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This is the story of a girl... who cried a river and drowned the whole world. And while she looks so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her when she smiles...
The music in Matty's headphones slowly died out, as his unconsious state took over. It was nearly 3 AM, and the boy was very grateful for sleep.
The next thing he knew, he was at Hogwarts. Standing outside of the castle, he heard the train take off away from him. School had obviously begun again, and Matty couldn't understand one thing. Where was Sara? Turning to his left he saw Claire, who upon sight began laughing manically.
"What'd you do to her?" Matty's eyes narrowed. It was apparent Claire knew what was on Matty's mind, and this fourth year would do anything to fix what had been wronged. Still laughing evilly, Claire just stood in place, not responding to any of the boy's attempts of persuasion.
"She locked her in the train," came a voice, and Matty spun to the right to see who had spoken. What began as a vision of Angelica, quickly changed as the girl's hair color turned brown to blonde. All Matty could see was the blue eyes, as her other features changed. Focusing back on the bigger picture, Matty knew he needed to act quickly.
"What can I do?" he asked, obviously panicked. Looking around at his sources, he immediately noticed his broomstick case among his other belongings.
"Well, I certainly can't fly it," Gwenn scoffed, as though reading his thoughts.
The evil laughter emerged again from his left, as Claire took the broomstick into her hands. "Logically, you can't either, Matty, seeing as I now hold the broom."
It seemed apparent that no teacher intervention was going to come along, so with the matter in his own hands, Matty knew something drastic was going to have to take place.
"I'll hex you," he threatened, grabbing for his wand. As his eyes shifted to secure his grasp on his wand, he looked back to see Angelica now in Claire's place.
"Hex me, and you'll be hexing your best friend!" she shouted, "You couldn't! You couldn't!"
Shit... shit I can't hex Angelica! Bloody hell!
"Hex her," Gwenn advised urgently, "It's the only way. Your sister is more important! Do it for love!"
Matty's brain swirled... What to do?! "For love?" he choked out, turning to face Gwenn again.
"Don't you love me?" Gwennie asked him, a pout forming. "Come on... do it for me." Tears began to fall down Gwenn's face, and Matty felt heart broken. How could he do this to her?
"I... I do love you..." he squirmed at the statement, unsure as to why he had admitted that in front of Claire/Angelica.
"Good," she cooed, kissing him on the lips. Sure, she had to bend down a teensie bit, but it was beautiful none the less.
"Thanks a lot for helping me, Matty," scowled a voice, as Sara emerged from Hagrid's arms. "Seriously, it means a lot." As Sara stormed off into the castle, Matty felt a sharp tingling sensation on his cheek.
"You love her?" came an angry noise, and Matty saw Claire snarling at him. When he looked back at who he had kissed, he noticed it was Angelica. But... Angelica looked a lot older, more mature, in several ways. cough?
"What? I- oh.. well, she's my best friend," he tried to explain, to no avail. The same slap hit him on the same location on his cheek. "Great.." he huffed, rubbing his cheek.
"Five points from Ravenclaw," Professor Dumbledore informed him gravely. He had been watching the entire thing, and he was greatly disappointed.
"FINE!" Matty screamed, jolting upwards to find himself back in his room, where he had started. Glancing around wildly, he laid his head back down, a bit annoyed at himself.
--- Open Journal Post ---
Is anybody good at interpreting dreams?
The music in Matty's headphones slowly died out, as his unconsious state took over. It was nearly 3 AM, and the boy was very grateful for sleep.
The next thing he knew, he was at Hogwarts. Standing outside of the castle, he heard the train take off away from him. School had obviously begun again, and Matty couldn't understand one thing. Where was Sara? Turning to his left he saw Claire, who upon sight began laughing manically.
"What'd you do to her?" Matty's eyes narrowed. It was apparent Claire knew what was on Matty's mind, and this fourth year would do anything to fix what had been wronged. Still laughing evilly, Claire just stood in place, not responding to any of the boy's attempts of persuasion.
"She locked her in the train," came a voice, and Matty spun to the right to see who had spoken. What began as a vision of Angelica, quickly changed as the girl's hair color turned brown to blonde. All Matty could see was the blue eyes, as her other features changed. Focusing back on the bigger picture, Matty knew he needed to act quickly.
"What can I do?" he asked, obviously panicked. Looking around at his sources, he immediately noticed his broomstick case among his other belongings.
"Well, I certainly can't fly it," Gwenn scoffed, as though reading his thoughts.
The evil laughter emerged again from his left, as Claire took the broomstick into her hands. "Logically, you can't either, Matty, seeing as I now hold the broom."
It seemed apparent that no teacher intervention was going to come along, so with the matter in his own hands, Matty knew something drastic was going to have to take place.
"I'll hex you," he threatened, grabbing for his wand. As his eyes shifted to secure his grasp on his wand, he looked back to see Angelica now in Claire's place.
"Hex me, and you'll be hexing your best friend!" she shouted, "You couldn't! You couldn't!"
Shit... shit I can't hex Angelica! Bloody hell!
"Hex her," Gwenn advised urgently, "It's the only way. Your sister is more important! Do it for love!"
Matty's brain swirled... What to do?! "For love?" he choked out, turning to face Gwenn again.
"Don't you love me?" Gwennie asked him, a pout forming. "Come on... do it for me." Tears began to fall down Gwenn's face, and Matty felt heart broken. How could he do this to her?
"I... I do love you..." he squirmed at the statement, unsure as to why he had admitted that in front of Claire/Angelica.
"Good," she cooed, kissing him on the lips. Sure, she had to bend down a teensie bit, but it was beautiful none the less.
"Thanks a lot for helping me, Matty," scowled a voice, as Sara emerged from Hagrid's arms. "Seriously, it means a lot." As Sara stormed off into the castle, Matty felt a sharp tingling sensation on his cheek.
"You love her?" came an angry noise, and Matty saw Claire snarling at him. When he looked back at who he had kissed, he noticed it was Angelica. But... Angelica looked a lot older, more mature, in several ways. cough?
"What? I- oh.. well, she's my best friend," he tried to explain, to no avail. The same slap hit him on the same location on his cheek. "Great.." he huffed, rubbing his cheek.
"Five points from Ravenclaw," Professor Dumbledore informed him gravely. He had been watching the entire thing, and he was greatly disappointed.
"FINE!" Matty screamed, jolting upwards to find himself back in his room, where he had started. Glancing around wildly, he laid his head back down, a bit annoyed at himself.
--- Open Journal Post ---
Is anybody good at interpreting dreams?