I AM SOOO SORRY!!! pleeaseee forgive me!!!! pleeeeaasse!! i am sorry, i have been a useless author!! i hope this doesntt ruin my chances of becoming a trusted author!! it's been a month, but i am seriously really sorry!! i... i just lost it you know? there was no urge to write and stuff. but i eventually got it back! :) well here it is! the one you've all been waiting for!! THE BALL! i hope i did it justice though :s
i hope you enjoy it! and please review! please? :) if your mind just decided that you will :) then thanx soo much!
Oh God. I feel so nauseous right now. Don’t puke, Lily, do not puke.
It is seven o’ clock on Wednesday night and in just 30 minutes we will be heading off to Potter Manor. Tami and I are sitting on my bed and Sirius is in his room, probably fluffing his hair (he fell in love with my hairdryer).
Just in case you’re wondering, my parents do know that I will be spending three days at a house full of boys. You would think they would be just a tad concerned about this, but being the totally why-can’t-you-be strict-when-I-need-you-to-be parents they are, they seem to be happy I am socializing more. Little do they know I am being led to my doom.
“Oh God. Lily, maybe this was a bad idea,” Tami said feverishly.
I turned to look slowly at Tami.
I just spent over two thousand dollars on this ball!! My five dresses (two hundred pounds! Each! One was Chanel so it cost 800 pounds!), Sirius’ two suits (he doesn’t have any muggle money so we both nicely bought suits for Sirius for one hundred and fifty pounds each. Don’t worry. He’ll pay us back at Hogwarts. At least, he’d better…), the makeup, the shoes and the damn accessories! You could tell it was taking all of my dad’s strength not to pass out when we came back later at midnight looking like we just bought everything but the store. I had to promise him I wouldn’t use the credit card till next year. All for a stupid ball I don’t even want to go to!
“Tami, you’d better pull yourself together,” I snapped, jumping off the bed. “Do you know how much stress we’ve been through?! You and Sirius! This is all your fault!! Now in 30 minutes, we are headed off to POTTER’S house where we will stay for three days, with different types of obviously beautiful girls and all the Marauders! And, oh! We’re also going undercover so that all the 72 hours we will be there, Potter cannot once see our faces!” I was almost hyperventilating now.
“Hey, don’t yell at me,” Tami cried tearfully. “I'm sorry, okay? But it’s done. We are going. So instead of fighting, we might as well make sure we have everything we need.”
I sighed tiredly and ran a hand through my limp hair. She has a point. No point crying over spilt milk. I grabbed my suitcase and opened it.
“Dresses?” Tami asked.
“Check.” I answered dully.
“Shampoo and toiletries?”
“Check and check.”
“Check.” What? I am Muggleborn after all.
“Check.” I finished. “Are we to wear our dresses there?”
Tami’s eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t know. I’ll go ask Black.” She jumped up and ran out the room, blue sundress billowing after her.
I flopped back unto my bed. Okay. This is it. Take deep full breaths. It’s going to be fine. You're wearing a mask! All you need to do is avoid him throughout the whole dance! And the house is obviously huge. It would be easy to avoid him during the day. It will all be fine.
Tami burst in and began rummaging through her stuff. “Boy, are we gonna be late!” she said frantically. We have to be dressedto get in the ball. I don’t think it’s possible for both of us to get ready in 30 minutes. Maybe an hour or something, depending on the mood our hair is in.”
I groaned. Great. Just great. We’re gonna be over an hour late. What a good way to NOT get attention.
Finally, after an hour and twenty minutes, we were ready, and we stood in front of the mirror for inspection.
I was wearing a snow white strapless dress that stopped just above my knees, with a turquoise blue sash tied around my waist. I paired the dress with a pair of turquoise high heeled sandals, small hoop earrings, and a medallion. And it had taken ages but I got my hair into a fancy updo with side swept bangs and tendrils surrounding my face. Yeah. I did look good.
Tami looked almost exactly like me except her sash and accessories were gray and her hair was straightened so it reached just below her shoulders.
We had finished it off with white masks. And I'm not talking about extravagant masks with feathers and the works. Just simple but efficient masks, Robin style! You know, Robin from Batman? I love him! Some people say he’s completely useless, but to be frank, he isn’t that useless…
Tami let out a sigh of relief. “Phew! We’re ready. Let’s go before Sirius chops our heads off.”
“Agreed,” I said and looked around. “Hey. Where are our suitcases?” I asked, confused.
“Sirius sent it to Potter’s house already,” Tami answered quickly. “Hurry, Lily, we’re 50 minutes late!”
“Fine, fine, let’s go” I grumbled.
You have no idea how hard it is to run in a pair of four inch high heels… well, maybe you do, but if you don’t, it is pur-reety darn hard. Especially when you’re running down stairs.
Sirius was pacing at the bottom of the stairs, looking ready to punch someone in the face.
“Oh Merlin! Finally!! Why the hell does it take you girls so freaking long to dress up for a bloody ball you don’t even want to go to??!”
“Language, Sirius!!” I heard my mum yell from upstairs.
“Sorry, Marie!” he yelled back then turned to us as we stepped down the last step. “Why the hell –“
He paused, eyed us, and then burst into laughter. “This is going to be hilarious!” he spluttered, doubled over.
“What?” I asked distractedly, walking quickly to the open window. It was dark outside, obviously. A few stars twinkled happily down at me. Sigh. What I would give to be a star. They certainly look happy.
I turned back to Sirius.
He laughed even harder. “James! He’s going to have a heart attack! Haha!”
I ignored the comment. “Look,” I said urgently. “We have to get of here now!”
“Why?” he chuckled. “We’re already an hour late.”
I pushed him and Tami quickly towards the door. “Because my parents –“
“Lily!!! Don’t forget pictures!” my mum yelled, running downstairs and waving a digital camera wildly in the air.
After an excruciating ten minutes of posing and smiling, we were finally ready.
“Oh God,” I muttered as we walked across the wet lawn (my dad is a sprinkler fanatic.) “We haven’t even gotten there and I already have a headache.”
It was a windy night. Thank God, not enough to destroy my hairdo but cool enough to calm me down. We walked behind the barn, to the spot where we would be Disapparating (passed Apparating test first try, baby!).
“Are you ready?” Tami asked me nervously.
“Hell no,” I breathed.
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Come on! It’s just a ball.”
We gave him scathing looks. “Let’s just go. I won’t get any more ready than this.” I sighed.
Sirius nodded. “Okay. On the count of three. One… two… three!”
I turned on my heel (I know! I thought it was impossible in heels too! It’s not!) and felt myself falling into nothingness. Potter Manor. Potter Manor. Potter Manor, I thought furiously.
I felt myself stumble across what felt like grass and opened my eyes.
“Oh sweet Jesus!!” I heard Tami whisper beside me.
Sweet Jesus is right. I was looking at a hugeeee house that was almost one-third of Hogwarts in size. And that’s saying something, I can tell you that. It had so many windows that were ablaze with light and I could hear the soft music coming from it. The whole of the grounds were filled with flowers and chairs under fluorescent lights for people who wanted to cool down and it was really… really beautiful.
“Here we are,” Sirius said happily, looking around. “Let’s go quick. I want to see the Marauders.”
He dragged us (heels?!) across the lawn to the (huge) doors where a threatening looking, buff, dark skinned guy was standing beside.
“Name?” he asked, without looking up from his guest list. At least, I'm guessing it was a guest list.
“It’s me, Trey!” Sirius cried.
Trey’s head snapped up. “Sirius, my man! What you been up to?!”
Tami and I watched in wonder in as they performed an entertaining handshake.
“I'm good.” Sirius grinned. “I brought some guests.”
Trey looked us.
“Hi there!” he said. “And who are these beautiful ladies?”
“Hi!” I answered, sticking out my hand. “I’m Lil – HOLY SHEEZ!”
I felt tears fill up in my eyes as a sharp, searing pain shot through my foot. Tami just stomped on my foot! Did I mention I am wearing heels??!!
“Nice to meet you Liloly Sheez,” Trey said politely.
Tami and I exchanged furious looks and turned back to Trey.
“Her name is Nicki.” Tami said sweetly. “And I'm Desiree.”
Ooohh! Now I get it! I was about to give away our identities. Well, as you can see, this is really going off at bad start.
Trey smiled at us. “Welcome, Nicki. Desiree.”
We beamed at him. “Thank you!”
Sirius, who had been signaling wildly to us from beside Trey to tell us to shut up, coughed.
“Well, nice to see you, Trey, but I must go find Prongsie. Bye!”
He grabbed our hands and dragged (why does he keep forgetting I am wearing heels?!) us inside the house.
I gasped. The outside of the house was beautiful, but it had nothing on the inside. It was sooo posh, with all the lights and the décor. The doors had led straight to the ballroom and now we were standing like idiots in the middle of the doorway. I'm guessing we’d missed the dancing part because everyone was just mingling and socializing.
Immediately as we walked in, I knew Tami had been right. Everyone was wearing robe-like dresses. Well, except for the boys of course. People were totally staring at us.
You might be getting me wrong. This is mortifying! Absolutely terrible! For one thing, I don’t like people staring at me. It makes me more self conscious. Secondly, what if Potter sees us with Sirius??
No. That can NOT happen. I grabbed Tami’s hand and gave Sirius a last warning glance. He grinned and gave us a thumbs up, then Tami and I walked over to the drinks.
How am I feeling? I’ll tell you how I'm feeling. I am terrified! Sirius is not here anymore to guide us. We are all alone in this huge house (for three days), and we could bump into Potter any second. Oh wait. I'm wearing a mask. Okay good. Deep breaths, deep breaths.
“What exactly is our game plan, Tami?”I asked, feverishly leaning against the table.
Tami wiped her forehead. “Uh. Okay, we get through this night’s dance, find out exactly what we are meant to do for the other two days, do it, while avoiding Potter, mind you, then go back to your house. Simple.”
Oh sure. Real simple.
I gave her a look of hatred and turned to face the hall. Everyone was still mingling.
“Come on, Tami, let’s go find a place to sit.”
After struggling through a throng of people, we found some seats at the back of the hall and collapsed into it.
After a few minutes, we began to relax. The place was so huge we hadn’t seen the Marauders at all, people had finally stopped staring at us and I was actually beginning to have fun talking with Tami like normal.
That is, until the music stopped.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!” a voice boomed. I looked around and found the source of the noise.
A handsome man was standing on a little mini stage at the front of the hall. He had jet black messy hair, and was very obviously Potter’s dad. Beside him was a very pretty redheaded woman. Well, her hair wasn’t exactly red, like mine, though; it was more of a copperish color. They were both beaming at the crowd.
“I hope you’re having fun,” Mr. Potter boomed.
There was a roar of approval from the crowd. Well, I'm glad you're not sweating through your hair like me.
He grinned. “Now I know you all want to dance (they haven’t yet? Dang it.) so after these few announcements you can all get your groove on!”
I choked on my spit as the hall groaned. Oh this is gold!! Horrible for Potter but excellent for me! Even Mrs. Potter groaned.
Mr. Potter grimaced. “Forgive my little faux pas. Back to the point. As you all know, this is the Annual Miss Teen Witch Competition.”
“During the one week all twenty four girls are here-“
One week??! Am I having some sort of crazy dream here?
“- you will participate in a series of activities that will enable the judges to pick out their Miss Teen at the end of the week. On the third, fifth and seventh night, there will be a ball for the purpose of entertainment in which guests will attend. At the end of this particular ball, the girls will be accompanied to their individual bedrooms by our wonderful servants, where they will find their luggage. You will find instructions for tomorrow under your pillow. If you have any questions, you can ask the judges in due time. And now. Let me introduce, OUR FOUR JUDGES!!”
The room exploded with cheers as four boys walked onto the stage, grinning; my heart sank slowly to my knees. I’m guessing you already know who the judges are. If you don’t, let me give you the heartbreaking news. Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and James Potter.
I pinched myself twice. Ok. So that pain… definitely awake.
I bet some people were thinking I was an idiot. I mean, there I was, standing with my jaw hanging open and my face turning as red as my hair out of anger. What was I meant to do?! Sirius had duped me!! Again!!!
Just look at him. Grinning up there and winking at girls like an idiot. When I get my hands on him…
And that idiot Potter. Just seeing his grinning face up there makes me want to rip his head off his body. You can just tell all the girls want to jump him right there. Ggrrrrr … I hate him so much. James Potter. Hottest guy in school, according to his fan club, at least. Yeah, he has a fan club too. Pfft. I would rather eat my own foot than admit he’s even passable as a relatively good looking person. Jerk.
He performed the Sonorus charm and spoke. “Welcome, ladies! My name is James Potter and these are my fellow judges. Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin. We look forward to spending the week with you!”
The cheers broke out again as they walked off the stage. Mr. Potter spoke up again.
“Now that we’re all clear, let the ball begin!”
The lights dimmed, and a band that looked scarily like the Weird Sisters jumped on to the stage and began to play a loud, rock type of song. The crowd cheered madly and people everywhere started pairing up and dancing wildly to the beat. Well, have fun. Meanwhile, I am going to kill Tami, because I cannot kill Sirius.
I turned furiously to Tami.
“What the bloody hell is Black playing at?” Tami turned to me, fuming. She had to yell ‘cause the music was so loud.
“Huh?” I said stupidly. “You didn’t know about this?”
“No,” she fumed. “I am going to kill him! We were meant to be in this against you! Not him against me!”
I glared at her. “Look. I'm ready to kill him too.” I yelled. “There’s no way in hell I am staying for this. Let’s go find him. And after that, we get out of here as fast as we can.”
We shook hands to close the deal, and marched off angrily to find Sirius.
After a few minutes of shoving and snapping at over excited people, we found him chatting up a girl by a glass water fountain.
“Sirius Black, you bastard!” Tami cried as we marched up to him, heels clicking menacingly in our wake.
Sirius’ head snapped to us and his expression changed from curiosity to fear quickly.
Luckily, the music was loud enough to prevent everyone from hearing us, but a few people were still giving us strange stares.
“What the HELL are you playing at?” I yelled.
“Er, I’ll just go.” The girl said hastily and walked away quickly.
Aww. She seems nice.
“Okay. I – I know you're pissed – I know you're pissed…” he said, as he dodged every blow we aimed at him.
“No!” Tami yelled as she aimed another blow. “We’re practically GIDDY with excitement!
“Wait!” Sirius yelled.
“Thank you,” Sirius said, surprised. “I’m sorry for lying to you but it was the only way I could get you here! You’re going to have a wonderful time here, I promise! If you have any problem, just come and meet me, and I’ll do what I can! Just have fun. I have to go. You know, judge duties. See you later! Oh and by the way, you can’t leave because I put a spell on you that prevents you from leaving. Okay, bye!” He rambled, and then rushed off.
We stared dumbly after him. After a few seconds of mouth gaping, I spoke. “Tami, we’re screwed.”
She moaned and sat heavily on the edge of the fountain. I sat next to her and put my hands in my head tiredly.
“Excuse me, would you like to dance?” a voice came.
I raised my head up, smiling. Maybe dancing would distract me from this mess.
And I felt the smile freeze on my lips.
James Potter was smiling down at me, holding out a hand.
I was getting ready to stand up and slap him in the face when I felt Tami gently nudge me. Okay, so I couldn’t slap him. I had to be as nice as possible to him… well, as nice as I could get anyway. But I wasn’t going to dance with him!
I inwardly glared at him. If I was my old self, he wouldn’t ask me to dance. Stupid, superficial asshole. But this was his house. I might as well try my best.
I smiled sympathetically up at him. “Er… actually my friend here – “
Tami cut in quickly. “- Is actually going to use the toilet. Have fun, Nicki.” She put emphasis on the Nicki and walked away quickly.
Damn Tami. Damn her to the highest levels of hell. Or the lowest. Whichever is least preferable.
Hmm… Nicki. Shouldn’t be too hard to remember. Great. Now I have an alter ego.
Ok Nicki. Let’s do this.
I smiled up at him, grimacing inside. “Sure.”
I took his hand.
One word. Ew. Not that there’s anything wrong with his hand. Except for the fact that it’s attached to the body of James Potter.
He smiled and pulled me gently to the dance floor.
As though determined to ruin my mental health, the band started playing a slow song as soon as I stepped onto the dance floor. Honestly, if there was a gun anywhere near here, I would shoot myself. But quite unfortunately, there is none.
He put an arm around my waist, entwined his fingers in mine, and started moving slowly. Surprisingly, he was a very good dancer. Actually, not surprisingly. He’s good at everything. Grrrr…
“So,” he grinned down at me. “I’m James Potter.”
You see the way he just expects me to fall at his feet just because “he’s James Potter”?
“Okkkaaayy,” I answered slowly, unimpressed. “”And I'm Nicki Simmons.”
His eyes flickered in confusion.
But then he grinned again. “So tell me. Did it hurt?”
“Did what hurt?” I asked confused.
He twirled me around.
“When you fell from heaven?” he purred.
Did it hurt when I knocked out your buck ass teeth for being lame? I thought exasperatedly.
“Oh puh-lease.” I rolled my eyes. “That has got to be the oldest one in the book.”
I'm doing pretty well, don’t you think? I mean, I haven’t punched him or anything… yet.
He stared at me, and then laughed. Really loud.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, inwardly irritated.
He wiped his eyes. “Fine. Lemme try again. Ready?”
“I'm gonna be brutal.” I shook my head. “I don’t like cheesy pick up lines.”
“I’ll take my chances,” he smiled. “Here it goes.”
“Go ahead. Your funeral.” I rolled my eyes.
There wasn’t a single pick up line I hadn’t heard from Sirius. Who knew it would ever come in handy?
“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put U and I together,” he smirked.
Ha! Easy one. “If I could rewrite the alphabet, I would put F and U together.”
His smirk faltered.
“What’s wrong?” I smirked.
He shook his head. “It’s just… something’s wrong with my eyes… I just can’t take them off you!”
“I can take them off if you want,” I said innocently.
He tried again. “I want to give myself to you.”
“Sorry,” I apologized. “I don’t accept cheap gifts.”
He grimaced. It was getting past pick up lines now.“Do you have a Band Aid? ‘Cause I just scraped my knee falling for you.”
“You’re gonna need a Band Aid when I punch you in the face.”
“Girl, you’ve got to be tired, ‘cause you’ve been running through my mind all day.”
“I was looking for that thing you call a brain.”
“How bout you and I hitting the hot spots?”
“Sorry, I don’t date outside my species.”
“Your place or mine?”
“You go to yours, I’ll go to mine.”
“If I could see you naked, I’d die happy.”
“Yeah, but if I could see you naked, I’d probably die laughing.”
He stared at me in wonder.
I smiled innocently at him. Now I don’t know about you, but I feel much better after that bout of insults. Much, much better.
“What’s with the mask anyway?” he asked curiously.
“Ah,” I looked away and scanned the room for Tami. Where was she??! “I like to maintain an aura of mystery.” I joked, turning back to face him and meeting his eyes.
“Wow.” He murmured. “You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.”
If that was from anyone… anyone but him, that would actually be really sweet. But since it is from him, I rather feel like puking.
“Thank you,” I said politely, holding back my lunch.
“So how did you get in the competition?” he asked as he spun me around.
“Actually,” I answered truthfully. “I was brought here against my will. I’d rather be anywhere but here, and I'm not a Miss Teen or whatever it’s called. I am so mad at Sirius right now-“
I stopped and mentally kicked myself.
“You know Sirius?” he asked surprised.
Damn. Actually, it’s already too late. Potter has already seen me. The only problem now is if he should find out who I am. I just have to keep away from him and not reveal too much about myself.
“Well, this has been… fun, but I really must dash. Buh-bye!”
I snatched my hand away from his and walked through the crowd quickly without even letting the song end.
“Li – Nicki!”
I heard Tami’s voice and whirled round. She was standing behind me looking really excited.
“So how’d it go?” she asked excitedly.
“Actually,” I answered nonchalantly. “I was just about to go and boil my hands. Would you like to accompany me?”
I turned my back on her and folded my arms angrily just as the stupid band started a fast song again. Whatever happened to together through thick and thin? And this was definitely a thin situation. Or a thick situation, I don’t really care. Whichever one is bad. She’s meant to stick by me!
“Aw, come on.” She bounced in front of me. “I hear he’s an uuhh-mazing dancer.”
“Well. I couldn’t really focus on the dancing, you know? I was too busy trying not to smack him into next week! You should have heard the absolutely styuuupid and irritating pick up lines he tried on me! ” I fumed.
Tami rolled her eyes. “You're just exaggerating. It couldn’t have been that bad.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Get away from me.”
She pouted. “Fine then. I won’t tell you about how a house elf showed me where the game room is!”
As much as I wanted to make Tami suffer, I couldn’t help but brighten up at the word game room. Damn, was this house so huge it had a game room?! Well, I'm not really surprised. It is a manor, after all.
“So is that a yes?” Tami grinned.
“Fine then,” I snapped. “We can’t go now ‘cause of this stupid ball. So at midnight, we go.”
“Cool.” She smiled.
I stepped back, and felt myself knock something over. I heard a scream and whirled round. I had knocked a girl’s cup over and punch had spilt all over her white robes. And she was yelling like I just knocked her head off.
“You bitch!” she yelled at me. Just at that moment, the music decided to stop. I know. I hate the band too. “You ruined my dress!” she continued.
Tami snorted. “They’re robes, not a dress.”
“Shut up!” Ms-I’m-so-stupid-that-I-forgot-I'm-a-witch-that-can-clean-this-up-with-a-flick-of-my-wand yelled at Tami. “You!” she pointed at me. “What do you have to say about this?!”
“It’s just a dress, chill out,” I said, irritated. Ok, I for one know that dresses are not just dresses. Mine cost me a small fortune, remember? But she really doesn’t need to know that.
Tami snorted again.
“You think this is funny?!” the girl yelled at her.
I had to admit, the situation actually was really funny. I mean, three girls in a showdown, one snorting every few seconds, one (me) looking irritated and slightly disgusted, one in a once beautiful dress ‘cough’robes‘cough’ that now had a red front, and everyone else in the huge hall was watching three of them.
“Actually,” I grinned. “It’s hilarious. Your dress-“
“Robes.” Tami coughed.
“-looks much better that way.” I smirked.
Some people in the crowd snickered. I glanced at the stage and saw Mr. and Mrs. Potter looking slightly nervous. They should. I'm about to sock this girl.
The girl scoffed. “At least I got a dress. What do you two think you’re wearing? You might think you look like individuals but you just look like a pair of confused strangers.”
“I would really like to get angry at you today,” I smiled at her. “But it’s Be Kind to Animals Week. So yeah…”
Very luckily, most of the people in the crowd were still teens, so they still found stuff like this immensely funny. People left and right were cracking up. It was starting to feel like Hogwarts. You know, when there’s a fight and everyone is chanting, “Fight, fight.” They were forming a circle around us, obviously ready to watch an insult fest.
The girl scoffed. “I know you're trying to insult me, but I know you like me... I can see your tail wagging.” She cooed.
The crowd “OOOhhhhhh!!”ed.
Dang. That was a good comeback. Okay. This might be harder than I thought.
She eyed me up and down and sniffed. “You look terrible by the way.”
I glared. “Well, when I walked in and saw you, I thought you looked fantastic.”
She stared at me. “Really?”
“Yeah,” I smiled. “Desiree ate some bad catfish shortly before, so we decided to use your face to induce vomiting. It was like BAM! Insta-puke!”
The crowd went wild. Really wild. The boys were all high fiving each other and handing out bets and yelling. The girls were giggling and laughing. A few were giving me glares though. Probably this bitch’s friends.
I could tell the fight was going to end soon though. Mr. Potter was whispering to someone. Probably to come and break it off.
She gasped at me. “ Bitch.”
“Skank,” I snapped.
“Whore.” She glared.
“Cheap twat,” I shot back.
“Slut!” she yelled.
Finally, I felt someone drag me back. The crowd was cheering but I didn’t really care. That bitch called me a slut! I know it’s basically the same thing as a whore but it sounds much worse, you know?
As the person dragged me away, I looked at the girl. She was being pulled back by some other dude. She looked at me and yelled, “If I said something that offended you, it was completely intentional.”
I scoffed and yelled back. “Oh don’t worry about that. I'm just happy you’re finally stringing your words into sentences.”
I heard a deep chuckle and looked up.
“Nice of you to join me, Sirius,” I said dryly.
Sirius laughed quietly. “Shut up, Lily. I'm meant to be taking you to your room. Your night has been called over by Mr. Potter.”
“Whoopee,” I said and folded my arms as he pushed me out of the hall.
Sirius laughed again. “I knew bringing you here would be interesting. Every year it’s always so boring with all these uptight girls who just wanna win”
“I thought I was uptight?” I asked.
“I just said that to get you here,” he said simply.
I sighed and let him push me down a lighted up hallway with a splendid carpet.
“I hate you, Sirius.” I sighed.
He laughed again. Then I heard footsteps behind us.
“Nicki, that was awesome!!”
I whirled round grinning. Tami ran up to us and gave me a huge hug.
I laughed and stepped back. “I know. And we got to leave the ball!”
“Brilliant!” Tami squealed.
Sirius shook his head. “You guys are so weird.”
“Just take us to our rooms,” I said.
After a lot of twists and turns, we reached a door.
“Are you ready?” Sirius said excitedly.
“Just open the stupid door,” Tami said tiredly.
He opened the door and we stepped in. We were standing on the ground floor of a huge hall-like room and I'm talking huge, like I could fit my house inside it, huge. The ceiling (had a chandelier hanging from it) was as high as the one in Hogwarts and there were four floors, each with an indoor balcony that you could stand on and look over the entire hall. On every floor, there were stairs swirling down to the ground. And there about twenty doors on every floor that I'm guessing were leading to bedrooms. On a normal day, I would have been really impressed. But today, I was just irritated at all the extravagance. It just meant climbing steps for me. And I'm wearing heels too.
“Third floor. Room 46 for Tami. 47 for Lily.” Sirius said, still grinning. “I have to go talk to the ladies. Wake up early tomorrow and come down to breakfast so we can tell you what activity you’re doing tomorrow. Okay?”
“Bye.” We said grumpily.
“Behave,” he warned, and walked out.
We sighed again and walked up three flights of stairs, then found our rooms.
“By the way, forget the game room,” I said to Tami tiredly. “I’m way too exhausted. We’ll go tomorrow, kay?”
“Sure,” Tami yawned. “I'm beat too. G’night.”
I walked into my room and shut the door. The room was just as grand as the rest of the house. All posh and nice. In fact it was more of a small suite. A huge bed, a private bathroom, bedside table, a dresser, a closet were all my clothes already were, a rug, a window with curtains drawn, and ceiling lights.
I kicked my dress off and hung it gingerly in the closet. Then I grabbed a pair of pale pink shorts and a white t-shirt, threw it on, grabbed my teddy bear, Mr. Cuddles and jumped on the bed and fell asleep.
I woke up groggily and groaned, remembering last night. What am I doing in a Miss Teen competition?! I don’t even know what they do here! And I'm betting my left buttocks Tami doesn’t either. So what now? Breakfast? What… what do they even wear to their breakfasts? Aren’t I supposed to be myself or something stupid like that?
I sighed and threw on my fluffy pink terry robe and my bunny slippers. Then with Mr. Cuddles, I walked out the door.
This time, I was completely impressed. The house was huge! My gosh. I looked over the hall admiringly, then knocked on Tami’s door.
“Lily?” Tami’s muffled voice came through the door. “Come in.”
I shuffled in with my bunny slippers. Ha! She was in a terry robe too! And bunny slippers! I tell you, me and Tami have this psychic telepathic thing going on! The only difference is that hers is sky blue.
“Yeah,” we grinned at each other, nodding. “Terry robes, you know it!”
“Come on,” I wiped my eye. “Let’s go to the breakfast thing.”
“If we can find it,” Tami said worriedly. “Do you have any idea where it is?”
“Oh puh-lease,” I rolled my eyes. “How big can this place be?”
Turns out the place is huge, because we ended up getting lost.
“Great,” Tami said, slumping against the wall. “Now we starve.”
“Don’t say that,” I said nervously, feeling up the wall. There had to be a way to get out of the there.
We were in a hallway… with a dead end. And every time we tried to walk the other way, we ended up walking into a wall and looking back to see the hall leading out from behind. It was like the wall kept appearing and disappearing in front of us. Really frustrating.
“Is this really necessary?” Tami asked, irritated. “Why don’t they just have a normal house? Even Hogwarts isn’t this irritating.”
I moaned as I walked into the wall again. I bet you’re wondering why we don’t just use our wands. Well, I'm muggleborn, and I still have to remember I have muggle parents. So I like to keep my magic life purely at Hogwarts. At least, until I leave Hogwarts. That’s why I hardly ever use my wand at home. The last time I used it was to Apparate here. And I'm so used to not using the wand that I left it in my room/suite. Tami? She had her wand. We just don’t know how to get out of here, with magic. So yeah. We’re stuck.
“Hold up,” Tami murmured. “Millie?!” she said loudly.
A loud crack. Then there was a house elf that I'm guessing was female, standing in the middle of the hallway, looking confused. But then her face brightened up when she saw Tami.
“Mistress Tamantha!” she said happily.
“Hi Millie,” Tami said, relieved. “I’ve told you, it’s Tami.”
I stood patiently, waiting for an explanation.
“Lily, Millie. Millie, Lily. Lily this is one of the super cool house elves that showed me the game room.” Tami introduced.
“Hi, Millie.” I smiled.
Millie bowed. “It is an honor to meet you, Mistress Lily.”
I giggled. “Mistress Lily” sounded so wrong.
“So umm, Millie.” Tami said. “We’re kinda stuck in here.”
Millie looked around and her smile fell.
“I am sorry. There is nothing Millie can do for the mistresses. This is the Hallway of Villains.”
“What does that mean?” Tami asked curiously.
I rolled my eyes. “A hallway for evil people? Duh.”
“Yeah but how do we get out of here?” she stuck her tongue out at me.
“You cannot.” Millie said, shaking her head. “This hallway is above the whole manor, frequently used in the past to catch thieves who tried to steal from the manor. Therefore, you must be escorted out by a Potter to –“
“You have GOT to be kidding me,” I said loudly.
Millie looked up at me curiously.
“Well, can you help us get Mr. Potter? Or Mrs. Potter?” Tami asked quickly.
Millie smiled. “Master and Mistress are very busy people. They have left on a mission. Master James and his very good friends have been put in charge.”
It was my turn to slump down the wall. The whole plan is ruined. He’s going to see me. And even if I lied, which I already did, he would find out in Hogwarts, anyway.
“Ok well then, could you get them for us please?” I heard Tami ask desperately.
My head snapped up. But it was too late. Millie had already gone.
*bites fingernails nervously* i hope i did it justice... chappie 7 coming up shortly!!! actually let me be honest, it might be a while. i havent even STARTED writing it. but ill hurry it up :) bcuz i owe it to you guys:)