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The Short - Lived Love Life of Andrea |
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So. I'm not sure where to begin. So I will start with my name.
My name is Andrea Dorothy Sarasism, but most people call me Audee. I am sixteen years old. I am from a large farm - like estate in Thames, England. I have blond hair, blue eyes and a scarred face.
Before I go too far, I suppose I should tell you my family history. Several generations ago, my great - great - great - great grandfather (atleast I'm pretty sure that's how far it went, if not, farther) was bitten by a werewolf. His son carried on the curse, as well as his son, and so on. Sure enough, it caught up with my father, and Daddy Dearest passed it on to me, his only daughter.
I'm either the first or second girl in my family to carry the curse, hell I can't remember anything . . . Well, I really shouldn't call it a curse. My family refers to it as a ' unique characteristic ' that just so happened to make them infamous to the magical world.
So now that you know that little fun fact about my family, I'll go on to tell you about myself.
I'm not exactly a gem. I guess you could say I'm little rude and overbearing. I've never been very stylish, either. Not many boys liked to bother with me, much less people in general.
So it came as a surprise when I was invited to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There were wizards on my mom's side of the family, so apparently that's where it came from.
My time at Hogwarts wasn't much different from my old life. People avoided me, and most teachers were irritated by me.
People tended to avoid me because first of all, I was a werewolf. Second, I wasn't the most approachable person in the room. There always seemed to be a frown on my face, I didn't stand like a lady, much less act like one, and I when people DO talk to me, I go on and on over the smallest subject. Not that you would ever notice, right?
And as for teachers? They disliked me because I was lazy. And I had no ambition for school. Though I must say, I did enjoy Caring for Magical Creatures . . . Moving on!
Like most people would expect, I was sorted into Hufflepuff. Because I wasn't hyper enough to be a Gryffindor, I wasn't snooty enough to be a Ravenclaw, and I wasn't ' pricky ' enough to be a Slytherin.
Personally I think Hufflepuff is just a place where all of the ' we're not sure where to put you wizards, so we'll put you in this house ' wizards go. And that's exactly what happened to me. Of course, they would never admit it. But hey, I could be wrong.
I soon learned that Hufflepuff was where the peppy morning people were sent. I knew that Sorting Hat had it in for me . . .
Once again, I was the odd one out. No one particularly bothered with me, but they didn't tease me either. So I couldn't complain.
But things changed one day. Professor McGonagall pulled me aside after class, insisting that I see a tutor. She asked me if I had any willing friends. I was about to say no until someone interrupted me.
It was that Diggory boy. Cedric Diggory. I can still remember that appalled yet pleased look on McGonagall's face when the Golden Boy offered to tutor me. So from then on, I saw Cedric every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday after school.
And I guess Cedric was my first real friend. He laughed at my dry, blunt humor and found my unlady like manner amusing. Which surprised me.
He started to sit with to me at dinner and sometimes at lunch. I wasn't sure how to feel about it. I wasn't used to someone making an effort to get to know me. Did he even hear the rumors? I constantly questioned myself about these things until I finally confronted him about it one night at dinner.
"So . . . you do realize that your golden reputation is sinking rapidly because you're talking to me?" I said, my eyes staring up at him curiously to test his answer. He paused, his face completely neutral and unreadable.
Finally, his lips curved into a small smirk as he shrugged. "Well, I decided that life would be awfully boring if you didn't have a psycho girlfriend." His eyes twinkled with boyish mischief as he chuckled at me.
Now if Cedric Diggory hadn't puzzled me before, he sure puzzled me now. Girlfriend. As in friend who is a girl? Or . . . girlfriend? I didn't bother to ask.
Days passed and my spending time with Cedric seemed to increase steadily. We talked later, we got up earlier to talk before classes to start, we were one of the last people to leave the Main Hall during meals.
I finally started to realize what was happening between us when he asked me if I could accompany him on our school trip to Hogsmeade.
Now that was a fun day. We drank butterbeers, ran around in the snow, ate chocolate frogs and every flavor beans, played pranks on eachother, and so on.
This fun continued until the night we got back to Hogwarts. And we were about to go to bed. We said our goodnights and I was about to leave until Cedric called me back.
"Wait, Audee. Come back. There's something in your hair."
I turned around and approached him once again. "Turn around, it's in the back," he said. I did so and waited silently as I felt his fingers lightly run through my hair. I stood for only a few moments and finally I turned my head.
"Did you get it -- " I was stopped mid - sentence when Cedric put his warm lips on mine. I closed my eyes, returning the soft kiss with the same innocent yet deep feeling. After what seemed like decades, we separated from eachother. I could feel my face heating up from the close proximity of our faces.
"Sweet dreams, Audee," Cedric whispered with a smirk, parting from me to his room.
And that was my first kiss.
From then on, Cedric and I were the new item. It was odd, being brought to the public eye so quickly. Everything seemed to change. My grades improved, my social life seemed to get more . . . lively, some teachers even started to like me better.
But good things always must come to an end. See, Cedric's father didn't like the idea of him dating a werewolf. ' Too dangerous, and what about your children? ' Predictable questions. So our public relationship came to an end.
But he never ceased to tell me how he wanted to be with me, and I returned those feelings. I had become another one of those star-crossed lovers. And I loved it.
So we continued our relationship privately. Late night meetings, passing notes, kissing in dark corners where no one could see. It was thrilling, dangerous, everything that I had been missing out on.
But suspicion came. And Cedric had an idea. A cover. Someone who would fake being his girlfriend while we carried on our secret romance. So he chose the Ravenclaw, Cho Chang. Now, I would be insane to say I never got jealous. I would be careful not to make snide remarks to the Ravenclaw, or put peculiar things in her food.
I was the other girl. I went from being an invisible no one, to the most interesting girl in Hogwarts, to being the Hufflepuff Golden Boy's dirty little secret.
And this carried on. Throught the Triwizard Tournament and Yule Ball. Which hurt me. Because I longed to dance with my secret love. But we couldn't in the public eye. Fortunately, he made it up to me.
I was told to meet him in the library, late at night. There he was, standing in his t-shirt and pajama pants. He pulled me near him, and put his arms around me, dancing silently to the sound of his own humming. I couldn't help but giggle at him.
He was so perfect in every way, while I was the complete opposite.
I treasured that night. It was my first dance. Little did I know it would be my last night with him.
The final match. They had to go through the large maze and find the cup. I was excited. I was in the stands, waiting for my love to come back. It seemed like ages, I was becoming more and more nervous by the minutes.
Suddenly, Harry appeared, with Cedric laying unconscious. I clapped joyfully, happy to see the Golden Boy. Everyone was celebrating. Except for Dumbledore, who appeared worried. People crowded around the two, and when McCognall uttered the words: 'The boy's been killed," I completely lost it. Screaming and crying, shouting 'No' over and over again. People had to pull me back from running out into the field.
So now, here I am. Standing at his coffin. Looking at his picture. He's smiling. The smile that I knew so well. He told me we would be together forever . . . He told me that we would have children . . . he told me he loved me . . . And I believed him. I still do. And perhaps we can meet again.
 iReggie · Tue Nov 30, 2010 @ 03:39am · 0 Comments |
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