Chapter 2 : Beauty and Patience.
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I was downstairs in the Great Hall the next morning for breakfast. I was moaning to Jane about classes when it happened. Oliver Wood came sauntering into the Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table a little away from me with a smirk on his face as he began talking to another boy in our year, Chris Yeates.
“Here Chris, I think I’ve got a secret admirer,” Woods grinned foolishly at the boy beside him. I laughed rather loudly which caused quite a few looks. Oliver frowned. “What’s your problem, Shaw?”
I smiled sweetly at him, “Wood, who in their right mind would fancy you?” Actually a lot of people but I won’t mention that to him.
Oliver just grinned at me. “Nah, it’s true! After my prefect patrols I was in the common room trying to sleep and some one started stroking my hair, I didn’t see who it was though.”
I choked hard on my pumpkin juice which gained another few strange looks as Hollie patted me on the back. Wood eyed me strangely.
“You wouldn’t know anything about it, Shaw?” He said, smirking at me again. I hate his smirk.
I frowned. “I know nothing of this creep; in fact I bet you were imagining it. It’s kind of absurd if you think about it, like seriously, stroking your hair Wood? Couldn’t think of something better?” I prayed I didn’t sound too panicky.
Wood’s happy face dropped slightly.
Chris just laughed, “If you didn’t see their face how’d you know it’s even a girl, mate?” He chuckled.
Wood shook his head. “It has to be a girl, small and soft hands, you know?”
Oliver Wood thought my hands were soft.
“It was probably one of your rabid fan girls,” Hollie said, munching on a piece of toast.
I’d never thought of my hands as soft before, I mean, I play Quidditch.
“Why the hell were you sleeping in the common room, anyway?” Chris added.
I often got blisters on my hands from holding my broom. I was staring at them now. Maybe they were soft compared to guy’s hands. I hadn’t held a boy’s hand in a while.
“Too tired to make it to the common room.”
Come to think of it, I hadn’t had a boyfriend in a long time. Not since Trevor Harrison in fifth year. That was two years ago.
“They shouldn’t make us do prefect duties so late.”
Actually Trevor was my first boyfriend. Seventeen years old and only ever had one boyfriend. It’s quite pitiful. The relationship barely lasted two weeks anyway.
“That’s what you get for being a little goody-two shoes prefect.”
I really need to get a boyfriend this year.
“Oh shut up.”
That’s my personal goal for this year then. To get a boyfriend, he should be nice, funny, charming, good-looking…
“Emily, what the hell are you doing?”
I came out of my thoughts to see everyone looking at me. I looked down to see I had been counting reasons on my fingers. I blushed and bit my lip. I hadn’t been paying attention to the conversation at all.
“Eh, nothing,” I said, smiling nervously.
Jane sighed and just chose to ignore me, “So what class does everyone have first?” She asked.
“Potions,” I said, looking down at my time table which I had only just noticed.
“Same,” Oliver announced with out even looking at his timetable.
Hollie gave him a funny look. “How’d you know? You haven’t even lifted your timetable from the pile yet.”
Wood grinned mischievously. “I just know for a fact that I’m in all Shaw’s classes,” he said.
I gave him a pained look. “Again?” I moaned.
“Well it’s not my fault you happen to like all the same subjects as me,” he scoffed.
I could tell Oliver was trying to start a fight.
“Whatever,” I mumbled. I wasn’t in the mood. I was too tired after having to wake up at seven in the morning for the first time in a long time. Not that seven in the morning is bad. I try to get as much sleep as possible. Hollie, Jane and Leah (the other Gryffindor girl who is friends with mostly Ravenclaws as her twin sister is one) all get up at five and six in the morning to try and impress boys by doing their hair and makeup. I don’t know how they get through the day without fainting from lack of sleep.
“Come on, potions is starting in five minutes. I have it too,” Hollie said. Hollie, Oliver and I waved goodbye to Jane and Chris who had ancient runes. I was annoyed that Oliver was still with us but then we were joined by George Weasley (him and his brother Fred are the last two Gryffindors in our year) so Wood chatted to him as we made our way to potions.
We arrived just on time and Hollie and I managed to grab seats at the back of the room, and far away from Oliver Wood.
“We got good seats this year,” I whispered to Hollie.
She nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I know.”
Professor Snape glared at us, “Miss Boe and Miss Shaw, would you please shut up?”
I sighed. Today was going to be a long day.
“So who do you fancy this year, Leah?” Jane asked as she munched on a chocolate frog.
It was currently two in the morning and Hollie, Jane, Leah and I were having a sleepover type thing to catch up with each other. We were all curled up in our quilts lying in the middle of the floor with a large (but slowly decreasing) pile of chocolate and sweets between us.
Leah smiled and turned slightly red. Leah was a shy girl but the type of person everyone liked. She was genuinely a nice person and almost never did things for herself. She would talk to anyone if they were by themselves; even a Slytherin and I respected her for that.
“I dunno,” She mumbled as she unwrapped a sweet. “Rodger Davies is looking very appealing to me this year, I guess.”
Hollie gasped, “He would be so perfect for you!” She said, grinning. “I don’t know why I haven’t though of it before!” Hollie could be very much a drama queen at times. “You should ask him out, he’d definitely say yes.”
Leah blushed and shook her head violently, “He’d never like me.”
“Of course he would, Leah!” Jane said.
I agreed. “Yeah, you’re such a nice person and drop dead gorgeous too!” I said, smiling widely at her. “He’d have to be crazy not to go out with you.”
Leah was positively pink but looking rather happy. “You really think I’m gorgeous?”
Hollie, Jane and I nodded encouragingly. We weren’t lying either. Leah was beautiful. So were Hollie and Jane. And then there was me.
Leah twirled her long, curly blonde hair between her fingers, obviously flattered.
“You’re so lucky, all of you,” Jane began. “You guy’s hair so long and pretty; I can’t do anything with mine.” She tugged on her short jet black hair which came down just to her neck. Hollie frowned.
“Jane, you are bea-ut-i-ful.” Hollie said.
“You’re so classy and sophisticated. No one else can pull of that look as well as you,” Leah said.
I smiled at my three friends but inside I felt a pang of jealousy but I quickly brushed it off.
I wasn’t ugly, I just wasn’t…pretty. I was average, average in everything, looks, grades, even personality. The only thing that made me remotely special was that I was known for my Quidditch skills. Playing Quidditch hardly got guys lining up to date you. It just got them clapping you on the back and saying well done and asking if you wanted to play a game of exploding snap later. To be blunt, no one say me as a girl. I was just one of the guys.
“So Jane, how’re things going with George?”
I snapped back to the conversation to see Jane give a love sick look. I’ve got to stop daydreaming or my friends will think I’m nuts. Scratch that. They already think I’m nuts. Jane was bonkers about George Weasley, a notorious pranker. They’d been dating for two years, since fifth year. Actually she was the one who set me up with Trevor Harrison, a Ravenclaw who had been in the year above us, so that I’d come on a double date with her and George. I guess she was nervous as it was her first date.
She giggled a sweet and girly giggle and I swear I almost threw up. Jane never giggled like that.
“I really think he’s the one,” She said, looking into the air dreamily. I made a barfing noise and she snapped back to reality. She stuck her tongue out cheekily at me.
“Just cause’ you don’t have a love life, Ems, doesn’t mean you can make fun of mine.” She said, hitting me with her pillow playfully.
I frowned and returned the hit. “For your information I wouldn’t mind getting a boyfriend this year!”
All three girls stared at me. Oh shit.
“What?” Hollie and Leah said simultaneously.
I thought carefully before saying slowly and nervously, as if I was unsure, “I want a boyfriend.”
Hollie stood up suddenly and cupped her hands around her mouth. “Here this everyone, Emily Shaw wants a boyfriend!” She yelled as Jane and Leah clapped. Every single one of them was grinning quite a loopy grin.
I looked horrified at Hollie and grabbed her, pulling her down. “Shut the hell up! What if someone heard you?” I said, panicking. I’d never hear the end of it from Fred George, Chris or Wood if they heard that little announcement. They’d probably laugh in my face.
Hollie laughed and shook her head. “It’s two in the morning. No one heard me.”
I looked unsurely at her but shook it off.
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll never get a boyfriend now, I’ve left it too long and now I know most guys in our year well enough that it’d be weird going out with them.” I sighed.
“Well you can’t get a boyfriend looking like that,” Hollie pointed at me sternly, “No offence.” She added quickly and hastily.
I frowned. “What’s wrong with the way I look?” I knew very well what was wrong with the way I looked.
“Well…” Hollie began.
“Your hair’s always tied up,” Leah continued.
“And it’s a bit of a bird’s nest pony tail,” Hollie said.
“Your clothes are always baggy, wear some clothes that fit.” Jane added.
“You don’t wear much make up, if any.” Hollie nodded.
“And you’re too obsessed with Quidditch to care about any of it.” Jane ended.
I pouted slightly. There was a small silence.
“Well I can’t do anything about it; people would stare if I came down a new person.” I regretted those words instantly.
“Let us make you over!” Hollie grinned devilishly.
My face dropped.
“No way, just no way! Not in a million and one billion trillion years! Never! You three will never, I repeat never give me a makeover.”
I don’t know what time it was when I was pulled violently out of bed by my ‘friends’. I’m guessing it was somewhere around five in the bloody morning. I immediately screamed but I felt a small hand clamp over my mouth which was no doubted-ly Jane’s who must have owned the smallest hands in the wizarding community. No joke. I panicked and bit down on the hand instinctively which led the perpetrator to let out a small yelp. Definitely Jane. I felt the hand let go of my mouth and I turned around, glaring at the three girls in the dark.
“What the hell are you doing?” I whispered angrily, extremely annoyed to be woken from my precious sleep after staying up late last night till around three in the morning.
“We are giving you a makeover.” I heard Leah’s voice come from my right.
“I told you bloody no!” I said.
“And since when have we ever listened to you.” This was Hollie. Even thought it was dark I could just imagine her face. Head cocked to one side, grinning mischievously with one brow raised.
I glared. “Well it’s not fucking happening.” I was really angry.
“We didn’t expect you to come easily.” Jane. “You’re the most stubborn person I know.”
I looked over to my bedside table for my wand. Jane noticed.
“Don’t even think about it.” She said, pointing her wand in my face and eyeing me carefully. Damn her keen eyes.
I mumbled curses under my breath but finally relaxed, realising there was no way I could get out of this one.
“Just hurry up with it, maybe if you finish fast I can get back to sleep before breakfast starts.”
Hollie smiled. “Oh there’ll be no time for that. Beauty takes patience, my love.”
I scoffed. “Yes, but it just so happens I have neither.”
There’s chapter two. Emily’s getting a make over :) Hope you enjoy it. Not much in this chapter.
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