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Chapter 2 : The One With The 'Supportive' Best Friend
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It's a bit of a short chapter, but I promise that the next one shall be action packed and longer! I just wanted to get this out to you all.
I hope that you all enjoy this, let me know!
A big thank you to my Beta Sam! :D
Chapter Image of Michelle Addison.
Waking up early after six weeks of going to bed late was not an easy task, let me tell you that. Michelle didn't want to get out of bed, even though she knew that it was the start of classes today. It took me pulling the quilt off of her to force her to move out of it.
She may have only got out of bed to try and hit me, but I consider that a success.
I wasn’t looking forward to attempting to wake her up most mornings, especially as she’s old enough to be waking herself up. But I knew that if I didn’t she would only moan at me and somehow make it all my fault. So I chose her attempting to murder me for waking her up, then having her fall out with me over it.
There had been times when I had thought to myself that it would be much easier if I got myself another friend. One who wouldn’t fall out with me for no reason, or wouldn’t make me fear waking her up and feeling her wrath. But there was no point now, It was familiar and I will admit that I will put up with it just because I had for all these years. Why break the habit now?
Michelle stomped to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her; I gave a wince as the sound reverberated around the room. If our roommates weren’t already up and had gone for breakfast they would certainly be awake now.
“I’m going down for breakfast, I’ll meet you there,” I called through the door. I waited for a reply that didn’t come, before I rolled my eyes and left the room, picking up my bag as I passed it.
It wasn’t that long after I left the common room that I found myself at the Great Hall. Us Hufflepuff’s are quite lucky in that department. I’d hate to be a Ravenclaw or a Gryffindor, merely for the amount of time that it would take me to get to meal times. At least this way, if I overindulged during dessert, which happened often, I would only have to walk a minute and I’d be able to lie down on my bed and have a nap.
Who doesn’t love to nap after eating a lot of food?
I entered the Great Hall and took a seat at the Hufflepuff table not too far into the room. I found a gap beside a small group of first years; it was nice that they all decided to stick together for their first school day. I wonder how long it’ll be until they start to drift away from each other, or find new friends to hang around with? Michelle and I spent the first few weeks of our time at Hogwarts with our roommates Isabella Dempsie and Sian Mellor. But after a while we both broke off into our own group of friends. It’s not that Michelle and I didn’t like them, it’s just that was the way it turned out. In fact, it was them that didn’t seem to like Michelle. They thought that she tried to take over their lives too much and was always dictating what they all should do.
She still did the same with me, something which at times I hated, but I was and still am a bit of a push over. There have been times that I would have tried to have a talk with her about it all, but it wasn’t worth the hassle of having her stop talking to me over it. It was a childish behaviour I know, but I didn’t like having to walk around the school on my own when this happened. I would rather she talked to me then me realise that she’s basically my only friend.
“Miss Higgs, I have your class schedule here,” Mrs Henshaw, the Head of Hufflepuff and my Charms teacher, said as she handed me a piece of parchment. A smile was across her warm face as she looked down at me. I took it from her with thanks and looked down at it. “As you achieved good enough grades in your O.W.Ls, tyou are able to take the classes that you signed up for during your fifth year. Congratulations.”
“Thank you,” I said, looking up at her with a smile. I looked back down at my parchment and studied it as she walked away from me and to another student.
I noticed that what would have been my first lesson was a free period and then after that I would be going to Charms. I wondered if Michelle would have a free period as well. If so, she wouldn’t be happy to know that she could have spent longer in bed, but it’s not my fault that she’s not a morning person.
She’d somehow make out that this was my fault.
I was tempted to go back to the dormitory and make sure that she didn't go back to sleep. Maybe she would appreciate that I had woken her up so that she didn’t miss getting her schedule. She would have had to go to Mrs Henshaws office to get it and possibly missing her first lesson of the day. But she walked through the doors of the Great Hall, her blonde hair up in a ponytail.
I noticed that she didn’t have an angry look on her face, but she did have a tired one. She sat down opposite me and gave me a nod in greeting as she grabbed for some coffee and poured it into a cup, before beginning to drink it.
“Black coffee without any milk or sugar?” I enquired with her. “You must be tired if you’re touching that.”
Michelle nodded as she winced at the hotness of the coffee, “I didn’t get much sleep last night. I think it was the excitement of the first day of classes starting?”
I wasn’t sure if she was being serious or not. It didn’t sound like something that she would say to me, it had to be a joke.
Mrs Henshaw made her way back down and handed Michelle her schedule. Telling Michelle that she had achieved good enough grades to continue on her lessons that she had taken the year before. Michelle had stated that she wanted to drop Muggle Studies though. The teacher wasn’t too happy and neither was I actually. But the teacher waved their wand and the schedule changed so that Muggle Studies would be removed.
“Don’t give me that look, Abigail,” Michelle told me as she looked at her schedule. “I hated that class, it was boring.”
“Learning about Muggles isn’t boring.”
“Maybe not for you, but I grew up around them; it’s not that fun anymore.”
I was about to open my mouth and ask her who I was going to sit next to now, when she said something that shut me up.
"James is facing this way." She nodded behind me and I turned to see where she was looking at the Gryffindor table. By the time I found where James was sitting he was talking to his friend. I turned back around to face Michelle. "I bet you wouldn’t mind if he 'ran' into you again,"
I rolled my eyes at Michelle. "It was an accident."
"Of course it was an accident, there's no way James would have talked to you otherwise. He was just being polite because he knocked you both to the ground," she told me, causing me to want to do nothing more than curl up into a ball. She was right, I knew she was, but it still hurt to hear it.
"He has talked to me before, we said hello to each other once and he leant me a quill back in the third year."
"Which you did not give back and you had framed,"
"I did not frame it," I told her.
"You probably would have if you had the chance."
"No, I wouldn’t." I stated shaking my head again. “I’m not that weird. Besides, I don’t have a crush on him anymore.”
Michelle gave a scoff next to me and I rolled my eyes at her.
“I know you still have a crush on him, it’s obvious to everyone, Abigail. I wouldn’t be surprised if James knows and him talking to you now is the start of him telling you to back off.”
My frown deepened at her hurtful words. I could have easily mentioned Michelle’s obsession with Ethan Richards that she had since last year. But I wasn’t mean enough to say something to her or make fun of her. So I settled for a sigh again and continued to eat my food. Listening to the chatter of the people around me, catching up with each other and telling stories about their holidays.
I tried to resist the urge to look back at James; he was sitting with his friend William and some of the other Gryffindor boys from our year. I didn’t know what I was expecting looking up at him before. That maybe he would be watching me?
I frowned as I stabbed my fork into my food and my mood soured.
I was kidding myself; we talked on the train because he was apologising to me, there was nothing more. There never would be anything more and I knew it. Feeling the weight of dejection and embarrassment flooding through me. I wanted nothing more than to leave the Great Hall and to be up in her dormitory reading and being with my cat. At least my cat loved me, although that was probably only because I was the one who fed him and fussed over him.
“Oh come on, Abigail, there’s no need to get your wand in a knot,” Michelle said to me with a small laugh, “I was only having a joke with you; you need to stop being so sensitive all the time.”
I wanted to tell her that the reason my ‘wand was in a knot’ was because of what she had said to me. I wanted to tell her that she needed to start treating me a lot better, I was growing tired of her jokes. Maybe this year could be the start of a new Abigail? One who spoke her mind and didn’t let anyone walk over her.
I looked up at her; she rolled her eyes at me and shook her head, “I’m going back to the dormitory, when you get over this come and find me.” She pushed away from the table and stood up, leaving the room, her half eaten plate of food left behind.
I wish I wasn’t such a bloody push over; that should have been me walking out of the Hall, and I should have been the one who had the last word.
I gave a sigh as I placed my knife and fork down on the table and stood up myself. Pushing my hair out of my eyes, I turned around so that I could make my own way out of the Hall. I let myself glance over at where I knew James was sitting and noticed with a clench of my stomach that he was looking at me again. He gave me a smile and small wave when he noticed that I was looking at him. I waved back awkwardly at him before I darted out of the room, knowing that I looked like a fool in doing so.
Damn! Why couldn’t I behave how I did back on the train? Why did Michelle have to voice my own fears about James only talking to me because he had to and turn me into an even more pathetic mess?
She had managed to zap every bit of confidence I had at talking to James from me and I was annoyed at myself for letting her. Maybe I could work on going back to the Abigail I was when James was talking to me on the train?
I walked slowly away from the Great Hall, not knowing what I was going to do between now and my lesson; I had a whole hour to waste. Maybe I could use this time to work on what I wanted to change in my life? Work on my confidence and summon up the courage to tell my supposed best friend that she needed to be nicer to me. I felt unease spread through me at those thoughts. I knew that I couldn’t stand the thought of falling out with her and having to deal with being alone because I had no other friends. I knew that I was going to find her and apologise for being so sensitive about things, even though I didn’t believe that I was in the wrong.
I really hated myself sometimes.
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