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Chapter 3: WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN, chapter two
credits to: J.K. Rowling and her awesome world of Harry Potter. Everything but the OCs are hers. Credit also to Sara Shepard, author of the Pretty Little Liars series, which this idea was given from. A Pretty Little Liars/Harry Potter crossover, without any of the major characters.
Food, food was everywhere. The poor table, being laden down with so much disgusting food was making it sag a little under it's weight. There was food on everyone's plates, there was even food on her plate. Food coming out of everyone's mouths. Hadn't their parents told them to swallow before talking? Was it that impossible to do? She had to close her eyes for a second, tuning out the sound of everyone eating. She hated mealtimes. She didn't know why she subjected herself to this kind of torture three times a day.
Maybe because they would start to notice if she wasn't at the Great Hall ever. Her stupid friends just couldn't leave her alone. If they did, she would happily spend her time doing better things, like sorting through her clothes or whatever. Eating wasn't important, she could live without. At least, that was what she had taught herself.
She was day dreaming, as she did so often. If she concentrated on the image long enough, she could see herself skinny and beautiful like everyone else in this god forsaken school. Day dreaming meant she could fly away to a place far away, where nobody cared about looks. Because that was how Hogwarts was run. The prettier you were, the more friends you had. The prettier you were, the more boyfriends you had. Nobody cared about anything else, but it wasn't like she had anything else to cling onto. If she couldn't fit her delusional image of beauty, then she was worthless. She didn't have any brains, didn't have any special talents. She was just Georgina Holbrook. A nobody.
A nobody who had an annoying friend, who decided it was appropriate to jab her in the side with his elbow, knocking her out of her happiness.
"Your bacon's getting cold," he told her smartly, and only six years of being friends with him allowed her to understand what he was saying, as he was rudely not swallowing before speaking. She had told him about this. Actually, she told him about this a lot, but he just never seemed to understand her.
"I'm not hungry anymore," she told him, shrugging her shoulders.
"You barely ate! I was watching you!"
"I did so eat! Look at my plate! It was full before," she said angrily, turning away from her friend, and from his accusations.
It was his turn to shrug. "Sorry, guess I'm just over protective of you Georgie," he said, before spearing a piece of sausage from her plate and eating it.
She bit her lip as she looked at her best friend. He had been there for her when she had been sorted into Hufflepuff all alone. Her other three best friends had quickly deserted her for better friends. It had been because she was fat and ugly, that was what she had told herself - and from then on, she had believed those very words. But Alan Williams still became her friend. She thought he was a lunatic, but she wasn't going to let friends like him go. He was the only reason she was still sane.
"Yeah, be sorry," she said stubbornly. Despite the fact that he knew almost everything about her, he needed to know he just couldn't go around accusing her like that. Especially if it wasn't true. At least, not to her. She did eat - just not a lot. And to prove him wrong, she ripped off a piece of toast and nibbled on it. There.
But that tiny piece of food rebelled in her stomach. She felt it, sitting there inside her organ waiting to be digested. Stupid piece of toast, stupid Alan for making her eat.
All of a sudden, Alan pushed away her plate, full of untouched food. Georgina looked at him, curious, all thoughts of that food inside of her gone. He proceeded to remove something from his bag, while covering her eyes with the other hand. This was completely unexpected. Alan never did something like this. He was so predictable - another reason as to why she loved having him around.
When he removed his hands from her eyes, she blinked a couple of times allowing her eyes to adjust to the quick change in lighting. "Surprise!" he said happily and looked at her, expect excitement of some sort.
Sitting on the table, was an open box of her favourite chocolate brownies. She felt the craving for them the instant she laid eyes on them.
"My mum baked them yesterday and sent them. I thought you would want them, because they are your favourites you know? And mum can't stop talking about you ever since your visit this summer. She wants you to come up for Christmas and everything and... and... Georgie? You okay?"
She felt the room spinning around her, a downfall to her diet. This happened at least once a day, but she always willed herself never to have one in front of anyone. That would make them all suspicious. She gripped the table in front of her tightly, her knuckles turning white under the pressure she was bestowing on her poor hands. Somewhere far in the back of her mind she heard Alan calling to her. Snap out of it Georgie, she told herself and slowly, the world turned upright again.
Refusing to look at Alan, she grabbed three brownies in one hand and started to stuff her face with them. The growling in her stomach had to be silenced, and these brownies were to die for after all. Before she, or her body knew it, the brownies were gone. All that was left was an empty plate, that was decorated with pink kittens around the edges. She wondered how the plate hadn't broken during the owl trip to Hogwarts. Anything but to look at Alan, who was probably looking at her with his look of concern that she definitely did not need.
His concern bothered her. They reminded her all too well of four childhood friends who had always looked after her. She had been the runt in the group, the one who didn't have anything. Yet they had let her become their friend, which was more than she could have asked for then. Oh, if only Janey could see her now. She had grown up, she had grown tall, and she had grown skinny. Just like Jane.
Somehow, the memories of her childhood weren't helping her in the long run. She was probably the only one of them that even let her thoughts drift back to those years with them. She saw them all around Hogwarts. Cissy with her Slytherin posse, Abi with her Ravenclaw nerds and Lily being followed around everywhere with that pretty cute James fellow. All of her friends had moved on. They didn't even smile at her when she passed them in the hallway. The last time she had even spoken to any of them was third year potions with Abi- which had not gone well seeing as she had asked for a new partner the next week.
That just proved her point even further. They had left her behind because she wasn't pretty enough like the rest of them. That thought made her stomach lurch.
She wasn't used to having so much food, her stomach couldn't handle it. Grabbing her bag, she leaped from her spot and ran out the Great Hall doors, and to the nearest bathroom. She locked the doors for good measure, and then locked herself into a stall. She stared at the water floating around in the bowl for a moment before heaving up all of her brownies, and all of her toast.
After she was done, she leaned against the stall look down at her hands. Was this what she had become reduced to? She hated throwing up, it was disgusting. Food she could do without. See, if she didn't eat food, she didn't have to throw up. It worked out for her, right?
Georgina pulled out her wand and conjured up a toothbrush and toothpaste, as she had learned to do last year. She put some toothpaste, on the toothbrush and stood up and out of the stall to the sink so she could brush her teeth. She mindlessly brushed her teeth, not bothering to turn off the hot water flowing from the tap.
She leaned over to spit out, and when she looked up, she almost had a heart attack. Taped to the mirror, was a note - in blood red calligraphy.
She looked around the room, making sure that she was the only person in there. She had been so sure she was alone, and... she ran to the door and checked it. It was still locked. How the hell could someone have come in and put the note on the mirror in like, two minutes? She should have heard them, because this... wasn't normal. This note, wasn't supposed to happen.
Awe, poor Porkie Georgie. I know what you're doing! Will mummy and daddy be as understanding as me? Or will they not love you anymore... oh wait, they already don't!
- Love, J.