Editor's Note: This is one of the shortest chapters I've gotten to edit and yet it's taken my longer than any of the others. Why is that, you ask? Because Raven and Tara finally had their little spat. The lack of the little editing Raven used to do and Tara's frustration with her have made this chapter a keyboard mash. It was absolute torture.
AN: You know what? Shut up, okay! Prove to me that you're not preps! Raven, you suck. You fucking bitch, give me back my fucking sweater. You're supposed to write this! (EN: Why is Raven supposed to be doing this/ It's your story, is it not?) Raven, what the fuck? You bitch, you're supposed to do this! By the way, fangs to britney5655 for teaching me Japanese! (EN: You think she could teach you English too?)
We ran happily to Hogsmeade. There we saw the stage where GC had played. We ran in happily. MCR were there playing 'Helena'. I was so fucking happy! Gerard looked even sexier than he did in the pictures. Even Draco thought so, I could totally see him getting an erection but it didn't matter because I knew know that we were the only true ones for each other. (EN: I don't know about anyone else, but I'd be a little concerned if the boy I thought was 'The One' started getting erections while looking at a singer on stage. Just something to think about.) I was wearing a black leather mini-dress and black leather platform boots with red ripped fishnets. Draco was wearing a black baggy MCR t-shirt and black baggy pants. Anyway, we stated moshing to Helena. We frenched. We ran up to the front of the band to stage-dive. Suddenly, Gerard pulled off his mask. So did the others. We gasped. It wasn't them at all. It was … Voldemort and the Death Eaters! (EN: I loved this line the way it was originally. 'Death Eaters' was 'Death Dealers' and considering Voldemort of dressed in a drag in this fic 'Voldemort and the Death Dealers' brought really strange images to my mind.)
"What the fuck, Draco? I'm not going to a concert with you!" I shouted angrily. (EN: Aren't you at a concert? Wasn't there supposed to be a big epic battle between the forces of good and evil at the gates of the school where good eventually emerges triumphant? No wait, then we'd have a story about conflict, not what people are wearing and who they're screwing.) "Not after what happened to me last time! Even if its MCR, and you know how much I like them" (EN: Actually I think I've figured out what's happened. Tara decided she didn't like what she'd written and instead made the story go a different way, but didn't want the first part to be a waste of effort so she left it there. Despite the fact the story now contains time travel and a mass Obliviate.)
"What cause we…you know…" he fidgeted uncomfortably because guys don't like to talk about you-know-what.
"Yeah, because we you know!" I yelled in an angry voice.
"We won't do that again," Draco promised. "This time, we're going with an ESCORT."
"Oh my fucking God, what the fuck, are you giving into the mainstream?" I asked. (EN: Mainstream? Escorts haven't been 'mainstream' for around a hundred years or so.) "So I guess you're a prep or a Christina or what now?" (EN: That just makes to sound like Draco got a sex change.) (Light's Note- Didn't he?)
"NO," he muttered loudly. (EN: Mutter: (verb) say something in a low or barely audible voice. How does one mutter loudly?)
"Are you becoming a prep, or what?" I shouted angrily.
"Ebony! I'm not! Please, come with me!" He fell down to his knees and started singing 'The world is Black' by GC to me.
I was flattered because that's not even a single, he had memorized the lyrics just for me! (EN: How cute!)
"Okay, then I guess I will have to," I said and then we frenched for a while and I went up to my room.
Bloody Mary was standing there. "Hajimemashite, girl," she said happily (She speaks Japanese, so do I. That means 'how do you do' in Japanese). (Light's Note- 'Hajimemashite' is what you'd say upon meeting someone for the first time. Not a friend. And I don't even know Japanese.)
"By the way, Willow, that fucking poser got expelled. She failed all her classes and she skipped Math." (AN: RAVEN YOU FUCKING SUCK! FUCK YOU!)
"It serves that fucking bitch right," I laughed angrily.
Well, anyway, we were feeling all depressed. We watched some gothic movies like 'The Nightmare Before Christmas'. "Maybe Willow will die too," I said.
"Kawai," Bloody Mary shook her head energetically, lethargically. "Oh yeah I have a confession, after she got expelled I murdered her and then Lupin did it with her because he's a necrophiliac."
"Kawai," I commented happily. We talked to each other in silence for the rest of the movie. (EN: Okay, nothing about that conversation was 'Kawai'. Tara made the character persona of her best friend get murdered and her dead body fucked. All because Raven stole a jumper? Tara's really REALLY creepy at times.)
"Oh, hey, by the way, I'm going to a concert with Draco tonight in Hogsmeade with MCR," I said. " I need to wear, like, the hottest outfit EVER."
Bloody Mary nodded energetically. "Oh my fucking God, totally, let's go shopping."
"In Hot Topic, right?" I asked, already getting out my special Hot Topic Loyalty Card.
"No."
My head snapped up. 'WHAT?" My head spun. I could not believe it. "Bloody Mary, are you a PREP?"
"NOOOO! NOOOO!" She laughed. "I found some cool gothic stores near Hogwarts, that's all."
"Who told you abut them?" I asked sure it would be Draco or Diabolo or Vampire (don't even SAY that name to me!) or me.
"Dumbledore," she said. "Let me just call our brooms."
"Oh my fucking God, DUMBLEDORE?" I asked quietly. (EN: Point for the future, capitals indicate yelling. Yelling is not quiet.)
"Yeah, I saw the map for Hogsmeade on his desk," she told me. "Come on, let's go."
We were going in a few punk-goth stores specially for the concerts in Hogsmeade. The salesperson was Oh my God, hotter than Gerard except not because that's impossible, and he gave me a few dresses. "We only have these for the real goths."
"The real goths?" Bloody Mary and I asked.
"Yeah, you wouldn't believe how many posers there are in this town man! Yesterday Lupin and Snape tried to buy a gothic camera pouch." He shook his head. "I didn't even know they had a camera."
"OH MY FUCKING GOD, NO! THEY'RE GOING TO SPY ON ME AGAIN!" I cried, running out of the changing room wearing a long black dress with lots of red tulle coming out, very low-cut and with a huge slit.
"Oh my Satan, you have to buy that outfit" The salesperson said.
"Yeah it looks totally hot," said Bloody Mary.
"You know what? I am going to give it to you free because you look really hot in that outfit. Hey are you going to be at the concert tonight?" he asked.
"Yeah, I am actually," I looked back at him. "Hey, by the way, my name's Ebony Dark'ness Dementia TARA Way. What's yours?" (EN: This will never stop making me laugh – she changed her character's name out of spite. And emphasises it too!)
"Tom Rid," He said running a hand through his black-dyed hair. "Maybe I'll see you there tonight."
"Yeah, I don't think so because I am going there with my boyfriend Draco, you sick pervert!"I yelled angrily, (EN: He said maybe he'll see you there – not that he wanted a peek at your knickers. Over reaction much?)but before he could beg me to go with him, Hagrid flew in on his black broom looking worried.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD! EBONY YOU NEED TO GET BACK TO THE CASTLE NOW!" (EN: I think we have our very first cliffhanger which actually makes sense in terms of the plot. I'm surprised my computer hasn't exploded.)