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Morgana Wood by Everlasting Faerie Light
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.

Bollocks.

“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.”

“Here.”

“Emma Agatha.”

“Here.”

“Emerina Alixson.”

Emery.

“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!”

Shit.

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.

“Oi…oi…OI!!!”

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 NAME IS EMERY, YOU FUCKING TWAT!”

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.

Shit.

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.

“Don’t…talk…to…ME!”

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.

“Oi.”

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.

Seriously?

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.

“Who?”

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.
 


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