Chapter 3 : Story of My Life
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Story of My Life
I carefully laid the violet flower down on the concrete floor, afraid to ruin its frail and delicate body. Retrieving my sketchbook from my bag, I allowed my hand to soar freely over the parchment, smooth flowing lines for the petals and hard rough lines for the texture. Deep in thought with my eyebrows frowned; I hadn’t even noticed that two pairs of feet had approached me.
“Charis, are you out here working again?”
I raised my eyes and nodded at Sorrel’s obvious question. Demetrius was by her side, as usual, his eyes were on her 90% of the time as Sorrel giggled light-heartedly and flicked her hair and bat her eyelashes or whatever girls like her do. I leaned back against a large willow tree and closed my eyes, utterly irritated at being interrupted. My tranquil and unruffled silence…now completely…wrecked.
“Come on, now, Charis, Sorrel and I are heading to lunch, join us, won’t you?” Demetrius held out his hand.
I finally opened my eyes and there, I noticed, under Sorrel’s recently-polished patent black shoes, was my exquisite and delicate violet flower, crushed and trampled. Pieces of it’s brittle petals sprinkled around her right shoe. I swallowed and shoved my canvas back in to my bag and just as I was about to reach for Demetrius’ hand, Sorrel squealed, “Oh look! Come, Demetrius, I think I have just spotted Adrien, remember? I was telling you about him and his…” She giggled as she and Demetrius shared a private look together. Grabbing Demetrius’ other hand, she pulled him off to the direction of where a blond-haired Hufflepuff boy stood with his group of friends.
I stood up by myself and brushed myself off. Running after the two, I decided I would make an effort to like Sorrel. If Demetrius could trust her, I…well, I should at least try, shouldn’t I?
“You’re looking quite blue today,”
I looked up from my plate of pie, alarmed to see Roger Davies staring back at him, an amused smile playing on the edge of his lips. I sighed and jabbed my pie with my fork, it’s blueberry insides spilling out on to the clean white porcelain plate. I had headed off to lunch first, after Sorrel and Demetrius had completely excluded me from the conversation and I didn’t blame them as I had absolutely no clue what they had been talking about. Deciding that I would go somewhere instead of standing there looking like a foolish plonker, I had walked swiftly to the Great Hall, relieved to see it quite empty.
I swallowed, “It’s nothing,” I stammered, looking down back at my plate.
“Care to talk about it?” Davies was about to take a seat across from me when Demetrius interrupted.
“Davies, would you mind if I talked to Charis privately for a minute?”
“Sure,” Davies nodded and left without another word.
I still hadn’t looked up from my plate. I was a ball of confusion; I didn’t know what to think and how to feel about Demetrius. I wanted to be mad. I wanted to cry. I wanted to curl up in to a little ball and die. I didn’t want to be mad at him. I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to feel pathetic. I didn’t want to be pitied. I just…
“Listen, Sorrel thought I should come and talk to you…she’s made me realize that I haven’t exactly been acting like a friend lately and I truly apologize,” Demetrius alleged whole-heartedly. At last, I raised my eyes to see that he was genuinely apologetic, his eyes regretful with a miserable expression on his face.
“It’s fine,” I mumbled, “It isn’t fair for me to take all your time away,” I asserted with a dignified nod.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Sorrel creeping up to the table, almost as if asking permission to step in to our conversation.
“It’s fine,” I mumbled once again, spooning some blueberry pie in to my mouth.
“Charis, are you sure you’re all right?” Sorrel cocked her head to the side.
I nodded, “I’m just feeling a tad tired, that’s all, I’m going to take a nap before class, I’ll see you all later,” I let my knife fall with a loud clank and rushed out hurriedly before anyone could stop me.
Why couldn’t I like Sorrel?! She’s been nothing but sweet and kind to me! I just couldn’t understand what’s wrong with me. Am I so unsociable? Am I just so hopelessly against new friends? I felt completely aloof. To be honest, I did not feel like going back to the common room. I’d be feeling even more miserable in that empty room with all my congested thoughts. I decided to head over to the library, where I would be easily distracted by the millions of books. To my dismay, I found the library quite crowded with students rushing with their last-minute homework. I dropped my book bag on a nearby empty seat and headed towards a bookshelf. I moved from bookshelf to bookshelf, lazily fingering book after book, in an attempt to find one that was interesting enough to read.
I had been on my knees, crawling about the lowest shelf when my head collided in to something solid, “Ow!” I whimpered.
“Oh bugger, sorry, are you okay?”
I rubbed my head and looked up to see a familiar face staring back at me. He held out his hand and I took it gratefully as he pulled me back on to my feet.
“Thanks,” I whispered faintly, quite sure that he didn’t hear me. To avoid any more awkward words, I quickly rushed out from between the bookcases and grabbed my bag on the way. Why did he look so familiar? Think…think…think…hmm…well, I had vaguely noticed a red and gold tie…
I looked up at the sound of my name and noticed Demetrius in front of me with a smile on his face.
“Come on now, we’re going to be late,” He hurried as I quickly jogged towards me, “Where’ve you been? I checked the common room, but you weren’t there,” He asked.
“Oh, I was just at the library,” I responded, “Didn’t quite feel like taking a nap after all,” Demetrius nodded slowly, an unreadable expression on his face, he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts so I decided to remain quiet.
History of Magic could not have been worst; I sat there, not having gained a single drop of knowledge from Professor Binns’ absurdly mundane lecture on trolls and their wars. I glanced at Demetrius, whose head was turned once again towards Sorrel’s direction. Sorrel, on the other hand, was peering over her shoulders coyly and giggling softly at Demetrius. I turned my attention back to Professor Binns and sighed inwardly. As much as I’ve tried to deny it, things are definitely changing. For better or worst, I have yet to find out but they definitely seem to be taking a turn for the worst.
I crumpled a piece of parchment in my hand and tossed it on the fire, watching the flames convulse and consume the frail paper almost instantaneously. This History of Magic essay was not cooperating. Scratching my head, I retrieved a new piece of parchment and stared at its blank exterior. Biting my lip, I allowed my artistic intuition to steer my quill around the textured surface of the parchment. I had been so transfixed in drawing that I hadn’t realized it was dinnertime until the common room turned unreasonably quiet. I glanced up at the clock as I shoved my quill and pot of ink back in my bag.
“What are you still doing here?”
Startled, I swirled around to see Roger Davies yawning and stretching, seemingly having just woken up from a nap. Scratching his head, he stood immobile still waiting for an answer.
I swallowed, still feeling extremely uncomfortable whenever I was around him, “I didn’t realize it had gotten so late, I got carried away with…” I couldn’t exactly say homework, so I finally settled with, “Stuff.”
“Stuff?” He repeated.
“Right, so are you heading down to dinner?” Roger asked.
I nodded slowly, my instincts telling me that Roger Davies had an ulterior motive.
“Great, let’s go,” He swiftly marched towards me and hooked his arm through mine. Within seconds, we were strolling…well more like jogging down the hallway.
“So...I know that this is a bit awkward,” Roger began.
I sighed. Here it comes. Typical. What else should I have expected? Him to be different? Well, there’s something to laugh about.
“Well?” I spoke up, slightly flustered but ducked my head in embarrassment when Roger twisted his head towards me.
“You seem to know Sorrel quite well,” He continued as I tried my best to keep up with his long strides.
“I don’t know,” I muttered, breathing heavily as my legs began to ache. Not to mention, I was having difficulty breathing from being too close to someone like Roger Davies.
Then it clicked.
“Hold on,” I stopped, dragging him with me as all my nervousness went flying out of the window.
“What?” He stared at me blankly.
“You fancy her, don’t you?”
He averted his eyes and growled, “Maybe,”
I shook my head and quietly whispered, “I have to go,” I began walking hurriedly towards the Great Hall, secretly praying that he wouldn’t follow me to ask me for any further help.
“Wait!” He called after me, a hint of desperation in his voice, “You have to help me!”
“Why don’t you ask Demetrius? He seems to know her quite well,” I muttered under my breath as I reluctantly turned around to face him.
“It’s pretty obvious why I came to you, isn’t it?” He rolled his eyes as he scoffed. I remained silent.
“He obviously fancies her, possibly even more than I do,” Roger stated, “Please?”
“What could I possibly do?” I questioned.
“Well, you know…you could give me information about what she likes…” He shrugged.
I thought, “I’m really sorry, Roger, I want to help but I’m just not as close to Sorrel as you might think,”
Roger nodded dejectedly, “I understand, thanks anyways,”
I hesitated, feeling incredibly guilty. Going against my instinct, I finally spoke up, “I’ll try my best,”
“Thank you,” Roger breathed gratefully before heading in the opposite direction.
I pursed my lips and headed through the grand doors to find the Great Hall virtually empty.
Story of my life.
A/N: I hope all of you liked this chapter and please review! Remember, I love reading your reviews, thanks so much!
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