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“You’re sure your friends won’t... you know, hate you when they see that you’ve brought me along with you?”
I rolled my eyes and suppressed the urge to groan (and smack her). “Yes, Andrea. For the millionth time, yes! Now, will you hush? The last thing I need is for a Prefect on patrol to ask why I’m patrolling the corridors in my pajamas and why my sister’s with me and why the hell I’m carrying a backpack!” I snapped.
“Why are you carrying your backpack?” she asked curiously.
I shrugged and continued walking. “I needed someplace to keep my things.” I said. “I’m not just going to wander around with a towel in my arms. This way, I can say that I’m — well, I don’t know exactly, but I would’ve thought of something when the time came.” I said.
Andrea laughed and rolled her eyes. “You’ve officially lost your mind,” she said, shaking her head.
I rolled my eyes, glad to have gotten rid of the teary-eyed mess that she had been a few minutes ago. “I know that already, Captain Obvious,” I said jokingly. We laughed quietly before stopping in front of a familiar door. “All right, this is it.” I said, grabbing the handle and slowly pushing the door open.
“Finally!” Dominique exclaimed. “What took you so — oh, Andrea,” she said, shocked when she saw my sister step inside behind me. “Er — not to be mean or rude or anything, but... what the hell are you doing here?” she demanded.
I laughed nervously and walked towards her. “Dom, can I speak to you for a sec?” I asked. And, without an answer, I grabbed her arm and pulled her off to the side. “Can you, you know, not be mean to her tonight?” I asked. “I know this seems like a stupid idea, but she’s my sister — as much as I’d like to prove otherwise — but still, she’s blood. And she looked so upset about her friends and James, I couldn’t just leave her there and have some other twit find her bawling her eyes out,” I said.
She looked at me as if I were a complete nutter for bringing my sister here. Shaking her head, she blinked a few times before staring at me. “Are you joking?” she hissed. “Allie, this is your sister, the Barbie clone, remember? What if this is all some twisted, evil plan created by Cassidy to make your life hell because of McGonagall’s wacked up pairing for this project?” she whispered.
I shook my head. “No, that’s not the case.” I said. “Dom, just let her stay with us. Maybe she’ll tell us what’s up after we get her to relax a bit, please?” I begged. “If not for her, do it for me, won’t you?” I asked hopefully.
“I’m saying no for you, Al.” She said sadly, looking hurt.
“I know, I know!” I said, closing my eyes and taking in a deep breath. “But Dominique, she’s my sister. I couldn’t just leave her out there. I appreciate it that you’re looking out for me, but please, just hear her out, won’t you? For me?” I pleaded.
She sighed. “Fine,” she said grudgingly. “But guard yourself, Allie. I smell something fishy,” she said. “And I’m not just talking about tonight. I’m talking about every other moment you spend with Andrea.” She said.
I beamed and hugged her. “You’re the absolute greatest, Dominique Michelle Weasley!” I cried happily.
She laughed and patted my back. “Oh, don’t I know it.” She said. “But Your Royal Majesty will do just nicely, Allie.” She said before turning back to the others. “All right, girls! Let’s get this night of relaxation underway!” she said.
With simultaneous joyful cries, they all pulled off their pajamas and such and revealed their swimsuits. I stared enviously at them with their killer bodies and wondered why I was so unlucky to have such a bad body? And the worst part? I had to show off said bad body with a white bikini. Merlin, they were never going to let me live this down...
Roxanne looked up at me from the bubble filled tub and raised an eyebrow. “Allie, aren’t you going to come in? This group involves you too,” she said.
“I think I’ll just sit here...” I said wearily.
Lily glared at me. “You’re going to get your arse in here, or we’ll drag you in here with your clothes on!” she threatened.
“You wouldn’t.” I said.
She smirked and I was instantly reminded of her brother — not Al, he was too nice. No, I’m talking about the other idiot. “We would,” she said.
I sighed and slowly pulled off my pajamas.
They began a chorus of cat calls and whistling and howling and what not. I turned bright tomato red as I tried to make room for myself in between Dominique and my sister.
“Nice swimsuit, Allie! Where’d you get it?” Andrea asked, grinning broadly.
I glared at her. “Like you don’t know,” I snapped, trying to hide myself with all the bubbles.
She blinked at me. “Er — no, I really —”
Dominique burst out laughing, the sound echoing off the walls of the walls all around us. “That — that wasn’t your sis-sister!” she gasped out, her face turning red from the lack of air. “I — I changed your swimsuits over the summer!” she said, finally catching her breath. “All you own are those tacky one pieces, so I did a little shopping of my own. Your trunk is now stock full of two piece bikinis. You can thank me later,” she said.
I glared at her while the others laughed. “I hope you rot in hell,” I spat.
She shrugged. “I will,” she reassured.
When I returned to the common room, it was pretty late, but I honestly didn’t give a rat’s fluffy arse about lateness. I was just happy to be so relaxed after a long, stressful day. And Merlin only knows the constant stomach cramps were murder...
Why my stomach hurt so bad, I have no idea. But, honestly, I couldn’t really bring myself to care about it all that much either. I just wanted to get up to bed and —
“POTTER!” I screamed, banging my hand against the door. “OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW!” I shouted, my good mood deflating instantly.
“Nope,” he replied smugly from the other side. “You can sleep on the couch tonight.” He called in a singsong voice.
I was going to strangle him!
Huffing, I started pounding both fists against the door. “UNLOCK THE DOOR, YOU BLOODY IDIOT!” I screamed furiously, not really caring that my hands were starting to hurt from pounding on the door so much. I bet I wouldn’t even care if they started bleeding...well, that's a lie.
And then, a thought popped into my head. I would’ve laughed if I wasn’t so pissed. But, alas, I was pissed, so the situation wasn’t funny.
Pulling out my wand, I pointed it at the doorknob. “Alohomora,” I muttered, and, with a click, the locked unlocked and the door cracked open. With a triumphant huff, I pushed open the door and glared at him, lying on the bed. “You know, you’re a real prat.” I said pointedly, hands planted firmly on my hips.
He sat up, a look of shock on his face. “How did you do that?” he asked.
I blinked. You can’t be serious! Please tell me he’s not that stupid. “You amaze me, Potter,” I said, shaking my head and making my way over to the desk below the window. “I mean really, are you too stupid to remember even the simplest of spells? We learned it in first year for Merlin’s sake!” I said as I pulled out a piece of parchment and my quill and ink bottle.
“Oh...” he muttered.
Oh!? Merlin, the ‘father-of-my-baby’ is a complete idiot!
September... Oh, like I really care!
My project partner is a moron. A complete and utter moron. I think I’m going to jump into the Black Lake, just to see if I can really suffocate myself, but I doubt I’ll really follow through with it. God won’t let me die. I guess he has bigger plans for me here on earth—that, or I’m just here for his amusement.
It’s not fair, can’t I just get homeschooled this year and come back... never? I mean, it’s almost the end of my Hogwarts years. Can’t Auntie Julie home school me or something?
Sigh. I bet the answer’s a no. Well, it was worth a shot.
P.S.: Did I mention my partner is an idiot? Because he is.
Sealing the letter into an envelope, I addressed it to my father before shoving it into my book bag. I will take it to the owlry in the morning.
Huffing, I spun around in the chair and stared at him, he was lying on the bed again, his hands resting behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. Unaware that my glare was softening, I found myself staring at him, studying his profile. You know, he really didn’t look all that bad...
A smirk appeared on his face and he turned his head in my direction. “You’re staring, Carlyle.” He said.
“I was not!” I lied, my cheeks staining a bright red as I turned the chair back around to the desk.
“Liar!” he accused.
“I am not!” I exclaimed, glaring at him.
He smirked smugly. “You are too,” he said matter-of-factly. “Just admit it, Carlyle. You were staring at me,” he said.
I snorted and rolled my eyes — even though he was right. “Whatever,” I muttered, standing up from my seat and making my way out of the room.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“I’m going to sleep on the couch.” I said hotly before closing the door behind me and storming down the stairs.
I was staring at him. I was staring at him. I was staring at him! I was staring at James freaking Potter...
And I thought he looked good.
Oh, Merlin something was severely wrong with me.
The next morning, I was crankier than usual as I made my way out of the portrait hole so I could get down to the Great Hall for breakfast. But what did you expect? I spent the whole night tossing and turning on a very uncomfortable couch. They were good for sitting on, not sleeping on.
“Allie!” Andrea called as she ran down the corridor to catch up with me. She easily caught up with me as I turned and walked into the stairwell. “Hey, what’s wrong? You don’t look very... happy.” She said, taking in my sour expression and my appearance — which must’ve looked as bad as my face.
“Piss off,” I snarled, walking quickly.
Andrea just laughed and easily managed to keep up with my strides. “Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” She said in a singsong voice.
With a growl, I whipped out my wand and pointed it directly at her throat. Taken aback, she staggered back until her back hit the wall. “Don’t. Mess. With. Me,” I growled warningly.
Her blue eyes widened for a second before she blinked and cracked a smile. “Okay,” she said, pushing my wand away from her throat. “Okay, Allie. Calm down, I won’t mess with you, I promise. Sister’s honor,” she said, holding one hand over her heart and one hand up in the air.
I raised an eyebrow. “There’s something wrong with you,” I muttered, shaking my head as I pocketed my wand and continued once more on my walk down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
“There’s something wrong with the both of us, Allie.” Andrea said, rolling her eyes as she looped her arm through mine.
“Don’t touch me.”
“Okay!” she obliged, sensing my annoyance. But she still had a smile on her face as she walked along beside me.
We walked in silence, leaving me to my own thoughts. Honestly, I could care less about whether or not she wanted to talk to me. My back hurt, that was the only thing that mattered to me at the moment. You try sleeping on an uncomfortable couch while your sister’s boyfriend keeps the bedroom to himself. The prat... He should be lucky I didn’t get up in the middle of the night and attempt to murder him, ‘cause I came really close to doing so a few times...
“Thanks, Allie.” Andrea said suddenly, abruptly pulling me out of my thoughts.
I blanched. “Uh... for what?” I asked.
Andrea laughed. “For putting up with me last night, of course,” she said brightly. “I must’ve been so annoying complaining about my relationship problems — er — ex-relationship.” She said.
I almost forgot that idiot Potter broke up with my sister... almost being the keyword. It was kind of hard when some part of my brain wanted so badly to slap Andrea and say ‘I told you say!’ while dancing around her in a taunting circle...
But, then again, there was also the fact that Andrea caught Potter and Wacker — her ‘supposed’ bloody best friend (as if) — snogging senselessly in the corridor. Then the two of them started screaming at each other, and then Wacker just smirked triumphantly before threatening my sister (“Don’t even try to get him back now, Carlyle. He’s mine. If you try, I’ll make sure you lose more than just your pretty looks.” — Andy’s words not mine.) and then prancing off after the jack arse rather proudly...
Wacker’s such a slut...
“Oh — er — yeah, you’re welcome. But you didn’t complain all that much last night,” I said. In truth, she didn’t complain at all. The only time we ever mentioned James was when Lily forced it out of Andrea, and then we started calling him names. Andrea just blew up and went all psychotic on the name calling bit.
Yeah, she’s sensitive...
“Somehow, I find it hard to believe you,” she said with a laugh. Damn her and her beautiful laughter! My laughs probably sound demented and strange...
I rolled my eyes. “Fine, don’t believe me.” I said with a shrug. “See if I care. I just want to eat,” I said when we finally arrived in the Great Hall. I made an immediate beeline for the table, plopping down beside Dominique before piling my plate full of food — most of it being food that I probably wasn’t going to eat.
Andrea sat down on my left and began piling food onto her own plate, all of us falling into easy conversation, jokes and laughter... at least until they came in.
“What are you doing with these losers?” Cassidy Wacker said with a hand on her hip, an eyebrow raised in amusement as she looked me up and down. That wasn’t fair! I had a bagel in my mouth, so of course I’d look like an idiot...
“Um... eating?” Andrea answered, looking both hurt and annoyed that her ‘best friend’ just called her sister and her friends losers. Didn’t she ever notice it before?
Cassidy rolled her eyes. “Come on, Andrea. We’re eating at the Ravenclaw table.” Cassidy said. “Seriously? You wouldn’t want to catch... whatever infectious disease these little people have. You’re better than them,” she said haughtily, puffing out her chest as if that would get the point across that she was better than us.
Pssh, like we needed fake chests to prove we were better than her...
Andrea’s once warm and friendly blue eyes hardened and glazed over with ice as she stared at Cassidy, keeping her face calm and composed. “Sorry, I don’t talk associate with bitches who threaten me.” Andrea said coolly before turning back around in her seat. “Oh, I’m sorry. You’re pea sized brain probably didn’t get a single word I said,” she said with a wickedly sweet smirk.
Cassidy frowned before glaring at her. “I got what you said just fine, Andrea.” She said.
I smirked triumphantly (yes, I swallowed my bagel before I grinned). “Well, then, you have you answer, so you and your little idiot cronies can go to the Ravenclaw table and stare at us, wishing you were us,” I said brightly before turning back around in my own seat and going back to my breakfast.
“You little bi —”
“You wanna finish that sentence, Wacker?” Dominique said lowly, whipping out her wand and pointing it at Cassidy.
Rose squeaked in disapproval and shock. Lily and Roxanne snickered, both of them looking hopeful for some action (Dom’s been wanting a go at Cassidy ever since last year when she made a comment that Dom was a bimbo who only got what she wanted because she was a sleepy one-eigth Veela chick). Alice looked fearful. Andrea and I were just...surprised, and a bit eager.
Cassidy glared at Dominique. “I’d like to see you try, Weasley,” she snarled lowly.
Everyone in the Great Hall was silent and looking eagerly over at us, all of them waiting for a fight.
“Come on, Dominique,” I said quietly, standing up and lowering her arm so her wand was pointing down at the ground. “Don’t cause a scene. She’s not worth it,” I whispered, trying to get her to calm down. An angry Dominique was a big no-no.
Cassidy scoffed and rolled her eyes. “What? Afraid of a little conflict, Carlyle?” she said with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes before glaring back at her. “No, I’m just afraid of hitting you and then being infected with the crap they used to make that thing right there on your face — oh, oops! I mean your face,” I said with an innocent enough laugh before abruptly ending it and grabbing my book bag and an apple. “I’m out of here. See you later,” I said to my friends.
Cassidy grabbed my arm when I attempted to walk past her. “I’m not through with you!”
“Well I’m done with you,” I snapped. “Now let me go!” I said angrily, yanking my arm out of her grip. “I don’t have to waste my breath on a low life gossiping bitch like you.”
“You can’t talk to Cassidy like that!”
I rounded on the fourth year girl. “Try me,” I snarled before turning sharply on my heel and walking away. I wanted so badly to turn around and jump at her and beat her into a bloody pulp and rip out all that pretty black hair of hers, but the bigger person in me was telling me that the best thing I could do was just walk away...
Screw what the bigger person in me says.
“Oh, and Cassidy,” I said, turning back around and heading towards the Gryffindor table. I grabbed Dominique’s goblet of pumpkin juice. “Stuffing your bra really isn’t going to get you any attention,” I said before throwing the pumpkin juice out of the goblet and onto her blouse.
To say I was surprised when the pumpkin juice literally absorbed into her shirt would be the understatement of the century. I was both shocked and surprised and utterly excited. I mean, I hadn’t exactly expected it to work — I’ve just always wanted to do that to her...
“You bitch!” she screamed at me.
“See ya!” I laughed before running away. And I mean I ran, like my life depended on it ran. I didn’t stop running until I got all the way down to the green houses, and there, I exploded into uncontrollable laughter. It was there that Andrea came down, tears in her eyes and her lower lip cut open and bleeding profusely.
It was there that I learned that Andrea had always been there for me, that she would always be there for me, that we were sisters forever, no matter what happened between us...
And that Cassidy Wacker could seriously put up a fight.
But, then again, so could Andy.
Author’s Note: Yay! Another update! I’m so happy, you should be too! Thank you guys so much for the awesome reviews. You have no idea how happy you’ve made me! I’ve been completely swamped with all kinds of things — homework, farm work, baby sitting, preparing for the summer... yeah. And I saw the notice of the queue being closed for a while, so I figured I'd do another update. Can't promise the next one will be as quick...but don't forget to leave a review!!!