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Missing by Courtney Dark
Chapter 5 : Tori
Rating: MatureChapter Reviews: 15

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One year ago

“Hey! It’s the new girl! Tori! TORI! Over here!”

The source of the noise was immediately evident. Fred was standing in the crowd of students waiting in front of the transfiguration class. James, and a couple of other boys were with him.

Tori, on seeing James, felt her heart immediately begin to pound.

The other sixth years waiting for the transfiguration teacher to arrive all turned to stare at her, and Tori felt something she had never felt before: exposed.

Could they tell what she and James had done last night? Did they know?

Tori tossed her head, smiled at Fred and walked confidently over to him, pushing her way through the crowd.

She would not let anyone, most especially James, realise how awkward she felt. She was Tori Heron, queen bee, the girl the boys wanted to be with and the girls all wanted to be.

Fred pulled Tori into a hug. “Where did you disappear off to last night, eh?” he asked, still grinning. “The party was no fun without you!”

Tori fluttered her eyelashes at him. “My secret,” she said.

While still smiling at Fred, she turned to look at James. To her annoyance, he was talking to the burly guy next to him, completely ignoring Tori. Tori felt immediately pissed off. How dare he ignore her!

After what they’d done last night.

Nobody, not ever, ignored Tori Heron.

She put her arm around Fred, and nudged her hip against his. Then she smiled in James' direction. “I’m afraid I can’t remember your names,” she said, putting on a sweet, innocent voice.

The voice that got her whatever she wanted.

“It was…Jim, wasn’t it?” she asked, looking at James.

He just grinned at her. “Yep, that’s it,” he said, and Fred chuckled.

Tori felt a flare of rage. Did he think this was some kind of joke? That she was just some random hook up? She was not a pathetic fan girl. She always got what she wanted, and if she wanted James Potter, she would get him.

Tori turned her attention to the boy James had just been talking to you. “You were at the party last night, weren’t you,” she stated, though in all honesty, she couldn’t remember the boy at all. He was reasonably good looking, and very muscular, but nowhere near as fit as James or Fred.

He was a bit dorky looking, too.

“Sure was,” said the boy. He looked at Tori, and then let out a loud laugh, that made everyone in the transfiguration corridor look around. “You have no idea who I am, do you?” he said.

Tori flicked her perfect hair over her shoulders.  She’d done it especially nicely today, so that James would notice. Not that it mattered now.

“Of course I remember you!” she said.

“What’s my name then?”

Tori froze. Shit. He’d got her there. She decided she didn’t like this boy very much. Not if he was going to make a fool out of her.

The boy smiled warmly. “It’s okay, I’m only teasing. I’m Mickey.”

Tori was saved replying, as the door to the transfiguration class swung open at that moment, revealing a tall, skinny man with blonde hair and an upturned nose. He looked around at them all with distaste. “Well, what are you all waiting for?” he asked. “Hurry up and get to your seats.”

The sixth years all entered the transfiguration classroom. The desks were in groups of twos.

Tori grabbed Fred’s arm. “Sit with me,” she said.

Fred grinned at her. “You got it, new girl.”

Fred and Tori sat at the back of the class - James and Mickey were at the desk to the left of them. Tori glance over to see if James was looking at her and Fred, but he was laughing about something Mickey had just said. Her resentment of Mickey grew. How dare he steal James’ attention from her!

“Attention at the front please, class,” said the Transfiguration teacher. He had an arrogant, sneering sort of voice. It sounded like he thought he was better than anyone else.

Tori hated people like that.

“What’s the teacher’s name?” Tori whispered to Fred.

“Professor Smith. Head of Hufflepuff. Everybody hates him, he’s a right git.”

Tori frowned. “I thought Hufflepuffs were meant to be a load of duffers.”

Fred snorted. “So they say. I reckon this guy got sorted into the wrong house.”

“MR WEASLEY!” said Professor Smith loudly, and Fred smiled at Smith politely.

“Can I help you sir?” he asked.

Smith frowned irritably. “Can you explain to the class what we will be doing today, Mr Weasley?”

Fred looked bewildered. “Er…”

Tori saw him glance over at James who seemed to be mouthing ‘turning rats into keys.’

Fred frowned. “Er…”

Smith clapped his hands together impatiently. “Hurry up, Mr Weasley!” he said. “We don’t have all day!”

Fred looked urgently at James again, who was trying to make his mouthed words clearer. “Er…churning vats of cheese?” he said uncertainly, and Tori saw James smack his forehead with his hand, and Mickey sniggering.

Smith glared at him. “No, Mr Weasley. We will not be churning vats of cheese today. We will be turning rats into keys, which you would have known, had you not been yapping to Miss Heron. Five points from Gryffindor.”

James groaned. “Oh, come on, sir!” he said. “You have to give him points for effort! This is Fred we’re talking about - he’s not the brightest boy.”

Both Fred and Smith gave him a look.

“Another five points from Gryffindor,” said Smith, and the Gryffindor’s around the room groaned. “For your cheek, Mr Potter. And don’t think I didn’t see you mouthing the answer to Mr Weasley.”

“He has a serious grudge against me,” Fred muttered in Tori’s ear. “My dad and my uncle gave him a bit of a hard time when they were at school together.”

As he was talking to her, Tori felt her eyes moving towards James. She was delighted to see he was looking at her and Fred with narrowed eyes. She suddenly laughed loudly, and Fred moved away from her, looking startled. She put a hand on his shoulder. “Oh Freddy, you’re so funny!” she trilled, and Fred gave her a dopey sort of grin.

Tori looked back over at James to see that he was talking fiercely to Mickey, and determinedly not looking over at her.nPerfect. Her plan was falling into place.

As the class waited for Professor Smith to come around handing the rats out, Tori looped a finger through Fred’s belt, and leant in close to him, whispering meaningless things in his ear, flirting pointlessly. Fred looped his hand around her waist, and for a moment, Tori felt a bit bad for leading him on. But then she remembered who she was.  Fred was nothing to her. Just a tool to be used, to get what she wanted.

While Fred drew loops and circles on her back, Tori glanced around the rest of the class. She immediately saw Boring Becky and Aine, sitting together up the front. Boring Becky had her rat, and was already practising whatever spell they were meant to be doing. Yawn. She was so dull. Something would have to be done about that.

Aine, meanwhile, had managed to produce a little woollen hat, and had put it on the rats head.

Eww. She was so weird.

Aine the freak suddenly turned round, and looked straight at James and Mickey’s table. They both looked at her, and she blushed, turning back to her hatted-rat.

Tori glared at her. What did she think she was playing at, blushing when her man looked at her? Hadn’t she told her, just last night that she wasn’t into James?


Tori looked again at James’ table, but this time she wasn’t looking at James. Mickey was staring at the back of Aine’s head, a dreamy look in his eyes. Tori sniggered. Mickey and Aine. They’d make a good couple, seeing as she disliked both of them. If she set them up…they’d both be in the palm of her hand. Hers to play with.

“…and here’s your rat, Mr Weasley,” Smith drawled, dumping the disgusting vermin on their desk.

“Aw,” grinned Fred, scratching the rat between it’s ears. “He’s cute.”

Tori was repulsed. Had Professor Smith not heard about all the diseases rats carried? Back at Beauxbatons, the teachers would have never dreamed of giving them rats to work with!

Tori backed away from the desk. “I am not switching any rats,” she said forcefully, glaring up at Professor Smith.

He looked down on her in boredom.  Tori hated it when people looked down on her. She wasn’t that short.

“Actually, you will be switching this rat, Miss Heron, as this is my class, and you do what I say.”

He dumped a rat on the table right in front of Tori, who let out a scream, climbed off her chair, and stood as far away from the disgusting rodent as possible. She felt like she was about to be sick. The creature’s horrible little whiskers were twitching and its eyes were all black and beady. Tori didn’t much like animals of any kind, and cats gave her hay fever.

“Take that disgusting thing away from me!” she said, in demanding tones, and heard several members of the class gasp.

Did Professor Smith not remember who her father was? He had been one of the most important members of the wizarding society before the…before the accident.

Smith narrowed his eyes at her. “How dare you talk to me like that!” he said. “Ten points from Gryffindor!”

Tori tossed her hair, and stared the horrible Professor right in the eye. She would not lose this fight. “Do you really think I care about some stupid house points?” she smirked. “I honestly don’t give a shit whether or not Gryffindor wins the house cup. What I do want, is for you to remove that disgusting piece of vermin from my table, and I want you to do it now.”

There was a horrified silence as everyone stared at Tori in shock. She bet that no-one had ever stood up to a Hogwarts Professor before. But she was no coward. She was here to make an impression, and nothing else. And if that impression was a bad one, so be it.

Fred whistled suddenly, and gave her the thumbs up.

“Oh, shut up Weasley, you annoying turd!” shouted Smith, and James and Mickey broke into silent fits of laughter to the left of them.

Tori continued to glare at Smith, with her arms crossed stubbornly. He took a step towards her, but Tori didn’t flinch. She would be bold. She was in Gryffindor, after all.

“You may be new around here, Miss Parker,” he said in a quiet voice. “But that does not excuse this disgusting behaviour! Detention! This evening. Six o’clock, in the library. Madam Pince needs someone to stack the books some buffoon forgot to put away.”

Tori groaned inwardly. She hated libraries. They smelt, and were always so quiet that they made her feel nervous.

Her day was turning out to be quite horrible.

Madam Pince turned out to be a very old librarian who was thin and irritable-looking with a shrivelled face and sunken cheeks. Tori thought she looked like an underfed vulture. 

When she arrived at the library at six o’clock, the old librarian directed her to a very large stack of old, dusty books, and instructed her (in short, waspish tones) to put the books back on the shelves, in alphabetical order, where they belonged. Then she bustled away, only to snap at a terrified looking first year who had dog-eared the pages of a library book. (“What do you think you’re doing? Befouling that poor book!”)

Tori rolled her eyes, and started on the large pile of library books. It was boring, tedious work, and the books were all dusty and dirty. In fact, they were so old and gross, that Tori had to keep getting her hand sanitizer out of her handbag, so that she wouldn’t catch a deadly disease. Who knew how many people had touched these books? They looked like they originated from the middle ages!

As she shoved the books carelessly into the right place, Tori thought about how ridiculous it was that she’d been forced to do this.

She really should go and complain to McGonagall…at her old school, her teachers never dared punish her - until they expelled her, that is, which was completely unnecessary.

Tori had been so deep in her own thoughts that she didn’t even notice the boy standing right in her path. She walked straight into him, and the boy, who was carrying a large pile of books fell to the ground, the books toppling everywhere.

Tori looked down at him in surprise, and hid a smirk.

The unknown boy looked quite idiotic, crawling about on the ground, collecting up all his books, stammering out apologies, even though he was the one on the ground, and Tori was the one who had walked right into him.

Not like she was going to mention that, though.

The boy finally stood up. He was beet red, had light brown hair and was wearing glasses. In other words, a complete nerd.

“Are you alright?” Tori asked, raising an eyebrow at him. She didn’t really care if the boy was alright or not, but there was no harm it making it seem like she was actually concerned for his well-being.

“Fine,” the boy said, still stammering a bit, and adjusting his glasses. “Sorry. I’m super clumsy. I was just putting my books back and…and SLAM! There you were!”

Tori looked at him without interest. “You really should watch where you’re going,” she said. “Next time, you might hurt someone.”

The boy blushed again, and Tori rolled her eyes.

What a weirdo.

“You know you don’t really seem the library type,” the boy continued, and Tori wished he’d go away. He was right in  the way of the spot she needed to put the next book. She was almost done, and she’d really rather be with the other girls in her dormitory than in the smelly library.

“There’s a library type?” Tori asked, not quite sure why she was even responding to the boy at all.

The boy nodded. “Usually the girls who come here are really…you know, ugly ones. With pimples or big noses or glasses or greasy hair. You’re not ugly at all, in fact you’re really quite…”

He trailed off uncertainly when he saw the smirk on Tori’s face. “Not ugly at all, eh?” she said. “I’ll take that as a compliment. And you’re right. I’m not the library type. I’m doing a detention.”

“Oh,” said the boy. “That makes more sense.”

“Now move,” Tori said irritably. “I don’t want old Madam Pince to come over here and tell me off. She gives me the creeps.”

The boy chuckled. “I don’t know how she’s even still alive!” he said. “She was here when my dad went to school.”

Tori rolled her eyes again. “It was nice meeting you,” she said, making it as obvious as possible without being outright rude that she wanted this boy to leave.

He nodded and mumbled ‘you too’, then hurried over to the nearest table, where he sat down and opened a book.

Tori shook her head, as she shoved the very heavy book she was holding into the shelf. She didn’t understand how people could just come and sit in the library, all alone and read. How boring!

She turned to get the next few books off the pile, which was luckily dwindling fast and saw James coming through the library doors.

She suddenly froze, her heart beating awfully fast.

Why did James make her so nervous? She’d never been nervous around guys before. And what was he doing in the library? He really didn’t seem the library type, either.

He didn’t notice her standing there, so she watched him sitting down at the table next to the other boy, his back turned, and getting some bent parchment, a quill and ink out of his bag.

Then suddenly, he turned and saw Tori staring at him.

She felt herself flushing, which was something she didn’t normally do, so she quickly turned and pretended to be busy doing something, while hoping that James would come over and talk to her. If he cared about her at all, if he really liked her, he would come over.

He didn’t.

Tori was really beginning to feel quite mad with him.

What was his problem? Couldn’t he see how fantastic she was? How beautiful and how charming? Why wouldn’t he want to be with her - every other boy she had ever talked with did, so why not him?

Or maybe he was playing hard to get…

Making up her mind, Tori dumped the books down on one of the narrow benches that ran along the bottom of the shelves, quickly applied some lip gloss and strode over to where the boy she’d talked to earlier was sitting. He looked up in surprise when he saw her, and looked even more bewildered when she sat down next to him.

“Er…” he said uncertainly. “Hi?”

Tori smiled at him. “It just occurred to me how rude I was before,” she said. “I didn’t even tell you my name!”

The boy just stared at her.

She laughed loudly. “It’s Tori,” she said, holding out her hand. “Tori Heron. I’m the new girl, you might have heard of me.”

The boy shook her hand, and Tori felt a strange shock of energy go up her arm. It was an oddly…nice feeling, but she shivered and let go quickly. Luckily, the boy didn’t seem to notice.

“I’m Albus,” he said, which Tori thought was a pretty damn stupid name. Who, in their right mind would call their kid Albus? “Albus Potter.”


He was Harry Potter’s kid.

Hang on. If he was Harry Potter’s kid, then that meant…that meant he was James’ brother!


What better way to make James jealous, than to flirt with his brother?

“The famous Albus Potter,” Tori purred, leaning in towards him slightly. Albus looked slightly taken aback. “What year are you in, Albus?”

He was looking very awkward now. “Erm…fifth,” he said.

“I’m in sixth,” Tori said, batting her eyelashes.

“Great,” said Albus, and his voice cracked a bit.

Tori didn’t want to completely scare the boy, so she leaned back, and grabbed the book he’d been reading. “Quidditch through the ages,” she said, reading the front cover. She looked at Albus with one eyebrow raised, a skill she was quite proud of. “Do you play Quidditch?”

She couldn’t imagine it personally. He seemed to shy and timid.

Albus grinned and nodded slightly. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m Seeker. My brother James is the captain.”

Tori wondered whether he realised his brother was sitting right behind him.

“Do you play?” Albus asked, looking at Tori with interest.

She shook her head. “No. I hate sport.”

Albus laughed, surprising Tori. He had a really nice laugh. It made him sound friendly and…and someone you wanted to be with. Someone you wanted to make laugh. “No, I have to admit, you don’t look like a very sporty person.”

Tori realised she was smiling. “No? What type of person do I look like then?” she asked.

Albus looked at her with his head cocked slightly to the side. “Hmm,” he said. “Do you like dragons?”

Tori scrunched up her nose. “Ew. Gross.”

“I take that as a no. What about…singing?”

Tori let out a snort of laughter - real laughter, not the horrible fake laugh she’d been using recently. “Me? A singer? Clearly you’ve never heard me sing before.”

“Clearly I haven’t. Maybe you should do a demonstration right now.”

“That’s probably not the best idea. I might give old Pincers a heart attack.”

“Old pincers?”

“Madam Pince. Her hands are so claw-like I wouldn’t be surprised if she was really a hippogriff in disguise.”

And suddenly, both Tori and Albus were laughing together, and for some reason, Tori couldn’t stop. She realised she liked Albus - as a friend, not anything else. James was her ‘anything else’.

Speaking of James…

Tori looked around and realised James had disappeared. Her grin faded, and she stood up.

Albus looked up at her. “What’s wrong?” he asked in concern, and adjusting his glasses again. “Are you okay?”

Tori nodded, and forced herself to smile at him. “Fine,” she said. “I’m fine. I just…uh, I have to go. Bye, Albus.”

“See ya, Tori.”

Tori hurried away from him, feeling oddly sad at leaving him behind. Everyone said James was the funny one, but really, Albus had the nicer sense of humour. It seemed like James could be a bit of a jerk at times. But he was still the most popular boy at Hogwarts, and that was all that mattered.

“MISS HERON!” Madam Pince shouted as Tori hurried out of the library. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING? YOU STILL HAVE A DETENTION TO FINISH!”

Tori hurried along the deserted third floor corridor. It was almost eight o’clock, so most students were already in their common rooms.

What a boring school this was. Back at Beaxbatons, there were parties almost every night. Students over the age of fourteen weren’t usually in bed till midnight. But here, everyone seemed so focused on their schooling.  Schools were made for socialising, for making friends. What was wrong with these people?

James was nowhere in sight.

Tori tried not to look panicked.

Why had he left? Had he noticed she and Albus laughing, or had he just finished whatever he was there to do? He hadn’t been at the library that long, so Tori guessed the former.

She raced up a sloping staircase towards the seventh floor, guessing that James had headed back to the Common Room. Where else would he have gone? She was already hurrying along the fifth floor when she saw him up ahead, striding along purposefully and staring straight ahead of him, his bag swinging at his hips.

Tori took a deep breath, and slowed her pace to a walk.

There was no-one else around.

“James!” she called out.

James stopped walking. For a moment he just stood there, still looking straight ahead, and Tori was worried he was going to ignore her. But then he turned around and looked at her with a slightly annoyed expression on his face. Good. He was pissed off at her.  That meant he was jealous.

Tori began to walk closer to him.

“What do you want?” he asked, sounding a little tired and running a hand through his already messy hair.

Tori smiled silkily. “What do you think I want?”

She was standing very close to him now, and stroked his cheek gently with her finger. He pushed her away.

He pushed her away.

“What the fuck are you doing Tori?” he whispered.

Tori looked at him with wide eyes. “What do you mean?” she asked, a little too innocently.

James laughed humourlessly. “Don’t think I didn’t see you in the library, Tor,” he said.

Tor. He had a nickname for her. Cute.

“You were fucking FLIRTING WITH MY BROTHER!”

Okay, not so cute anymore.

Tori pouted. “I wasn’t flirting,” she said serenely. “We were just talking. And I didn’t know he was your brother, James.”

“Bullshit,” said James calmly, though Tori could see doubt in his eyes. She took another step towards him, and rose up onto the tips of her feet, so that her lips were by his ear. “I promise,” she whispered, running her hand down his chest. She heard him groan slightly, and smiled to herself.

She was in control.

She took him by the hand, and he followed willingly. She pushed open the door of a small storage room, and led him inside. She put her handbag down on the bench, and pulled her wand out of her pocket. She pointed it at the door. “Colloportus!” she said quietly, and the door instantly locked itself.

“What are you doing?” James murmured, watching her with dark eyes.

Determination filled her body. He had to want her. She couldn’t just be one of his pathetic fan girls, throwing herself at him. And he had to do something to show her that he needed her.

She pulled herself onto the bench and sat there smiling at him, her legs dangling. She smiled at him sexily, daring him to come closer.

“Tori, I don’t even know you,” James said quietly, pulling himself up onto the bench too, so that he was sitting next to her.

“Maybe we should get to know each other then.”

James snorted. “Come here.”


“You know why.”

Still smiling, Tori put her arms around his neck. Then she gently lowered herself onto his lap. Her lips parted slightly, and she let him kiss her. His kiss was restrained at first, like he was holding himself back, but then Tori hooked her hands to his hot skin and pressed her lips firmly on his mouth and the kiss became more urgent.

Her heart beating ten times faster than it normally would have done was not a sign of romance.

It was a sign of victory.

Tori knew she’d done it. She knew she’d won him over.

James pressed her against the bench top and began to unbutton her blouse.

Then they did it again.

By the time they left the storeroom, they were both hot and flushed, and Tori couldn’t stop smiling. She had won.

She was queen.

It was late when Tori got back to the dormitory. As she had expected, the other four girls were already there, in their pyjamas, ready for bed.


The twins were sitting on the same bed, cross legged, painting each others nails. Aine appeared to be writing a letter. Boring Becky was reading a book.

“I have never seen anything so sad in my life, Tori announced as she entered the room, dumping her very expensive handbag on the bed. She was still feeling a bit flustered from her…encounter with James, but she wasn’t going to let anyone know that.

“Where were you?” Rebecca asked, without looking up from her book. 

Tori scowled, stalked over and snatched it from her hands. She, Tori Heron, deserved more attention than that!

“Hey!” said Rebecca in protest.

“Don’t you want to know what I was doing, Becky?”

She leaned closer to the girl secretively.

“We want to know, too!” perked Clementine from the next bed, and Tori fought the urge to snap at her.

“Yes, we want to know!” Lavender echoed.

Tori laughed, and gestured for them to come closer. They squealed excitedly at each other, and crowded around her.

“You can all know,” said Tori, shooting a glare at Aine, who was still sitting on her bed, looking at them with something close to a smirk on her face.

Tori did not like her at all.

“I was with James Potter.”

The twins both gasped. Boring Becky frowned. “What were you doing with James?” she asked.

“Oh, don’t be dim, Becky,” said Tori, giving the girls a knowing look.

Lavender’s eyes widened. “Were you…you know?” she asked.

Tori gave a very fake giggle. “Of course not!” she said. “I don’t just go around doing…you know with boys!”

“Oh, really?” said Aine from across the room. “I wouldn’t have picked you out as a prude, Victoria.”

Tori wanted to smack her, but she restrained herself. Instead she turned around and smiled sweetly. “Eavesdropping now, are we Aine?” she said in a snide tone. “That’s a bit rude, don’t you think?”

Aine rolled her eyes, and went back to whatever the hell she was writing.

“What were you doing with James if you weren’t doing…that, Tori?” Lavender asked.

She really was the most dim witted person Tori had ever met. Of course, she had been doing ‘that’ with James, but the girls weren’t to know that. She couldn’t be some random hook up. She had to be special.

Tori smiled secretively. “James asked me out,” she said. “He asked me to be his girlfriend.”

The twins gasped very loudly and started to giggle.

“But…he never goes out with anybody,” Boring Becky said, looking confused.

She’d said exactly the right thing.

Tori tossed her head. “I know. I guess I must be…different. Special.”

“That is so romantic!” breathed Clementine.

“Totally romantic,” Lavender agreed.

Tori gave another girlish giggle. “I know!” she said. “He loves me so much - he even told me so. But,” and now she looked around at the girls very sternly. “You can’t tell anyone yet, okay?”

Lavender’s eyes widened. “Why not?”

“James wants to keep it a secret for now,” Tori said seriously. “He made me promise not to tell anyone. But I just couldn’t keep it from my best friends!”

The twins began to giggle again. God, they were irritating.

Tori clapped her hands together. “This is a memory we all have to remember together,” she said, climbing off Rebecca’s bed, and going back to her own. She felt everyone watching her as rummaged through one of her expensive designer suitcases, and brought out a bright pink digital camera. It was of muggle make, but if the photos were dipped in a special magical solution, then they’d move, just like the creepy looking paintings all over the castle’s walls.

Tori tossed the camera to Aine, who caught it, then looked at Tori with a look of disgruntled bewilderment. “What’s this?” she asked.

“It’s a camera, babe,” said Tori. “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen one before.”

Aine rolled her eyes. “I know what it is. Why have you given it to me?”

Tori looked at Boring Becky and the twins, and clicked her fingers. “Come here you girls,” she said, and they scampered towards her like over eager puppies.

“What are we doing?” Boring Becky asked, sounding a bit nervous.

Tori put one arm around Rebecca and the other around Clementine, who was standing next to Lavender. “Smile ladies,” she said. “Aine’s going to capture this memory of us all.”

“Oh, I am, am I?” said Aine.

Tori looked at her. “Yes,” she said. “You are.”

Aine sighed, and clicked on the camera.

“I don’t really like photos,” Boring Becky murmured.

Of course she didn’t.

“Everyone likes photos,” Tori insisted, watching Clementine and Lavender adjusting their hair.

Tori stared straight at the camera, and put on a very false, happy smile, the smile she knew made her look gorgeous. Then the camera flashed, and the memory was made.
A memory to last forever.

A/N: Hey guys! So...I was a little disappointed that I didn't get many reviews for the last chapter, so I'd really, really appreciate it if you'd review this one.

I promise I won't bite!

Anyway...what did you think of this chapter? Any predictions?

Courtney :)

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