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Format: Novel
Chapters: 4
Word Count: 6,335
Status: WIP
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse
Genres: Romance
Characters: Scorpius, Albus, Lily (II), Hugo, Rose, OC
Pairings: Other Pairing
First Published: 07/03/2010
Last Chapter: 01/23/2011
Last Updated: 01/23/2011
Summary:Absolutely STUNNING banner by Elements @ tda!! Thank you so much! ^_^
My life has become a joke.
Chapter 2: Lion
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A/N; It's cheesy. It's sarcastic. It's kind-of-maybe-but-not-really sweet. And I hope you enjoy and leave me a review telling me what you thought about it. 'Kay?
A big thank you to Gabbie/Drowned @ tda for making this amazing chappie!
3. Lion
I am not a happy bunny right now.
First off, after that whole embarrassing thing, that shall not to be addressed under any, and I mean ANY circumstances ever again, I decided it was the best for my sanity and for Alice’s vocal cords – because she found it hysterical when I told her in the morning – for me to ignore him.
Which didn’t go so well after he tried to grab and pull me into a broom cupboard, when we were on our way to the Great Hall.
Me and Alice - who found it even funnier and didn’t make a single move to, oh, I don’t know, help me, maybe? - I mean. Not him.
Second off, I tried to ignore him ALL DAY, which wasn’t really working as I fell at his feet at dinner. In the middle of Great Hall.
I might dub myself as Pathetic Fan Girl no. #1 if those things won’t stop happening.
And then he went and said, “Falling at my feet already, are we now?”
The fact that it was possibly the worst pick-up line ever was covered up by any and every logical thought in my brain suddenly vanishing and the cowardly-cover-under-my-blankie-‘til-next-year part of me jumped in to fill the empty spot.
I really wish I could've played the raging-teen-with-hormonal-problems part here, but the sad truth was that I’m not a raging teen and therefore, no, I hadn’t run starkers through the grounds of the castle or had a big wobbly emotional breakdown in the Entrance Hall.
And I wasn’t about to either.
So I did the only thing a shy girl, soon-to-be breakfast of hundreds of jealous girls, could do: I ran out of the room, Alice in my tow.
“Cassie,” she whined from her position behind the door. I was currently sitting in a toilet stall, my head on my knees, trying to fight her voice out of my head.
I don’t know how I put up with her.
Wait... I do know. There’s no one else who would constantly put up with her annoying and rash and loud – oh, sorry, did I say rash and loud? I mean ‘bubbly’ and ‘charming’ – personality.
“Cassie,” she whined once again. “It’s practically every girl’s dream.”
I raised my head only to start banging it against one of the side walls. “Then what am I, a gorilla?”
“Oh... that probably wasn’t the right thing to say...” she quieted down.
Giving the stall wall a final bang, I responded. “You think?”
“Cassie, don’t go all sarcastic on me. It gives you wrinkles.”
I didn’t even start to think how being sarcastic could give me wrinkles so I opened the door.
“I just had the worst, most embarrassing thing in the history happen to me and you... you just-ugh!”
I slammed the door back closed and sat down once again.
“It wasn't that bad... I bet he wouldn’t want to know you if he knew you were like that,” Alice smirked, deciding to take another route.
Sadly, it was the wrong one.
“Well that’s what I’m going for here, if you didn’t notice. I don’t want him to know me. I don’t want to know him. And if he just would stick his bleeding head out of it, I’d be fine,” I growled quietly.
“Is this about... well, you know?”
I stayed quiet.
“I take that as a yes. You had a dream about him?”
“... no?” I squeaked out.
“YOU HAD A DREAM ABOUT HIM AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?”
Whew. See? This is why I don’t talk very much. With people. People tend to overreact slightly.
I think that it’s the right time for me to order a coffin; that girl sure can blow up when she wants to.
"CASSIDY?"
Coffin it is. Then again, there might not be big enough pieces left of me... yeah. I think I’d rather just get a nice, small matchbook and be done with it.
“Uh... I forgot about it?”
“You don’t forget about something like that!” I could almost feel her seething through the door. It’s been 6 years that she’s known me, you’d think that by now she’d know I’m not into all of that girly fuss-over-the-famous-guy thing.
But no.
“Well, maybe I didn’t tell you because I knew what would happen, did you think about that?”
“What would happen then? Do tell me, really, I’m dying to know.” Ironic, isn’t it? She snaps at me for being sarcastic and there she goes herself.
“You go and overdramatize everything and make our lives look like some freaking soap opera!”
“Well, maybe I wouldn’t have to, if you wouldn’t be so goddamn boring!”
Silence ensues after that statement. I fiddle with my skirt's hem, she just stands behind the door, her ragged breathingthe only melody filling the air. We stay like that for a moment until she starts to laugh.
“Oh, Merlin. Look a-at us,” she hiccups. “Fighting over a b-boy like two b-b-blonde bimbos.”
“Yeah,” I start to laugh too. “We’re okay?”
“Yeah. I kind of needed that, actually.”
“Yeah. Your ego was starting to swallow up the atmosphere...” I chuckled. “Just kidding. Me too.”
“Okay, so how do I help you with the situation... want me to throw a cupcake in his face?”
I laughed and realised that it didn’t matter how much we fought over silly things like this or laughed at each other’s expense, we always got through it. And I guess that’s what true friends really are.
Through thick and incredibly thin, they come with you and they stay in your hearts forever.
And even though I fear that now I might go into the history as the Most Clichéd and Cheesy Girl Ever, it’s true.
“So,” Alice began as we sat on my bed in our PJ-s with a lot of sweet, sugary sweets surrounding us.
She had an admirer in the kitchen named Wonkle - the poor Elf was pretty much obsessed with her - and she had snuck some candy and cakes out. “The dream.”
“The dream,” I repeated, hoping to dissolve into thin air. I didn’t like talking about my dreams; for some reason it left me feeling awfully exposed. It’s like when you’re three and you’ve just gotten your first Barbie doll ad you really don’t want to share it with anyone, but you still have to, every once in a while.
And, dammit, I never liked to share.
“Stop it Cass. Now, tell me,” she leaned forward eagerly.
“Well... it was a dream,” I started.
“Oh, why yes, and I here was thinking it was a public affair. Get on with it already!”
“Yeah, yeah. Jeez woman, have you heard of patience? Anyways, I was outside, it was sunny, the birds were shining, erm, I mean the sun, the birds were chirping... Black Lake was looking extra scary-,”
“I thought we were supposed to talk about your dream not to listen you to broadcast the weather.”
“Cranky much? Calm down. I sat there and he came jumping and whatever and he had gotten some kind of a letter.”
“What letter?”
“I don’t know, something about Quidditch. So I read it out for him-,”
“What’d it say?” she asked eagerly, leaning forward; her eyes shining as they did always when she received a new juicy piece of gossip.
“Hold your Hippogriffs, woman,” I said leaning away as she was about to grab my shoulders and start shaking me. “It was about some Quidditch place. He got the position. He was really happy.”
“What did he do then? What did he do? Oh come on, Cass, you can’t leave me hanging like that!”
I was suddenly very glad everyone was still in the Great Hall eating.
“He, um... well, he kind of... uh-,”
“Spit it out.”
“Hekindakissedme.”
“Oh. YES. I knew it. You are going to be perfect for each other...”
“We are not going to happen,” I said through gritted teeth.
She looked dumbstruck. “But... why?”
“I just... I don’t have the time or the energy... and I just- don’t. And you remember what happened with Tommy.”
Tommy – or Thomas – Appleby had been my first and to date the last boyfriend. I had been so infatuated – if that’s what you say about ‘foolishly and idiotically having on the heaviest pair of neon pink glasses one could find’ – with him. And then he cheated on me.
I went to meet him at the Astronomy Tower one night and there he was, his arms draped around another girl’s shoulders, snogging her like there was no tomorrow. And there wasn’t. Not for us, anyway.
I left and cried my eyes out at Alice’s.
And right now, I just... I can’t go through something like that again.
“Tommy? Tommy was a cheap shot bastard and you know that,” she replied, her eyes narrowing to slits. Alice went and beat Tommy – the great Quidditch legend – into a pulp the next day.
“I know that, it’s just... I don’t want to go through with something like that again and Potter is a-a Casanova.” The last word was said in a whisper.
Alice snorted in laughter. “A Casanova? And you call me dramatic! But honestly,” she said in more seriousness. “You know he wouldn’t do something like that to you and it wouldn’t hurt you to have a little fun every once in a while. Live a little. Go wild. Put your pants on fire, whatever. We only got 2 years in this place left and the only thing you’ve managed to achieve is a spotless school record and a table-full of straight O’s.”
I looked at her, at first impressed that she could have so many words jumble out of her mouth in so little time, but then realising that she was actually right.
For 5 years now, I had been the perfect little girl my parents had raised me to be, never breaking any rules, not even the dress-code, for Merlin’s Sake!
And maybe I could do something... Something wild, crazy?
But in the end, I knew I could not change myself. This was who I was supposed to be, this was me and I wasn’t going to change it. I could never be all that outgoing and loud, that wasn’t me.
That was Alice and Albus and possibly everyone else on this planet, but not me. I was the sarcastic pessimist sitting in the corner and observing others.
And so I told Alice.
“It isn’t about changing yourself, dear,” she said, her voice suddenly motherly and comforting. She was looking eerily alike to my mum, so much that I think I might’ve even winced. “But I understand; it would be silly to think you should change yourself. And in the end it’s still your decision, you know that.”
I looked at her in slight surprise. “I’d forgotten how perfectly and annoyingly you could sound motherly and talk wise crap at the same time.”
“Oh, thanks. It’s a gift,” she smiled cheekily and then added. “So, d’you think you’re ready to face the crowd yet?”
“Well, I’m about as ready as I would ever be...”
“Let’s go then, Lion.”
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