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Morgana Wood by Everlasting Faerie Light

Format: Novel
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 16,532
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Contains Slash (Same-Sex Pairing), Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Drama, Romance, Action/Adventure
Characters: Lupin, Sirius, Lily, James, Pettigrew, OC
Pairings: Sirius/OC, James/Lily, Other Pairing

First Published: 11/02/2011
Last Chapter: 12/28/2011
Last Updated: 12/28/2011


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I'm not a bad kid. Really. Okay, okay....I know that I've been sent to stay at a Wizarding Reform Camp for the whole summer and if I don't respond to treatment, I'll be expelled from Hogwarts. But I don't deserve this! I mean, my permanent camp partner is Sirius Black for Merlin's sake! Sirius bloody Black!! 

Chapter one being edited

Chapter 1: Call Me Emery
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The trees swirled before me. There are just so many trees. Big trees, little trees, medium trees, depressed trees, happy trees…how can there be so many bloody trees? It’s not natural. 


 Trees are from the natural world and…and there I go, going on about how it’s not natural that there are so many damn trees in one place…

“Emery, are you drunk?”

 The trees warped and blurred in my vision. They lookedl like a haze of of disconnected colors. I think somone just talked. It echoed incoherently around me.

“Alright, that’s it young lady. You are going up to the main cabin right now and signing yourself in.”
The world spun around me once again. So many colors. My tongue was thick, my eyes were half closed. But I think I’m walking forward.

Then why does there seem to be a huge leaf strewn wall heading straight for my face?
Wait, where the bloody hell am I again? Oh Merlin, I don’t remember! C’mon brain! Work for me! Why are there so many trees again? What is this place? 

My name is Emerina Tabitha Alixson, by the way . But if you dare call me by my full first name, I will hex you into oblivion. I don’t know what my parents were on when they named me, but it must’ve been some bloody strong shit. You can call me Emery. I know, nice to meet you too. Don’t bother to introduce yourself because I will forget who you are within the segment of about thirty seconds.
"Merlin, Emery!"

My mum's voice faded in and out of my hearing.

My face stung and my chest constricted. All I saw and felt were the rough and warped texture of the brown ground.

Someone yanked my arm roughly. The blur of colors swum around me in a haze of green and brown. My head spun. 

My mum roughly pushed me forward and the next thing I knew, I was surrounded by dank dark wooded walls, dripping with moisture and coated with moss. Where the hell are we? In a shack? I don’t remember seeing a shack. WHEN THE HELL DID THE BLOODY SHACK SHOW UP? 

“Emerina! Stop screaming. Bloody hell, I was so stupid to leave the damn liquor cabinet unlocked…” 


The low hacking cough silenced my mum. I looked up and saw a huge wooden desk littered with stacks upon stacks of paper. It looked strangely out of place in the middle of a dark dank shack. But the person sitting behind it looked like he or she fit in well. When I say he or she, I mean it. I mean, “it” was huge. “It” had a manly round face with plump dry lips, dark snide eyes, and wild grey hair. It was wearing robes that suggested feminity, but then again, I might be seeing things wrong. I mean, the robes look purple! Who the fuck wears purple robes in the middle of a damn shack in a forest with way to many trees?

“Thank you Miss Alixson for your endearing rant, but my robes are purple and yes, I am a woman.” 

Oh. Oops.

Her eyes traveled over me in dark contempt and disapproval. She then used one of her thick grubby fingers to sift through one of the huge stacks of papers. Finally, she pulled it out and examined it before looking back up at me again.

“Emerina Tabitha Alixson, born April 7th, 1960, age 17. Resident of London, England and student attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft of Wizardry. Am I correct?” Her tone was challenging, snide, defying…bleeding fat bitch.

And my name is Emery, you fucking toerag.

“Well, Miss. Alixson, you will need to learn to keep that mouth of yours shut,” she sneered back at me.

Her words floated in and out of my ears. The man lady looked really fat one second, and then really thin the next. The room kept spinning. 

“Anyways, everything should be in order. I presume Dumbledore has submitted her application?” Man lady asked, her eyebrow raising slimily at my mum.

“Yes, yes, of course," my mum's voice floated toward me from somewhere, warping and beating at the insides of my head like a drum.

I saw something come straight at my face. It looked like a thick and ugly brown wall. A dirty wall filled with shit. I squeezed my eyes shut and felt the impact of the wall against my head and my body.

I couldn't see...I couldn't see....

Every time I tried to back away from the wall, it just seemed to find my face again.

Finally, the wall flew backwards away from me as I felt another yank on my arm. My head pounded angrily and my throat was burning. My mouth tasted bitter and my tongue was lodged against the roof of my mouth. 

The wall seemed to want to find my face again, but my mum's hand was fierce against my sore arm.

Man lady stood up, and whipped out her wand in an almost bored fashion. Her face warped in and out of my vision, but I think I saw some irritation there.

“Everything seems to be in order. Miss Alixson will now attend her physical examination, and then she’ll join the rest of the campers for lunch,” she said in a low and gravelly voice. But I could barely hear her.

The wall seemed to come at my face again, but my whole body seemed to be yanked back again.
“Well, this one will definitely need some work,” Man lady inquired once again, the dark shadows twirling around her face, making her eyes look even blacker than they already were. 

The shack spiraled and quaked under my feet. I smelt strawberry perfume. Nasty. I hate strawberry perfume. The smell made my stomach turn over. Then I realized that I was leaning heavily in a pair of pale white arms. 
“Be good, Emery," said the quiet voice of my mum. It blew across my ear and swirled around my head

 “I know it may seem like a long time, but it’s for your own good. I’ll see you in two months.” 

Two months...two months for what? Why am I here, again? Two months....

My mum finally let go of me and I hiccupped. My chest burned unpleasantly and the wall seemed to fly at my face again. The unappealing sensation suddenly made me really angry. I hate my life. No one understands me. Boohoo. Wah, wah. Angst overdose. 

After a few more moments, I felt the arms leave me and the damn wall seemed to find my face again. I felt another violent yank that made my head spin unpleasantly and the wall seemed to dissapear. The man lady grunted unpleasantly before whipping out her wand and summoning a purple vial from the dark depths of her desk. 

She caught the small vial with her grubby hand and then reached out toward me with it. 

I just looked at it. It tilted forward and backwards. My limbs felt like lead. I couldn't reach out and take it.

“Blasted girl, just take the bloody thing and drink it! It will wash away the alcohol in your system and prevent a hangover,” she spat at me, her eyes flashing as she shook the vial, attempting to thrust it further in my direction.


I think I said something. The world went sideways and I knew that I was probably swaying on the spot.  Left, Right. Left, Right.


“No? You’re a selfish little bleeder aren’t you? You’re going to need to learn to do what you’re told if you want to survive Morgana Wood.”

Her words traveled through my head, swirling angrily against my already pounding brain. What did she say? Morgana Wood? Why did that name seem achingly familiar?

 My hand flew forward and grappled at the purple. I managed to take it from man lady's hands. I smashed the top of the bottle against the smarmy shack desk, the sound of cracking glass splitting angrily at my ears and slicing through the thick haze that coated my senses. 

My eyes widened at my sudden actions. Was I supposed to be drinking this?

The liquid within the vial fizzed and sizzled. It was a bright lavender color that matched the shade of the vial. I swung my head back dramatically, resulting in my head to pound and spin once more. I tipped the contents of the vial into my mouth. It was ice cold. 

It numbed my tongue and seemed to coat my gums and cheeks with frost. My teeth felt nonexistent and a strange sensation of what felt like ice cold liquid flowed through my veins, numbing them, and then warming them up. 

The pounding in my head seemed to slow, my eye sight started to grow sharper, and my tongue didn’t feel thick anymore. Immediately, my thoughts seemed to un-cloud and I started to realize why I’m truly here. 

Fucking hell, I hate being sober. 

I felt weaker when I was sober, more vulnerable, angrier at the world.

The fact is that everybody thinks I need professional help. Everybody from my mum to this man lady standing impatiently in front of me to Dumbledore. The idea sent a sensation of fiery hot anger and weighing depression through my veins that I knew only firewhiskey could temporarily get rid of. 

“There. You’re more bearable already,” the man lady remarked snidely as she waved her wand hastily at the files on her desk, causing them to reorganize themselves. The sound of cluttered paper made me cringe and I clenched my fists. 

I could now fully comprehend everything. The walls of the shack felt like they were closing in on me and my head started to pound even more unpleasantly than it had under the influence of alcohol. I bit the inside of my cheek.

“Ah, silent are we? Let’s keep it that way,” she added, her shallow eyes calculating. I looked down at my black boots. I wanted to badly to say something, anything to defend myself, but I was just so pissed and frustrated to the point of silence. Fine. Whatever. Just let the damn bitch say and think what she wants.

The man lady gave a huge gravelly sigh before she swished her wand nonchalantly in a spiraling movement above her head. I stared at her stupidly before I felt a curious sensation travel through up my arms and down my spine. I shuddered slightly before realizing that man lady held a pack of cigarettes and my silver flask full of firewhiskey mixed with Irish spirits.

Fuck. I forgot to get rid of those.

Man lady swung the flash open without any visible effort and held it under her nose, which wrinkled at the stench. Her eyes were scrutinizing me, glaring at me as if I were the most disgusting thing in the world. 

“I will be taking these.” She said in a low gruff voice. 

“Will I be getting them back?” I asked shakily, clenching my fists and cursing myself for being so careless. 

Man lady placed both the pack of cigarettes and the flask on the desk. I watched in complete horror as she pointed her wand at the two items with a dark scowl on her face. With a crackling noise, both of them burst into flames for a split second, before evaporating, leaving nothing but a pile of ash. The stench filled my nostrils and I wanted to murder the bloody man hag. 

Talk about destruction of blasted property! Doesn’t this stupid bitch even know basic English liberties? They’ve been around since…oh…I don’t know, the sixteen hundreds. It took a lot of energy to nick that flask from the Diagon Alley liquor store! C’mon!

With another flick of her wand, man lady cleaned the ashes from her desk, leaving absolutely no trace of what was once my personal property. She then around to face the opposite wall behind her desk, showing nothing but her huge gargantuan backside. Let me tell you, it wasn’t pleasant to see a purple bulbous rhinoceros. It clashed angrily with the mossy dank walls. 

I didn’t know what she was doing. Her fat backside was blocking any view. For some reason, this frustrated me greatly. After a few more seconds of me just standing there impatiently, there was a deep rumbling that resonated throughout the whole shack. The dark mossy walls seemed to crumble slightly and I felt my legs shook uncontrollably. 

Oh blast, I was going to fall. I saw that man lady’s back was still to me and she didn’t seem to be affected by the shaking whatsoever. Her weight probably plays a savior in that factor.

Suddenly, with a lurch, the shaking stopped and I toppled forward, falling flat on my face. The harsh ground knocked the wind out of me, and I knew from the stinging and aching pain developing on my elbows, knees, and shins, that I probably will end up with a few scrapes and bruises. I groaned and forced myself to my feet, wishing that I could just die right now and then I’ll be in a sort of underworld where firewhiskey was abundant. 

“Clumsy girl,” spat man lady, not even making eye contact with me. Without another breath, she sat back down at her desk and started shuffling through papers. 


I stared at her blankly. What the fuck is she expecting me to do? I put my hands in my jacket pockets, I took them out. I tapped my foot and gritted my teeth nervously. I knew that my knees were probably bleeding and that my arms were building up with nasty bruises. 

I was afraid to make a movement. Man lady was a pretty intimidating figure, especially when you’re sober. I shakily cleared my throat, waiting for the scary woman to do something.

She looked up warily and glared at me. 

“Well?” She demanded in that gravelly voice of hers. 

“Erm…” I started, wondering what the bloody hell just happened. This insane masculine lady just caused the shack to tremble and then decided to go sit down at her desk and nonchalantly go back to sorting her fucking files? That’s not normal. And from me, that’s saying something. Because I’m not a normal person. Yes, I admit it. I may be abnormal, but I am NOT a bad kid. 

“Get out of my sight!” She exclaimed, slamming a stack of papers on her desk in front of her with a huge force. 

I backed up a few steps and shrunk under her menacing stare. I wanted to book it, but I had no clue where to go. Where the hell am I supposed to go? I seriously must be in hell right now. No alcohol, evil man ladies, reform camp, and the feeling of utter fear and stupidity. Am I supposed to suddenly gain the knowledge of what I was supposed to do?

“Where do I go?” I asked nervously, my irritation mixing with nervousness. Okay, so I’m not as standoffish as I may seem to be. I honestly get intimidated and scared really easily. I wish I could get over that. Being piss drunk makes me braver than I really am.

The lady gave an irritated gravelly sigh and sounded more like a manly grunt.

“Do I have to bloody spell it out for you?”


I didn’t answer. 

“You walk out of my office and the first thing you’ll see is the infirmary. Go in there and you’ll figure out what to do from there,” she said indifferently, her voice laced with bitterness. I don’t blame her. If I looked like she did, working in a shack for a reform camp, then I would be a bit of a bitch as well. 

I slowly backed out of the office until I was surrounded by nothing but trees. But something was off. Way off.

The trees were no longer huge and intimidating, but they looked majestic and even magical. The branches towered over me, radiating with an elegance that took my breath away. The sun glittered through the rustling leaves and fell on my head, making my body feel comfortably warm and light.  I immediately felt a sense of peace. Maybe Morgana Wood wouldn't be so bad.

Then, just ahead of me was a ginormous tree. And I mean gargantuan, mutated, ancient looking monstrously awesome tree…with huge thick branches that seemed to consume and belittle all of the other trees. The trunk was coated with thick moss and there was a huge hole, smack in the middle of the trunk, surrounded by crawling ivy. There was a small sign with big letters that was right over the huge portal. 


This was the infirmary? Seriously? When I pictured infirmary, I pictured a sterile building with uptight nurses with huge syringes. 

I took a deep breath and walked into the portal. After walking in darkness for a few moments, I came into a room assaulted with so many colors that I felt blinded. There were flasks of multi colored potions everywhere, steaming, bubbling, hissing….The walls were wooden with moss hanging off of various areas (We were in a tree…), and there were also various scales, other strange instruments, and a huge hospital bed draped with blood red covers. 

But the strangest thing of all was the small woman standing in the middle of the room. She was draped in long green robes, and a scarf was tied around her head like a snake. Her eyes were bulging and grey, and her skin as wrinkled as a raisin. She wore huge hoop earrings that seemed to drag all the way down to her shoulders. She gave a huge smile and spoke to me, her voice extremely high and way too enthusiastic. “And you must be Emerina, am I right?” 

“E-Emery,” I responded, slightly frightened of this woman with the strange clothes and huge bug eyes. 

“I’m Healer Sasha,” she walked forward swiftly and extended a wrinkled hand. I hesitantly took it. 

“As you probably know, I’m the healer of Camp Morgana and every camper must come through my office and get an annual checkup before you officially enter the camp. So, let’s get started shall we so we don’t waste any more of your time. I’m going to have to ask you to take off your clothes and change into one of these.” She spoke way to fast, way to enthusiastically. She was so fucking annoying. I wanted to take the scarf around her head and shove it into her bloody mouth. 

With a flick of her wand, she summoned a pale white gown towards me. I grabbed it with both hands and immediately felt a sense of dread consume the pit of my stomach. I hated physical checkups. I hated taking off my clothes and being examined, poked, and prodded. It didn’t fly with me. Nope, hell to the fuck no. 

Healer Sasha just stared at me with her huge bug eyes and creepy smile. Erm…creeper much? Couldn’t she at least turn around while I change or something? 

I reluctantly slid my trousers off of my long slim legs and pulled my black sweater over my head, ruffling up my short dark hair. I felt extremely exposed in nothing but my bra and knickers. I felt my whole body flush and I felt the eyes of Healer Sasha on me. This was embarrassing. At least the healer wasn’t a male. 

I slipped the gown on hurriedly over my head and then finally looked up at Healer Sasha, who had a clipboard in front of her with a quill. 

“Alright, Emerina…”


“Let’s get your weight first. So can I have you stand here…” She ushered me toward an ancient looking contraption with a strange black platform that I supposed was to be some sort of scale. Healer Sasha tapped it a few times with her wand. In response, it gave a strange whizzing noise. Once she was satisfied, she gave me the okay to step on the scale. 

I felt awkward as the healer tapped the contraption a few more times before announcing, “Fifty two kilograms.”

Fifty two kilograms….okay, not a bad weight I guess.

Until you get my height.

“One hundred and seventy eight centimeters.” 

I am tall. Really tall. And I am extremely skinny for my height. I always wished I was either shorter or heavier. I felt like an elastic band, stretched and uneven. I don’t eat much at all, but I drank a lot. Isn’t alcohol supposed to make you gain weight? Well, it doesn’t do shit for me. But hey, it made me feel good, well, until after it wears off. 

Also, being so tall made me feel unattractive. I felt awkward and lanky. I towered over all of the other girls at school, who were all cute and short and pretty. 

Healer Sasha checked my temperature, my blood pressure, my breathing, my hearing, my eye sight, and a whole bunch of other useless things that got me more and more irritated by the second. You can only stand that annoying voice and googly eyes for so long before you want to gouge your eyes out with a scalpel. 

“Your liver toxicity levels are a bit higher than normal,” she stated in an annoying “concerned” voice.

Fuck you. 

“I understand that you’re here because of excessive drinking?” She asked me.

I gritted my teeth as I barely nodded. Healer Sasha made a quick note on her clipboard. The scratching of her quill made me twitch.

“While you are here, I want you to come to the infirmary every night right after dinner so that you can take this.” She used her wand to summon a small green shiny vial. I could smell the contents from the vial. It smelt like horse piss. 

“It’s a special anti-toxicity potion that I brewed last week. I’ve had to make large amounts of it because there are many other campers here at Morgana Wood that are here for excessive alcohol and drug use. It is very important to never skip dosages. It will clear up any foreign toxins in your liver by the end of your term here,” she said very quickly. 

My brain was whirling. So…I had to come here to the infirmary after dinner to be force fed a potion because I had higher than normal liver toxicity? I felt like some sort of dying patient.

“Well, Emerina….” Emery. “You are free to go.” She gave me a huge smile. She swished her wand toward the back of the tree and immediately, a door appeared and it swung open. 

I quickly changed into my normal clothes before hurriedly heading toward the door. I was outside once again.

And I think I have officially entered the camp.

I was surrounded by the beautiful majestic trees that radiated with power. But beyond the sounds of the leaves rustling, were the chatter of various teens. A LOT of teens. They all seemed to be grouped in the mass huddle, where they were then separated into their own cliques. As I gazed at the various people, my stomach seemed to plummet. I didn’t belong here. 

A lot of these kids looked absolutely frightening. Some had many facial piercings and spiky bracelets, some had red rimmed eyes, some were so skinny that you could see every bone sticking out at every angle of their body, some just sat there, looking extremely depressed , and then…some looked normal, attractive even.

I walked toward the crowd hesitantly. I’ve never felt so alone. This is when the alcohol is necessary. Drunk Emery is a lot more fun than sober Emery. Drunk Emery gets along with people, sober Emery is depressing and moody. Drunk Emery is fun and outgoing, sober Emery is quiet and sullen. Drunk Emery is brave and outspoken, sober Emery is shy and afraid. 

Who would you rather be friends with? Yeah. I thought so.

Then, a group of people caught my eye. A group of boys. They were giving off a fresh vibe of confidence, of mischief….I knew it right away. 

The Marauders. 

I had to do a double take. Why the bloody hell would the marauders be at Morgana Wood? Actually, I take that back. They do belong here. I can’t count the amount of times that they have wreaked havoc at Hogwarts, from destruction of property, to misconduct, to illegal substances, to everything else you could possibly to land a spot at a reform camp. 

It’s just that they were so loved, so popular, so smart, so courageous, so outspoken…. It was the only thing that made the whole thing a bit off. It was probably Dumbledore or McGonagall who enlisted them here. 

I stared at them. There was James Potter, his messy dark hair and his glasses perfectly straight on his nose. He was laughing with Remus Lupin, the more conservative of the Marauders. His slightly curled brown hair reflected in the sunlight and even though he always looked a bit shabby, he still radiated with the classic Marauder atmosphere. Peter Pettigrew was the only one who looked like he didn’t belong, but the very fact that the Marauders accept him is enough for everyone else. He looked star struck as per usual, his watery beady eyes shining as he gazed at James. 

Then there was Sirius Black. Damn attractive that one was.

I always fancied Sirius Black to be honest. Yes, he was an insufferable prat, but something about him always made me swoon. Everything from his twinkling grey eyes to his dark shaggy hair, to his devious crooked smile…. The way he showed confidence, courage, the spirit of a true Gryffindor… he had everything that I didn’t. He had the things that I could only have when I was piss drunk.

The Marauders never ever acknowledged my existence. The only time they ever paid attention to me was during my presence at a Gryffindor Quidditch match when I was completely intoxicated. I bumbled out into the pitch in the middle of the game and started to swear and hex random players from both teams. I happened to hit James with the bat bogey hex and cost Gryffindor the game. Then I passed out. 

Once I woke up I didn’t hear the end of it. I got detention for every single night for the rest of the year under probation. Every single member of the house hated me, especially the marauders. I remember when Sirius screamed at me in the middle of the corridor. He addressed me as “that bitch.” I don’t think he knows my name to be honest.

But here they are. In Camp Morgana. I wonder what they did to officially drive the staff at Hogwarts over the edge. 

Before I could continue my reflecting, a huge voice echoed through the whole forest. 


I cringed as my ears pounded. The talking started to cease as heads turned for the sound of the voice.

A small young woman with blonde hair and a Red T-shirt that read Morgana Wood, Head Counselor 1977 stood in front of the crowd with a whole line of other people all in identical shirts, only instead of saying Head Counselor, theirs read Student Counselor. Their shirts were also purple rather than red.

“Will everyone please situate themselves into a line?” The blonde head counselor asked, a wand pointed at her throat so that her voice was enhanced. I kept wincing as she spoke. Too much damn noise. 

The campers grumbled as they attempted to make a line. I was blundering aimlessly, before I found myself squeezed between a girl with purple hair and eyebrow piercings and an extremely tall guy with a shaved head, bloodshot eyes, and a leather jacket. Merlin, please take my life.

“Welcome to Morgana Wood. My name is Melanie Briggs, but you may call me Melanie. I am the head counselor here at this camp and I have a few things to say before we get you all situated into your groups.” The small lady had a strong presence for such a short demure looking thing. Her voice was strong and clear and it even captured my full attention. 

“First things first, we have to collect your wands. We do not allow anyone but the staff, the head counselor, and the student counselors to use magic in Camp Morgana. This is for safety, as well as mental purposes which will be explored throughout your stay here. You will get your wand back at the end of your term.” 

As she said this, a whole storm of protests went up into the sky. I myself, felt the color drain from my face. No wands? For two months? No magic? Nothing? This shouldn’t be legal! What the fucking hell are these sadists trying to do? This is violation of private property! Tyrannical!

A few of the student counselors were passing each student in the line with a huge basket. Each camper reluctantly put their wand into the basket, but not before shooting a dirty glare or saying something obscene. My fingers felt like cement as I let my wand drop into the basket. I felt like a part of my soul had just been ripped apart. I felt naked, worthless, helpless….

“Now that we’ve gotten that taken care of, we’ll cover a few things. All of these great young people behind me are the student counselors. All of them are around your age and they willingly volunteered to be a part of this program because they want to help you. Each group will be assigned two team leaders, one male and one female. The females of each group will sleep in a separate tent with their team leader, while the males sleep in a separate group with the male team leader. However, both the male and female tents of each group will be within a few meters proximity of each other, for at this camp, we enforce group correspondence, dependency, and team work. We want you all to make friends with the members of your groups, male or female, and to develop close relationships with your team leaders.” 

Melanie’s words sunk into my head. I didn’t do well with people. I couldn’t sleep in the same tent with a whole group of people, I couldn’t talk with people unless drunk, and I most certainly will not develop a good relationship with a team leader who is MY age. 

I glarced at the group of young healthy looking attractive goody-two shoes teens clad in their purple camp shirts. Then…I noticed that one of the team leaders was none other than Lily Evans. 

She had a small smile on her face as she faced the big crowd. Her thick dark red hair looked longer now. It used to fall to her shoulders, but now it travelled all the way to her waist. Her big green almond shaped eyes were glittering and I felt a sudden surge of jealousy as I took in her beauty, her kindness, her purity, her strong willingness… 

Lily Evans was one of those girls that was nice to everyone. Except James Potter. She hated him a lot. She and I never really talked. Whenever we did, she seemed nice enough. She was always smiling, always laughing, always excelling…she was the perfect girl. No wonder why someone with as much prestige as James Potter would fancy her. 

Maybe if I didn’t spend so much time in a drunken stupor, then I could’ve been friends with her. I don’t know. 

“To ensure the protection of our staff and counselors, there are anti theft and violence charms throughout this whole camp. Each camper is given a blue camp shirt with their belongings at their tents. These shirts are self hygienic. They are to be worn during all organized camp activities, including meals and campfire. You may wear your own choice of clothing during free time.” 

This was sounding like a bloody military camp. I was already itching with these restrictions, these limits…I felt judged, incapable of normal function. I hated everything already. 

Melanie kept harping for a few more long agonizing moments about camp rules. All campers must be in their tents at night by eleven o’ clock sharp. The morning siren sounds at eight every morning and breakfast started at nine. Free period started after dinner, which took place at six, and lasted until ten, which is when campfire would take place before bed time. 

Then, finally, all of the kids were organized into three lines. Two student counselors and Melanie each took care of each line, all of them holding a clipboard in their hand. The camper was to say their name and they would be assigned a group. I felt dread weigh heavily in my stomach at this prospect. I just had a bad feeling about this. I don’t know what it was. 

I didn’t look at anyone. I kept my head down, cursing my life to oblivion. I wanted my firewhiskey.  I wanted to go home and just not think or feel anything. I didn’t want to be here at all. 

Finally, I came up to Melanie, who looked at me with sharp piercing blue eyes. 


“Emerina Alixson.” I responded grudgingly. I winced as I allowed my real name to slip from my mouth. 

After a few seconds of scanning her list, she finally announced without looking at me in the face. 

“You are in group Circe and your team leaders are Jonathan Stewart and Lily Evans.”  



A/N: So, here's the first chapter. What do you guys think? Does it have potential? What do you think of Emery so far? What about the concept of Morgana Wood? Please Read and Review! It means so much to me

Chapter 2: NOT Emily.
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I stared at Melanie blankly. Not that it was a big deal or anything, but I just felt like my “camping experience” was about to get even worse than it already was. I didn’t exactly fancy the idea of having someone like Lily Evans as my team counselor. Does this mean that I’ll have to like…tell her my feelings? Talk to her about how much I regret fucking myself over with alcohol? How I wish that I could be just like her…all pretty and cutesy and perfect?

Hell no.

I scoffed lightly before trudging away from Melanie, feeling absolutely lost in these woods, surrounded by chattering and groaning psychos. Sad thing is, is that if you were to look at me…I’d fit right in. You’d see a very tall super skinny girl with olive skin and short choppy curly hair that can never be tamed, and reaches to about the middle of my neck. You’d also see that this girl looks rather ill, and that her clothes are rather tacky.

Alright, alright. I’m actually a pretty good dresser. Just not when I’m piss drunk. It just so happens that I got dressed this morning after I had swigged a bottle of firewhiskey mixed with vodka. So I’m wearing a pair of black ripped shorts that I swore I would throw away four years ago. They’re loose and they barely cover my arse. I also wore an awful puke-colored camisole with a leather jacket that I was positive belonged to my father.

Or any of the other man whores my mum brings home on a daily basis.

Plus, my father disappeared after you-know-who enlisted him two years ago.

He was a Slytherin, my dad. He was angry….no…furious when I was sorted into Gryffindor. Whatever. He was a motherfucking bastard anyways. I hated the man. I’m glad he’s gone. I don’t know why my mum ever even eloped with him…or how he could tolerate her. He came from an all Pure-blood family…one of those families that reveled in all that dark shit and blood purity nonsense. My mum is a muggleborn.

Yeah. I know.

I noticed that the student counselors were all standing in their groups with clipboards. I wearily searched for any sign of Lily Evans. Finally, after about twenty seconds, I saw her standing there among a mass of about twenty kids, standing side to side with the other student counselor in my group....what was his name again? He had blonde shiny hair and twinkling blue eyes. Handsome bloke.

The two both had their necks craned to look at their clipboards.

I warily sulked over to the group and passed Lily. She didn’t look up from her clipboard. Instead, her big green eyes were fixed on the paper in front of her. I rolled my eyes and found myself standing rather awkwardly amongst the small group of students.

I allowed myself to look around at my fellow campers. I had to get used to them. These twenty bitches would be my group mates for two months straight.

None of the campers seemed enthusiastic at all. They were all staring at their feet or off into space. Some, specifically the guys, were eyeing Lily’s backside with a lustful look on their face. Oh Merlin, this is going to be a long two months.

I shifted my weight to my left foot and dared myself to clear my throat. No one moved a muscle.

I scratched my head.

Lily and the blonde bloke started to hold a conversation.

I still felt awkward and I wanted to go home.

Suddenly, I realized that two other people were heading toward our group. I squinted slightly and realized that they were two blokes. Very good looking blokes.

Blokes with an air of confidence and mischief. Two blokes with twinkling eyes and crooked smiles-slash-smirks. One of them had messy dark hair and glasses, and the other had ruffled shaggy hair and grey eyes.

Oh Merlin.

My stomach did a little flip as I realized that two of the marauders were in our group.

And they were the two most rebellious of the bunch.

I watched as James’s eyes fell on Lily’s frame and the smirk on his face increased. However, Lily took no notice, as she was still talking to blonde bloke. He broke his stare passed by her with an air of confidence, Sirius Black at his side. The two passed me without even sparing one single glance before stopping among a group of girls in our little mass of people.

Now people start paying attention. It’s amazing how the demeanor of a person can change. I watched with disdain as the girls broke out of their unenthusiastic bitterness and started to give off little gag-inducing giggles, their fingers automatically twirling around their hair.

Wow. The marauders even manage to affect the juvenile chicks.

It didn’t help that half of them either looked like prostitutes, or like they had just had a field trip in cocaine land.

The two marauders continued to smirk, holding quiet conversation, occasionally sending smiles at the swooning bitches. It’s amazing how they both look so glamorous, even in a reform camp. They just seemed like the most important people in the world. I hated to admit it, but I can’t get out of that mindset that the marauders dominate everywhere they go, and that’s just the way the world works.

It makes me bitter.

It doesn’t help that Sirius’s eyes are so startlingly grey and his smirk makes me want to melt.

We already established that I’m a nonexistent psycho drunk to them. They can’t even place my face to a name.

Finally, after a few more minutes, Lily and blonde dude both turned to the group.

Lily had a bright smile on her face, which means that she hasn’t noticed the presence of two marauders in her group. I may not know the girl and I may be completely smashed three quarters of the time at Hogwarts, but you’d have to live under a rock to not realize that Lily Potter detests the marauders. Particularly James, who is blatant about asking her out every time he sees her.

It only makes it worse that he doesn’t bother to be discreet about it.

I chanced a glance at the two marauders to see that James’s eyes were fixed on Lily, as if she were the most intriguing thing in the world.

It’s like being in school all over again.

Except I don’t have alcohol.

And I’m sober.

And I have to follow orders from someone my age in the middle of the woods.


“Alright team, let’s get started shall we?  As you probably already know, I’m Lily Evans and I’ll be one of your leaders for this term. I’m hoping that we can all work together to make this a fun and exciting summer.” Her voice was loud and enthusiastic. It was fucking annoying.

I scoffed with the rest of the kids, with the exception of James and many of the other blokes…who were eying her as if she were God.

“And I’m Jonathon Stewart. The other team leader. As Lily said, I hope that we can both make your time at Morgana Wood as enjoyable as possible.” The blonde bloke, or as he called himself – Jonathon Stewart – gave one of those perfect blue eyed twinkling smiles that makes any girl go weak at the knees. I was startles by how handsome he was. I noticed that many of the other girls resumed their hair twirling in his direction.

“Right then. Before we head over to the camp site, we need to make sure that everyone who’s supposed to be in Team Circe is actually present.” Lily said with an authoritative tone. She tucked a strand of her red hair behind her ear and lowered her eyes to the clipboard.

“When I call your name, just respond here.”

Then the roll call began.

“Sarah Aberin.”


“Emma Agatha.”


“Emerina Alixson.”


“Here.” I responded feebly. Lily’s eyes left her clipboard for a fraction of a second to look at me, a small look of surprise crossing her features before she carried on with the roll call.

I don’t blame her. You don’t normally find Hogwarts students here at Morgana Wood. You usually find the drop outs, the druggies, the failure-at-life witches and wizards who don’t even bother to enroll in school…

Well, that’s basically me. Except I am a student at Hogwarts. Barely.

Lily continued to call the names. Then she stiffened. Her eyes grew cold and I realized that she started gripping the clipboard so hard that her knuckles went white.

“Sirius Black.” She said his name as if it were something completely revolting. I could tell that she was trying hard to retain a sense of professionalism, but judging by the way her lips went thin and her eyes narrowed…I knew that this was going to be an interesting two months.

“Always here, Evans.” He responded casually, a hint of teasing in his voice. I couldn’t help it. I turned my head to see that he had that sexy smirk all over his face. I suddenly felt a surge of jealously towards Lily. How come she gets attention from people like the marauders? What did she have that makes her so special?

Oh right. James’s admiration.

Lily didn’t look up from the clipboard, but she started to read the names with poorly hidden mirth. It’s amazing how just one person could completely smash her mood. Oh Merlin, just wait until she sees who else is on her list….

Oh shit. Here it comes.

Her face contorted into a nasty scowl full of contempt. Her hands were visibly shaking now. Her red hair looked like it was about to burst into flames. Her green eyes were narrow slits and her mouth looked like it was struggling so hard to say his name.

She was literally hissing.

James….Pothead, I mean…Potter.”

Wow, did it really take that much effort?

Jonathan Stewart looked terrified of his partner. Everyone was staring at her as if she were insane.

I glanced back again to see James was staring at her, his big hazel eyes glittering as he burst out suddenly, “Go out with me, Evans!”


The only time I ever see James Potter lose his air of confidence, spark, and marauder dignity is when he is around Lily Evans. Well…either he completely loses it, or he acts like a right prat. It’s a lost cause either way.

Lily’s eyes were now on James. She looked fit for murder.  She was grinding her teeth and I cringed slightly. I could literally hear it from where I was standing. I noticed that she was taking quick shallow breaths and I sincerely started to worry for her health.

People were either laughing, or shooting glances between Lily and James. (The latter was still drooling at her. I know, attractive right?) Sirius rolled his slightly and stood there nonchalantly, his beautiful face giving off the impression, I don’t give a flying shit. Damn, I could snog him.

“Erm…” Jonathon began, before hastily snatching the clipboard out of Lily’s hands. He continued the roll call shakily, casting nervous glances at Lily. The girl was still seething uncontrollably at James, who was still staring at her.

I stared down at my foot and scratched my head slightly. The tension in the group seemed to be heightened by a hundred fold. I glanced around at the other groups, and they all seemed relaxed or nonchalant. Some were even already heading off to their campsites, travelling through the paths under the twisting trees.

Just my luck. Of course I’d get stuck with three other classmates. Of course two of them would be the marauders. Of course one of them just HAPPENS to be Lily Evans. Of course this is going to make my life a living hell even though I don’t have anything to do with these people.

That’s just the way the world works.

Please kill me now.

“Alright….” Jonathan said, lowering his clipboard and looking uneasily over at Lily, who was still fuming, glaring daggers at James. “We have to get to the campsite. You’ll find two separate tents right next to each other. One of them is for the girls and one of them is for the boys. You’ll find that all of your belongings have already been brought there. Next to your belongings, you’ll find a camp shirt. You’re required to wear it for now. All clear?”

There was a mumble of agreement. Then the sound of raucous sarcastic laughter. I whipped my head around to see that the laughter belonged to Sirius. Jonathan started to look pissed off as he glared in Sirius’s direction.

Blimey. Are those two really going to be like this all summer?

I know I shouldn’t be expecting a fantastic camping experience, but I at least wanted it to be more…erm…quiet. So that I can wallow in my sorrows in peace and find a way to drink firewhiskey. Fuck Healer What’s-her-face and the damn liver toxicity shit.

“Alright then. Let’s go.” Jonathan announced, before turning on his heel and marching off toward the left part of the woods. We all bumbled after him wordlessly. I noticed that many of the girls were still giggling as they shot glances at both James and Sirius, who were both smirking at them. I rolled my eyes and felt a flare of violent irritation.

Why do they have to be so damn good looking?

I wish that I was like Lily so that I could be resistant to their charm. Maybe then I wouldn’t find Sirius Bloody Black so attractive.

The two team counselors led us through a thick patch of woods, the trees getting taller and the light becoming increasingly fainter. My feet crunched on fallen leaves and branches, and I felt myself grow more and more exhausted with each step. What I really wanted to do was crawl in my own bed and sleep peacefully.


I clumsily snapped out of my self-pitying stupor and found myself looking at a frustrated looking Sirius Black, who was snapping his finger in front of my face. His grey eyes seemed to reflect the different green hues of the trees and I realized that up close, his dark hair had light hints of warm copper and light brown.

My stomach was attacked by butterflies and my pulse quickened as I looked back at him, willing my feet to keep walking.

“I swear to Merlin I’ve seen you before. What’s your name?” He asked. He looked as if his brain was working extra hard. James was at his side, still staring at the back of Lily, whose shoulders looked absolutely tense.

My face started to heat up and I clenched my knuckles.

My name? He wants to know my name? Am I that insignificant to the point where my name is unknown to him?

Yes. I already knew that. The marauders only spared one glance at me…just one. And that was because I ruined their chances of winning the bloody quidditch match.

I kept my mouth clamped shut in case I started to scream unnecessary obscenities at him. Stupid prat.

“Erm…can you even talk?” He asked again, still scrutinizing me with those piercing grey eyes. I grinded my teeth and felt my irritation level peak. I knew that my face was probably turning into a crisp and juicy tomato right now.

“Pads, why are you talking to the drunk chick?” James’s voice came nonchalantly. He glanced over in my direction with a look of lazy distaste for a split second before looking forward once again at Lily’s swinging red hair.

I stared down at my feet and started to bite the inside of my cheek. How can people be so cruel?

“Who?” Sirius responded stupidly. As attractive as he is, he sure is a brainless twat.

“Her. She’s the girl who’s always drunk remember? Quidditch match? Near the end of the season?” James responded. His voice was so bored that it made me feel even more insignificant than I already was to them. I mean, not that it really mattered, but I still don’t like to feel like so bloody unimportant.

Also, he’s fucking talking about me as if I weren’t here! Like I’m some sort of inanimate object.

“Oh! Bloody hell!” Sirius remarked as the realization hit him. I didn’t dare look up at his face.

“Isn’t your name like Emily or something?” He asked. I could tell that he was staring at me.

It’s Emery, you insufferable arsehole.

I didn’t respond. I just kept biting the inside of my cheek, staring determinedly at my cheek.

“Erm…okay…” Sirius trailed off uneasily. I could almost feel James and Sirius exchange a look that suggested, This bitch is mad.

I hated his tone. I hated that I’m so insignificant and unimportant and that the marauders get to be so fucking attractive and loved with great personalities and awesome smiles and they don’t have to give a shit about anything and…and….

Emery.” I sneered, still staring at my feet.

“What was that?” Sirius asked. Bloody annoyingly attractive unimpressed voice….

I looked straight into his confused gorgeous face and exploded. I don’t know what gave me the courage to do it, but I did it. Maybe it’s the fact that I have to be stuck here for two months, maybe it’s the fact that I’m unloved and annoying and hated and unimportant….


My voice is loud and it carried throughout the whole forest. There was an abrupt halt as people stopped to stare at me, and sadly, I was taken by surprise by the sudden lack of motion.

So I tripped over my own feet and fell flat on my face, onto the leaf strewn rough ground.

I hate my life so much.

I also hated the fact that I heard a roar of laughter all around me. I felt the tears sting my eyes. I am such a weakling.

To be honest, I’m one of those girls who cry a lot. I’m such a bloody sap. It’s not even funny. Alcohol makes all of my emotion go away, so that I feel nothing but euphoria and invincibility. How am I going to deal without it for two damn months?

“Quiet down!” boomed Lily’s voice. I could tell that she was trying her hardest to remain civil, but apparently Potter had really set her off.

Suddenly, without warning, I felt myself being lifted off of the ground. I knew that I had snot and tears staining my scratched cheeks, but I hastily wiped it away and looked to see who pulled me up.

To my surprise, it was Sirius. I was really close to him. Like really close.

And he was tall. Very tall.

It felt nice to notice that someone was significantly taller than me since I’m a fucking elongated elastic band. The top of my head was about level to his eyes. And that’s saying something when you’re dealing with someone like me.

Most guys are either shorter, the exact same height as me, or maybe a few centimeters taller. I don’t like the feeling of feeling so exposed. I want to be a small petite girl who can cuddle and feel safe in a boy’s strong arms.

He reached out a gentle hand and brushed my shoulder lightly, getting rid of some stray leaves and dirt. Chills traveled up my spine and I felt my breath hitch. I cursed myself and dared not to look him straight in the face. I probably looked like hell right now.

“No need to twist your fucking wand, Emily.” He suggested in a cruelly teasing voice. He then continued to walk alongside James with the rest of the group, who were still heading forward…occasionally looking back at me to laugh cruelly, their faces distorting my teary vision.

James nor Sirius never looked back at all.

Holy hell.

My name is not EMILY!!!

It’s Emery! EMERY! It’s not that hard! It’s only three bloody syllables!

It’s even not difficult to pronounce! Eh-mer-ree. Voila!

Jesus Christ!

I hate Sirius Black. I hate the marauders with a passion now. I don’t care if they’re bloody attractive.

They are rude, arrogant, and think they’re all high and mighty. Stupid bastards.

I’ll show them high and mighty.

“Are you alright?” A soft sweet voice interrupted my inner rant. I shook my head slightly and turned in the direction of the voice, but I saw no one there.

“Erm…down here.” Came the voice.

I looked down to see the small frame of Lily Evans staring up at me, her almond shaped green eyes glittering with genuine concern.

Wow, she really was tiny. Her head barely reached the middle of my chin, and she had to crane her neck to look up at me. That just shows you how much of a fucking giant I was. A giant with no meat on its bones.

“You okay?” She asked again.

I gave a shaky sigh and nodded my head carefully. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

She gave a hesitant smile and responded with a glitter in her eye, “I’m not really supposed to talk ill of other campers, but both Potter and Black are right twats. Don’t let them get to you.”

My cheeks blushed with embarrassment and I mumbled incoherently.

“Say…” She started, crossing her arms. “Don’t I know you from school?”

“Erm…” I started, biting my lip.

“Of course!” She said, smacking her head exasperatedly. “Of course! You’re Emery aren’t you? Emery Alixson? Gryffindor? I thought you looked familiar, and I swore that I read your name somewhere. Of course, you also made quite the scene by shouting it out…but…I don’t think we’ve ever formally met!” Her voice was overenthusiastic and I was a bit taken aback.

“I’m Lily Evans. I’m in Gryffindor to. Apparently your counselor as of late.” She gave a sparkling smile and held out her hand.

I just stared at it, feeling like an absolute idiot.

When I didn’t make any movement to grasp her hand she cleared her throat and asked hesitantly, “Can we shake on the fact that we both agree that the marauders are bloody dunderheads?”

She gave me a cheeky grin and I immediately grasped her hand. I attempted to smile back in return, but it probably came out as more of a grimace.

“Let’s catch up with the others shall we? Walk with me.” She stated, placing a hand gently on my back and walking forward.

I felt extremely awkward. The woods were silent and the rest of the group was already out of sight.

“I don’t really see you around much to be honest.” Lily inquired with a tiny shrug, placing both of her hands in her trouser pockets. She was breathing in slowly and her face showed that she was enjoying the goodness of the outdoors.

I wished I could have that much appreciation for something.

I just shrugged and answered in a soft voice, “I don’t really go out much.”

Wow. That just sounded sad.

Why am I such a boring person? Why can’t I come up with a more elaborate or colorful answer to make myself more interesting? Why? Because I’m just depressed, shy, insignificant Emery Alixson. Or as Black likes to put it, Emily.

I shuddered. Emily is such a nasty common name. I think I’ve come across like nine Emilys in my life. I think….I don’t remember.

“Oh.” She responded, before falling into a rather uncomfortable silence.

I cleared my throat slightly. I hated uncomfortable silence. I didn’t mind comfortable silence. But I hated awkwardness more than anything. I always had this strange impulse to make any sort of noise just so it would go away.

I chanced a glance at Lily, and she was biting her lip. She looked desperate, like she was struggling to keep her professionalism intact. The poor girl was obviously panicking, unsure of what to do when trying to reassure a psycho. She was probably one of those chicks who have a hard time bringing a sensitive topic up, one of those chicks who like to please…

“I’m an alcoholic.” I mumbled. Even to myself, my words sounded lame and incoherent.

“Sorry?” She asked, looking up at me with a confused look on her face.

I groaned inwardly.

“I’m here because I have a drinking problem. Like a really bad one. I won’t maul you if you bring it up y’know.” I stated, looking at my feet, twiddling my fingers.

There was a slight silence, before Lily sighed and answered with an exhausted, “I know why you’re here. I’ve seen you around school.”

Her tone had an edge of distaste to it.


I felt my face grow red. So maybe I was a bit noticeable. Well, I make myself noticeable. But people still can’t put a name to my face. I guess in looks, I’m just not that memorable. People probably just see me as that drunk girl who makes a right fool of herself off in the distance.

That girl…what’s her name again?

Who? The one who’s yelling and throwing up in the greenhouses?

Yeah, the drunk one.

I think it’s Emily.

Fuck you, Black.

“Oh.” I replied, feeling my stupidity raise a few notches.

We kept walking in silence and the trees seemed to thin tremendously. The light was becoming more and more visible and the sun bounced off of my dark hair. The leather jacket that hung loosely on my body started to feel heavier and warmer with each second, making me sweat.

“Ah! Here we are!” Lily exclaimed with a grin. I looked up from my feet and realized that we were facing a rather charming scene.

We had reached a small glade, the huge trees surrounding it protectively, yet not completely overshadowing it. Split in the middle was a creek, the clear trickling water flowing toward the other end of the glade before disappearing into the trees. A small wooden bridge lay over the widest part of the creek and on the left side of the bridge, sitting on an elevated piece of land that sat close to the shades of the trees…were two tents. Both of them were skin colored and tattered.

The sun illuminated the whole scene and I realized that if it weren’t for the circumstances, I would absolutely LOVE this.

Suddenly, someone walked out of the tent closest to the stream. It was James Potter. He straightened his glasses and ran a hand through his messy hair.

Immediately, I felt a surge of annoyance shoot through me.

He looked up and his eyes flitted over me for a fraction of a second before they landed on Lily. And there they stood.

His expression changed immediately, from confident to hopelessly love struck.

“EVANS!” He yelled.

Lily immediately bristled, her eyes turning into narrow slits as she grabbed my wrist forcefully and started marching toward the tents.

She kept her eyes forward, avoiding James’s face. He was still yelling her name, and her grip on my wrist grew more and more tight. I stumbled clumsily after her.

Finally, we reached the entrance tent closest to the forest. James was still at the mouth of the boy’s tent, a mere meter away from us. I knew that he was still staring at Lily, but I didn’t dare look at him.

“Evans…” He started, his voice a bit desperate.

Wow. And I thought that I was pathetic.

She cracked. Again.

Lily angrily spun toward him and whipped out her wand. She pointed it to his face and started to talk, her voice low, spitting, and absolutely frightening.


Her face was red with rage and her body was quivering.

“But…” James started, his face turning slack.

“Stay the FUCK out of my way. I won’t let you ruin my summer.” She sneered at him before quickly spinning back toward me, grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the mouth of the tent.

The flat cruelty and ruthlessness of her actions toward the boy sincerely frightened me to the point that I didn’t realize how bloody huge the damn tent really was from the inside. I keep forgetting that most wizarding tents are charmed to look tiny on the outside, but really, they could house my mum’s flat in London.

The thought of my mum left a bitter taste in my mouth. I shook my head slightly.

Since there were ten girls in our group, there were five bunk beds, one mattress sitting at the top and one at the bottom. They were lined up against the edges of the tent and I watched with interest as the various girls started to unpack their belongings and spread their various pillows, blankets, and clothes out.

I also noticed that there was a small door labeled, “The Washrooms.”

I prayed to Merlin that they were huge because there is no way I am sharing or waiting for the shower every morning.

“Well just…” Lily sighed, looking exhausted and irritated. Wow, that Potter really does her in.

“…Just find your belongings on one of the bunks and… just make yourself feel at home for a few moments.” She finished, trudging past me over to her own bunk, which was the first bottom one to the left. It was already made, her red covers spread neatly and tucked in at the sides. She climbed into it and her head collapsed on her pillow, where she crossed her arms behind her head and closed her eyes.

I don’t know how she’ll survive two months to be honest.

I swallowed and made my way through the tent, catching the eyes of girls who took their precious time to glare at me.

Some of them were beautiful; some were rather frightening looking; some were tall (though not as tall as me); some were short; some were fat; some were skinny; some looked stoned; some looked drunk; some looked just fucking sick.

And these were just ten girls. Quite a wide variety to be honest.

I briefly wondered which category I would fall under.

Tall and skinny obviously. Do I look drunk right now? I don’t know. I don’t feel drunk. I wish I did.

Am I beautiful or frightening looking? Why can’t there be any average girls so that I could fit in?

Finally, I found that my black bag placed on top of a small white bare mattress that lay on the top bunk. The bunk wasn’t too high up (well, then again, I’m a fucking skyscraper), but I still had to use the ladder to climb up onto it. I couldn’t heave myself up because I lacked any source of arm strength…and leg strength…or any physical strength. Every part of my body was extremely thin and bony. My arms were like noodles, my legs were reminiscent to brittle tree branches, my waist was so narrow that I found myself to be disproportionate, and overall…I just looked so…blah.

No strength. No boobs. No curves. Just an elongated elastic band.

I climbed the ladder to my bunk and had to bend my whole body in order to avoid hitting the top of the tent, which was way too close to my head. Giving me a top bunk was NOT a good idea.

I slowly unzipped my bag and rummaged around in it until I pulled out my red Gryffindor blanket (which was rather thick and cozy by the way) and a pillow that my mum had grabbed from the underside of her bed (which probably needs to be sanitized). I hastily set them aside, not sure of what to do. I didn’t want to set it all up when I was just going to sleep with them. There was no point.

I noticed that there was a light blue shirt sitting near my bag. I grabbed it and unfolded it. The shirt read, Camp Morgana, 1977. Then at the bottom of the shirt were the words, Team Circe. I’m assuming that this is the camp shirt.

To be honest, I was sort of glad to change into it. I have nice clothes in my bag, but assuming we had instructions to wear this shirt, I was happy to strip the puke colored camisole and leather jacket.

Then I realized how self conscious I was. There was no way I was going to change in front of all these girls…these girls I don’t even know.

All of them were already conversing somewhat and either currently changing or already changed into their shirts. I bit my lip and rummaged through my bag for another pair of pants. I settled on some dark trousers. Grabbing my shirt roughly, as well as the trousers, I lowered myself from the bunk and started to head toward the bathroom.


I stopped frozen in my tracks. I knew that the voice was directed toward me despite the other conversations that were occurring in the tent.

I slowly turned around to see that the voice was coming from the bunk below mine. The girl was lying lazily on her bed, a nonchalant and totally out-of-it expression on her otherwise pretty pale face. Her hair was dark blonde and curly. She looked rather voluptuous and I was immediately jealous of her.

“Got any dope?” She asked, her half-closed eyes relaxing on me.


Is she stupid? Why would I have dope? Man lady destroyed any possibility of me having anything useful.

Stupid man lady.

Plus, I didn’t have dope in the first place. I had a pack of cigarettes, but those don’t count.

I shook my head slowly.

The girl huffed a bit and then added, “Had to try”

I watched cautiously as the girl gave another sigh and closed her eyes. Erm…okay.

I turned on my heel and made my way into the washroom. There were showers all along the walls, but to my relief, each one had a little curtain. (Merlin, I didn’t know that a tent could have all of this!)

Off to the right were the bathroom stalls. They looked clean enough and the whole place seemed to glow with a faint light. I made my way to a stall and opened it. It gave a tiny creak and I winced. I hate creaking doors with a passion. It’s not even funny.

I locked it and started to strip from my ridiculous clothing and into the new shirt and trousers. I stepped out of the stall once I was finished and examined myself in a mirror. Holy Shit, I really do look like hell.

The blue shirt hung on my body lamely and my hair was a messy choppy wreck. I hopelessly ran my fingers through it to untangle the thick bush, but it wouldn’t budge. I let my thin arm drop pathetically before I gathered my other clothes in my arms and headed back into bunk room.

All of the girls at this time were now officially dressed in their new shirts and I noticed that Lily had gotten out of her bunk, looking rather irritated as she announced in a loud voice.

“Alright everyone listen up!”

The voices fell to an unsteady silence as all of the girls turned to glare at Lily. She didn’t seem intimidated at all by the less than flattering attention. She just rubbed her eyes before continuing, “So, we’re all going to head out to the creek and the boys will meet us there. There we will begin to discuss our personal team rules…”

“Fuck rules!” Yelled a very robust girl with bleach blonde hair.

There was a murmur of approval.

Lily looked like she was going to combust with anger. If anything, she was the most frightening girl in here. It’s scary to see how much she has changed from this morning. She seemed perfectly fine and dandy until she realized that Potter was now here.

However, she managed to continue in a fairly steady voice, “Once we go over a few of the rules, we are going to do a little activity. Jonathan, the other leader of Circe and head of the boy’s tent, has all of your names and the boy’s written on little slips of paper. We will draw two at a time and announce the names. You will hear your name called with one other person. That person will be your camp partner for this year. You two will always be a team in any camp-related activity, competition, or project.”

“And what’s the point of this?” A very scary looking girl with brunette colored hair asked.

Lily gave another little huff, “To increase trust levels. We want you to not only rely on your team and group, but be able to put trust in one other person as well. It’s your job to get to know your partner.”

“What if we don’t like our partners.”

“Well, that’s just to sodding bad.” Lily spat back. Her eyes were narrow slits and she looked like she was going to breathe fire.

“Any more useless questions?” She boomed. No one responded.

“Good. Let’s go then!” She exclaimed forcefully before motioning for everyone to follow her out of the tent.

We all lumbered after her, some of the girls muttering darkly about our new “bitchy counselor.”

I kept my mouth shut, feeling like I was nothing but an insignificant particle among this sea of blue-shirted psychos. I think I just lost my identity to be honest.

Despite my depression, I did enjoy the scenery. The creek was beautiful, the bridge was charming, the trees were majestic, the sky was subtle and gentle…I breathed in the scent of fresh crisp leaves. Maybe if I hid here a majority of the time, I could survive this summer.

We all stopped at the base of the creek. The boys were already there. I realized that Jonathan looked a bit nervous and that all of the girls started to make googly eyes at both James and Sirius, who were easily the best looking boys in their group.

I scoffed and looked away, distancing myself as far away from those two as possible.

“Do you know him?”

I spun around to see that the blonde curly haired girl who had asked me for dope was right behind me, glancing from me to Sirius.

“Sorry?” I asked, my throat going dry.

“The handsome one with the grey eyes. Do you know him?” She repeated. I noticed that her eyes were slightly bloodshot.

“No.” I answered immediately.

“Oh. I thought that you did since you were screaming at him and all,” She stated nonchalantly as she shrugged. She looked like she was about to pass out in about three minutes.

I gave her a sharp glare and spun back around so that my back was to her. I instead focused my attention on both Lily and Jonathan…who were already announcing the rules.

“…No one else outside of Team Circe is allowed in this area. There are several charms that surround this area so we would know if you escorted someone outside of Circe here. The punishment will be severe. Now…”

“Y’know, I might ask him out.” The blonde girl’s breath was hitting my ear uncomfortably. She was pretty tall as well, but she looked evenly proportioned. She had everything I didn’t in physical attributes.

I started to like her less and less.

“Erm…be my guest.” I stated uncomfortable. I really just want to go home.

“So we’ll now start the partner drawing. You cannot trade partners because a sealing magical contract exists once the names are called in a pair. Once you and your partner name has been called, just step up and join each other. Once the name draw is over, we will start the first partner activity. Let’s get started.”

I kept my eyes steadily on Lily, who drew two piece of paper out of the black beaded bag that Jonathan was holding.

She read off both of them. “Miranda Ellen and Sarah Aberin. »

A short girl with stringy red hair and horrible acne walked up hesitantly toward the front and a huge rotund girl with short black hair lumbered forward. The two looked at each other uneasily before walking off awkwardly to the side.

I sort of ignored the name drawing to be honest. It got really boring after a while. I focused all of my attention on avoiding looking over at the two marauders, muttering bitterly about the fact that Sirius sodding Black had called me Emily. Emily.

“Emma Agatha and James P-Potter.” Lily spat out Potter’s name with extreme difficulty.

He stepped forward with a slight nonchalant and “sexy” grace to his step. He sent a cheesy grin at Lily, who scowled at him.

“Well, I got the other hot one.” Said the voice behind me. I watched with slight disdain as the creepy stoner girl with bouncy blonde hair walked toward Potter, a slight spring in her step.

He gazed at her, and his lips lifted into a smirk. I shuddered and Lily bristled angrily.

I almost dozed off as Lily drew more names and more people went off. Which is sad since there’s only twenty people, which means that she only has to draw ten times. This just shows you how fucking tired I am.


A booming voice snapped me out of my daze. I looked up to see Sirius standing up there, his expression full of confusion.

Lily looked really pissed off as she repeated, “Sirius Black and Emery Alixson.”

All eyes were now on me. My stomach felt like it had fallen out of my arse and I felt like I could just die. I wanted to cry, drink, and go home. I don’t want to be sober anymore.

Not if Sirius fucking Black is my bloody camp mate for two months. No. That won’t work for me.

Why does this shit just happen to me? Merlin hates me.

I looked hopelessly into Sirius’s twinkling grey eyes as he stared at me.

His mouth broke out into a lazy grin as he gave me a wave and announced, “Hey, Emily! It’s your lucky day!”

Bloody hell.

Chapter 3: According to Sirius Black...
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So this is how it goes. Once assigned a partner, you and said assigned partner must find an ideal spot around the Circe campsite separate from the other pairs and “get a grasp of each other’s identity.” Healers and counselors may call this convenient and healthy. I call it utter bullshit.

See, the thing is, I don’t really want to get to know Sirius Black. I mean, what is there to know about him? He’s egotistical, self-absorbed, and narrow-minded. Not to mention that he’s a twat. Yes, he may be attractive and yes, I may find it hard not to stare at him and his confident stature; but frankly, I just don’t care about him. Call me selfish, but he obviously doesn’t give a rat’s arse about me, especially since he can’t understand the simple fact that my name is Emery and not Emily. Honestly, it’s not that hard to understand.

But I guess for the time being, I will have to cope. And I will force myself to deal with this because if I let myself be reduced to a blubbering mess of self-pity and uncontrolled temper tantrums, then I will not survive this summer. And my goal right now is to survive this program and then shut the experience back into the dark recesses of my mind where hopefully, it will be forgotten.

Alright then, let’s get this over with.

“How about this spot?” I asked in a low mumble, avoiding any eye contact with Sirius. I motioned toward a shaded grassy spot near the base of the forest. It looked nice enough. Plus, it was close to a shallow part of the creek where the water flow was considerably lighter than the other sections.

However, I received no response from my partner. I gritted my teeth and turned my head to look at what the hell he’s being distracted by now. To my not-so-surprise, his grey eyes were focused off toward the other bank of the creek, where two pretty blonde girls stood, their arses hanging out of their to-tight shorts. His expression was dazed with a not-so-subtle smirk plastered on his lips.

This infuriated me. I understand that I am an insignificant super tall, mega skinny, alcoholic chick with a weird and unmemorable name to him, but can’t he show any sort of consideration to the fact that I am going to be his permanent camp partner for two months straight? Bloody hell, I don’t even know the sort of activities we’ll have to endure as a functioning team and I already have the feeling that it’s going to be bad.

I snapped my fingers in front of his face and spat out, “Hello? I’m talking to you!”

After a few more seconds, he slowly broke his gaze away from the two girls to look at me. He eyed me warily with a slight grimace on his lips.

“Erm...what?” He asked in a tone that gave me a new insight to his immense stupidity.

I bit the inside of my mouth and clenched my fists. I cannot believe this. I don’t think I can do this.

“I said that I think that this spot is nice,” I spat at him, my voice quivering.

Sirius’s gray eyes skimmed over the shady area for a split second before he smirked and remarked, “Oh, going a bit private are we? If you insist, Emily. You know that I can’t say no.”

He gave me a saucy wink and I bristled.

He is such an insensitive pig.

The spot isn’t even that concealed at all! The nerve of the fucking bastard!

However, as per usual, I didn’t say anything. I just bit my tongue and propped myself upon the soft ground at the base of the trees, crossing my skinny legs and focusing my gaze on the soft patterns that the blades of grass created against my olive skin.

Sirius lazily collapsed on the ground beside me and I stiffened. He was only a few centimeters away. He crossed his arms behind his head, let his limbs sprawl out, and then he closed his gray eyes, giving him the impression that he was enjoying a peaceful and innocent sleep. However, that smirk completely wiped any sort of innocence off of the slate.

I shifted my body away from his until I was a good half meter away from him. I then took in a deep breath and held it.

“So?” Sirius remarked, his eyes still closed.

“Erm...what?” I responded intelligently.

“What do you want to know?” He asked. He sounded damn bored already.

“To be honest, I really don’t want to know anything about you, but since we’re stuck in this situation, we should just go along with it,” I rambled, surprised at my snappy outburst of truth.

Sirius opened his gray eyes and stared at me, his trademark smirk plastered on his lips. “That’s a lie. You know that you want to get to know me.”

What? The nerve of him! Fucking senseless bastard!

I started to grind my teeth before I spat out, feeling my face heat up, “I do not! You’re a fucking bastard and that’s that.”

He responded with a mock tutting sound before saying in a teasing voice that sent me over the edge, “Never judge a book by it’s cover, Emily.”

“My name is NOT EMILY!!” I seethed, feeling my throat burn and my whole body flush with heat. I cannot believe him! Seriously, Merlin must be laughing at me right now. I could hear him now, guffawing with his other wizarding cronies and jeering down at me, “Welcome to Morgana Wood, bitch!”

“I know it’s not,” He said in a smart-arsed tone.

“Excuse me?” I spat at him.

Is he really that much of a dick? Is he just calling me Emily to fuck around with me? What the bloody hell is wrong with him? What did I ever do to him? Okay, there was the Quidditch incident, but it was ONE time, and I wasn’t in my right mind, then! I barely remember it to be honest.

He sat up and turned his body so that he was completely facing me. He tilted his gorgeous head slightly and his gray eyes flickered. My stomach flipped, but I ignored it. I just kept glaring at him with all of the animosity I could muster.

“I know your name is Emery Alixson and I know that you’re in Gryffindor house. I also happen to know that you’re fucked up most of the time and that every time I see you at school, you’re always either falling, yelling, throwing up, or going bonkers over the tiniest things. It’s quite unattractive to be honest,” he said in his still mocking smirking sultry voice.

That damn bastard.

“What is your problem?” I shrieked at him, my shoulders tensing.

“I don’t have a problem.”

“You’re here aren’t you?”

“And where are you? Hogsmeade?”

I gave a frustrated growl as I subconciously grabbed fist fulls of my short hair. Sirius just kept smirking at me, wearing an expression that suggested that he knew everything about me.

And I didn’t like that.

He spoke again, “If you want my honest opinion of you...”

“Who said that I wanted it?” I spat at him, knowing that my face was on fire.

“I know you want it,” he wagged his eyebrows suggestively at me.

“Stop wagging your eyebrows at me. I’m going to throw up,” I groaned, ensuring that I had the best disgusted look on my face that I could muster.

Sirius’s eyes gray eyes sparkled mischievously at me, his lips slightly curled as he spoke, “I think that you hate being unnoticed.”

I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach and then twisted my innards mercilessly. I gaped at him and my heart started to pump. An intense mixture of shock, anger, and embarrassment surge through my veins.

He gave a slight chuckle and spoke again, this time, his voice sporting a bitter edge to it, “You’re an insecure little bitch and you feel sorry for yourself because you’re so unloved and unwanted, so you decide to make a name for yourself by living your life as a piss drunk. And then when you’re sober, you don’t even have the spine to stand up for yourself so you just decide to sulk around in your dark world. It’s pathetic. You’re not worthy of being noticed or remembered in my opinion, so as of now, you will be known as Emily to me for the rest of camp.”

I gaped at him.

He gave me a wink before closing his eyes and laying his head against his folded arms on the ground.

I felt like choking. I felt the tears build up in my eyes.

Did he really just say that to me? Why is he so unaffected by this?

My throat closed up and I felt like someone had literally socked me in the face and then laughed at me. And that someone was Sirius fucking Black.

How can he have the nerve to say that? He doesn’t know me! I’ve spoken to him for a maximum of one minute and already he’s thrown all of my insecurities at my face just because he could. He told me not to judge a book by it’s cover. Fucking hypocrite! He literally made a solid opinion of me after a few distant glances at me back at school, and that opinion seems permanent.

I couldn’t retaliate to what he just said. I seemed to have permanently lost my voice.

The tears were now spilling down my cheeks.

And his eyes were still closed.

I can’t let him see me like this. And I can’t deal with him for two months. I have to do something about this...I have to...

I jumped to my feet without a second thought and sprinted past Sirius’s resting body, leaving him alone under the shade of the trees. I noticed through my blurred vision that other partnered pairs were sitting and conversing in various areas. And none of them seemed to be reduced to tears.

I can’t get over it! Sirius knows who I am but he’s putting on this act just because he thinks that I’m to pathetic to be worthy of any acknowledgment, of any respect of worth. And every time he’ll call me Emily, I’ll be reminded of that fact.

I needed to find Lily. I need to have this fixed. I need someone who will actually respect me.

I finally spotted the small redhead near the tents, sitting criss crossed next to Jonathan. The two were intently spilling over a stack of papers that probably had something to do with the camp.

I ran up to her, sniffling. The tears were spilling uncontrollably from my eyes and my face felt hot with rage and hurt.

Lily looked up as I approached and upon seeing me, she immediately jumped to her feet in bewilderment. Her eyes were wide as she exclaimed, “Emery!”

I broke down in shallow breaths and hysterics as the tears continuously cascaded down my cheeks. The thought of Sirius and his biting words and his face and the fact that I have to be here for two months all seemed to be combined in a hot knife that was twisting my gut.

“I...I can’t d-do this, I just c-can’t...” I panted, grabbing at my dark hair. Where was my alcohol when I needed it? I needed to be calm, noncaring, nonchalant....I need it! I really need it!

“Jonathan, go check on the campers,” demanded Lily as she stared at me. Jonathan looked relieved to run off.

Once we were alone, Lily reached up and grabbed both of my shoulders gently, but firmly. She tried to catch my eyes as she said in a slow soothing voice, “Calm down Emery. That’s it. Take deep breaths. Good good...”

As I breathed in and out, my vision cleared, my throat started to open up, and my heart rate started to die down. My breaths were deep and shuddering as I allowed myself to cool down. Lily’s presence seemed to act as a relaxation tonic, yet I still felt the bite of Sirius’s words. And I remembered why I ran to Lily.

“Now, tell me what happened,” Lily said as she slowly let go of my shoulders, looking up at me intently with her emerald green eyes.

“I can’t d-do this,” I choked out, hiccuping slightly. “I can’t have Sirius Black as my partner. Please...p-please if there is any way I can change...”

Lily gave me a look of deepest pity. She shook her head slowly and answered, “Once the bind has been made, the charm is unbreakable. I can’t do anything to change your partner.”

I felt like I was falling inside. Everything was collapsing and breaking and crumbling. I just can’t stand it, to have to cooperate with someone who obviously sees my very existence as pointless and pathetic, who thinks that I’m not worthy of any attention of have someone easily throw all of my insecurities in my face...

I started to cry again.

Lily sighed and gave me a small gentle hug. She said soothingly while rubbing my back, “I know, I know, it sucks. Black is an arrogant arse. Whatever he said to you isn’t true.”

I’m not to sure about that.

“I’ll talk to him, ‘kay? I won’t tell anyone about it if you don’t want,” she inquired.

I honestly didn’t want her talking to Sirius about this. I didn’t want him to think that I was a snitch or a suck up...but then I remembered that he thinks of me as pathetic and worthless.

So I just kept my mouth shut as I let myself cry.

After I had calmed down a considerable amount, Lily and I walked back toward the rest of the group, who were now starting to assemble into a circle. I hastily wiped the remainder of my tears and tried to mask any sort of evidence that I’d been crying my eyes out.

I avoided looking at anyone’s face as I planted myself in the circle, between a redheaded guy and the blonde curly haired chick who had asked for dope in the tent. What was her name again? Wasn’t it like Emma Agatha? She had a satisfied smile on her face as she glanced over in James’ direction. Poor bitch. Just because she’s his partner doesn’t mean he’ll like her. He’s to smitten with Lily.

I avoided looking anywhere near Sirius or James. I don’t think that I can bear it.

“Hey, why were you crying?” Emma asked me, her head tilted and a skeptical look upon her pale face.

I glared at her and looked away quickly. I’m not giving her the satisfaction of my weakness.

“Hello? I asked you a question,” she drawled out.

I just kept staring at nothing in particular, concentrating hard on not looking upset or troubled.

Before Emma could go for it again, Lily had walked into the middle of the circle and called out, “If you can hear me, clap once.”

There was a multitude of claps, but they were disjointed and laced with overpowering voices and laughter.

“If you can hear me, clap twice,” she announced. All of the campers had now quieted somewhat and some of them even clapped twice along with Lily. I didn’t even raise my arms.

“Good, I hope that you’ve developed some sort of bond with your partner...”

Oh, har har.

“We will be doing one last activity before we have lunch and it involves a group as a whole. As members of Group Circe, we all want to develop an understanding of each other so that we can work together to win the Team group competition by the end of the summer. So Jonathan developed a little muggle game that is rather effective in remembering each person’s name...”

“I don’t need help remembering your name, Evans!”

Everyone started to laugh at James’s cocky outburst. I dared myself to look in that direction to see that he was staring at Lily with a triumphant smirk.

Lily’s eyes were on fire as she seethed at James. Her face was blotchy red, her jaw was clenched, and her breathing started to become shallow and short. Uh-oh...atomic explosion alert...

“Settle down! Settle down!” came the voice of Jonathan as he gently placed a hand on Lily’s shaking shoulder. Once the laughter had died down into quiet mutters, he started to speak with an attempt at an enthusiastic smile.

“As Lily said, we are going to play a simple game in order to get to know each other better. I have this little bean sac.” He held out a small little dark blue bean sack that was about the size of my palm. He held it above his head so that everyone could see it.

“So this is what you are going to do. I am going to throw the bean sack at a random person. When you catch it, you are going to say your name and one interesting thing about you. Then you throw it to another random person. Is that clear?” He asked.

I stared at him blankly. This has got to be the lamest thing I have ever been forced to do. Why don’t we just go around the bloody circle and introduce ourselves? I grumbled angrily to myself.

Jonathan spoke, “Alright, I’ll start. I’m Jonathan Stewart and one interesting fact about me is that I have been offered a spot on Puddlemere United.”

A wave of impressed gasps and noises of appreciation erupted as he tossed the sack to a girl with short choppy black hair. She gave everyone a death glare as she growled in a low voice, “My name is Dementia Darkness and I’m the bride of Satan.”

With that, she hurled the sack at a rather frightened looking boy with purple hair and facial piercings.

I kept praying that it wouldn’t get passed to me as I saw the sack fly through the air, and I haven’t learned a single name. After a few more tosses, I realized that someone had passed the sack to James. He used his amazing Quidditch skills and swiftly grabbed the sack. He gave a smirk as he said in a confident voice, “My name’s James Potter and I think that Lily Evans is the most striking girl in the whole damn universe and that she should go out with me.”

An eruption of laughter. Lily looked like she was going to have a heart attack from all of the strain her muscles seemed to be going through as she glared murderously at James.

I groaned inwardly. This is so fucking stupid.

“Heads up, Evans!” he yelled as he hurled the sack at Lily. She squeaked as it smacked her right in the face. She stumbled backwards sligthtly and there was another roar of laughter.

“Oh Merlin! I’m sorry, Lily...I’m...” He started, his eyes wide as he took a few steps forward.

But Lily cut him off by spitting through gritted teeth, squeezing the sack as hard as she could, “My name is Lily Evans and I absolutely despise Pott- I mean...people who are superficial.”

She was still glaring at James as she tossed it to Emma Agatha, who caught it easily and with a sultry smile, she said, “I’m Emma Agatha, but I prefer to be called Em and something interesting about me is that I hate the fact that my name is made up of two bloody first names.”

A small titter of laughter followed as she threw the sack at Sirius. I forced myself to look at him as he caught the small sack. His gray eyes were twinkling and his infamous smirk was planted on his face.

“I’m Sirius Black and the most interesting thing about me is none of your business.”

I noticed how all of the girls seemed to be swooning over him. They all smiled and batted their eyelashes and giggled and blah and blah and blabbity blah and....gross. He flashed his little fan crowd a smile before shifting his eyes toward me.

His smirk grew wider.

Oh shit. I swear to Merlin, if he throws that sack at me...

“Emily! Heads up!” He yelled, hurling the sack at me in the same fashion that James hurled it at Lily. And I was just about as successful as Lily in catching it.

It smacked into my face with so much force that I pathetically stumbled backwards and fell on my arse. An eruption of laughter followed as my face heated and I forced myself to stand up. I avoided everyone’s eye as I squeezed the sack.

“E-Erm....My name’s E-Emery...” I choked weakly, feeling my eyes fill with tears again.

“What? I can’t hear her!” screamed a girl to the left of the circle.

“Could you please speak up?” Jonathan asked gently.

I don’t like this. I need my alcohol so that I could actually enjoy the attention.

I could literally feel Sirius’s judging gray eyes burning into me and his smirk widening as I continued to wallow in my own self-pity. Or maybe he’s not even looking at me at all. After all, according to him, I’m pathetic and I don’t deserve any sort of respect.

I cleared my throat and said a little louder (though it wasn’t much of an improvement), “I’m Emery A-Alixson and I...”

Come on, Emery! Think! What’s interesting about you? Anything at all?

It’s really sad that I have to actually wrack my brain in order to find something that’s somewhat interesting about me. I’ve never had to think this hard, even during school. Well, then again, it’s not like I actually pay attention in school...


Everyone was staring expectantly at me and I felt absolutely ridiculous. I kept my head down and stared at my feet.

Come on, Emery! Brainstorm! Articulate! Imagine! Creativity is the key!

“I used to fancy my dog when I was twelve.”

I don’t know where the words came from. Definitely not my memories, because I never even had a dog, nor have I ever found a dog attractive. That’s just creepy. In fact, I’m allergic to dogs! Whenever they’re around, I start to sneeze and sometimes even develop that nasty skin rash.

Nevertheless, for some reason, those words came out of my mouth in a clear sentence.

And it did the damage.

Everyone was silent and I didn’t dare look anywhere but my feet. My limbs were frozen and I felt waves of embarrassment and regret wash through me.

I am such a failure at life.

Again, I can hear Merlin’s never ending snide call of, “Welcome to Morgana Wood....BITCH!”


A/N: Alright, here's chapter 3 of Morgana Wood. This one will take a bit longer in general to update since I have two other stories that I have more of a focus on right now. But I'll still update! Alright, remember to keep those reviews 12+!!!