Who Would Have Thought? ((Jessica))

[ariel]

"Mort,
Hey! I know I haven't written for a long time, but I decided it was finally time to start again..." A quill scratched down these words, spoken aloud as they were by Ariel. The beautiful noise stopped too soon. Oh, Mort, what was there to say? Should she mention the abduction by Death Eaters? Or even the train wreck at the beginning of the year? Poor Mort knew nothing, nothing at all. And it was better that way. After gossiping all year about those topics, it was hard to get off of them, even in ink. Poor Mort. He didn't even get the magical newspaper! He knew nothing about the goings on at Hogwarts, only what Ariel told him. A guilty feeling pinched her heart hard, but Ariel ignored it and carefully dipped her feather quill back in the ink bottle again. If only she knew what to write! She sat back in the armchair, propping her feet up on the table. This sucked. Bad. What should she say, by God! What was this, the millionth time she asked herself that? With an annoyed twist of her lips, Ariel twirled a strand of red hair around her finger. An annoying habit, really.

"Dear Mort,
How are you doing? I miss you a lot, and I'm so sorry I haven't been writing for so long. It's been busy here. You know, homework, classes, get-togethers, all that jazz. Some strange things have been happening at Hogwarts. Every thing's fine here. I'm enjoying school, and hanging out with friends. Yes, I miss you too a lot. Did I already mention that? My grades are doing well. I have to ask this since it has been in my mind lately - have you gotten any new collections for our library? I saw an interesting book in Hogsmeade and I was wondering if there's any room left on that floor? Or should I put it in my bedroom? I know it's been getting full, so I thought I'd ask. Have you spoken to Rosa lately? I miss her too, tell her that. Oh, and what about John? Last time I saw him he was with this girl named Ann. Is he still? I hope not, she - quite frankly - reminded me of the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood. Anyway, I better get going soon. Write back!" Perfect. Ariel finished it off with a traditional, but very meaningful, 'love, Ariel.'

After making sure her crossed out sentence was just a blob and had no hope to be deciphered, Ariel rolled up the letter, capped her ink bottle, and wiped away the ink on the tip of the pen. Putting the roll of parchment under her arm, Ariel made her way through the crowd of people. It was quite crowded in the Student Lounge. Ariel despised crowds. Well, maybe it would be better if she was inside the circle of attention, but being an outsider or bystander wasn't any fun. Oh well. She didn't have much eyes for them right now. A mob of anonymous faces, all washed together. Not to mention squashed. Ariel just managed, after struggling, to squeeze the roll of parchment into her bag when she was hit, very suddenly, in the shoulder, knocking her back sideways onto the ground. And what could be more ungraceful and embarrassing then landing smack on your book bag? Nothing, really. If only she had landed somewhere to the side, anywhere but on top of her favorite carry-around books, her letter to Mort, and... the ink bottle. The person who had rammed into her had vanished. "Hey!" Ariel shouted at the crowd, but no one paid her heed, instead the group of people slowly began to dissolve.

"Oh no!" Ariel searched frantically through her bag, paying no attention to the ink that seeped through the cheap material, and was on her fingers too. Her books, her favorites, all swallowed by the ink that had been smashed by Ariel's weight and that stranger. Her fingers searched through the mess until she found Mort's letter. By then, the whole thing was black with ink and all the words - not just the ones she crossed out - were all impossible to decipher. All that for nothing. Figures. Ariel bitterly looked up at the now nearly empty Student Lounge. And those who were there were buried behind books. If only Ariel could be one of them! Pushing back a strand of hair, she blanched as something wet touched her forehead. "Just great!" Ariel muttered, and attempted to wipe that off with her second hand, failing to realize that was covered in ink as well. "Arrrgh!" Standing up suddenly, Ariel put her hand in her pocket, feeling the emptiness. No wand. Huh. Should she be in Ravenclaw? Grabbing her bag, she pulled it along until she reached the arm chair again. Only this time she ended up sitting on the floor, still baffled and frustrated by the turn of events. Who would have thought?

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Jessica let out a slight groan as her little black and white kitten pounced on her stomach. Rolling over in her warm bed Jessica lazily glanced up at her clock and groaned once again when she saw it was almost noon. She wasn't a very late sleeper and very rarely slept past eight. Even if she goes to sleep at two in the morning she still can usually get up at a decent time. Well, she thought to herself I guess I deserve this for staying in the room of requirements so late. She was trying to clear all of her thoughts and relaxed but it really didn't work so she was there till about almost six at night. Her Aunt and uncle were filling for a devoice and it seemed to be her fault. Well, if she really thought about it it kind of was her fault.

Her uncle had thought she was at a prep school for all the years she was at Hogworts. They were scared to tell him she was a witch because they new he would react like this. He was very rational when it came to things like this he does not believe in god either because it is not logical, everything has to be logical to him even himself she didn't now why but he was. Her aunt had finally decided that he should now where his niece is going every year and she tried to tell him hoping he wouldn't be too upset. He wasn't upset at the least he thought that she was going mental and filed for a devoice. It was going to be so different not having her uncle at the house the next time she goes home for a visit.

Shaking her head slightly she reluctantly pulled herself out of her nice warm cozy bed and into the crisp cool air. Looking around she noticed no one was in the dorm. Walking over to her closet she picked out a pair of hip-hugging light blue faded jeans with a little bit of writing on the pockets and a pink hoddie to go with it. Then walking over to her Dresser she pulled out her favorite black T-shirt with pink writing that read boys are like school on a holiday no class. It was her favorite shirt because her best muggle friend had bought it for her last summer when they were at the mall. Besides the fact that her old best friend bought it for her she loved dressing in muggle clothes it was much more comfortable then wearing school robes. She didn't now how or why people would want to were the robes more then they had to because they were so itchy it was like being sprayed with itching powder.

Walking into the bathroom with her clothes tucked under her arm she quickly changed out of her pink and purple butterfly pajamas and into her already picked out clothes. Turning to one of the many mirrors in the bathroom Jessica pulled out her make-up bag and applied some silver metallic eye-liner as close to the lash lines as possible, a little light pale pink eye-shadow, and a little bit of pale rose lip-gloss. Looking in the mirror after she was all done with this for an over all look she saw how pretty she looked today. She is of course naturally pretty but today she looked especially pretty. Maybe it was because of the way she put on make-up or maybe the way she was looking in the mirror either way she didn't mind the least.

Putting her make-up bag away she quickly grabbed her pajamas and headed out of the bathroom and back into her dorm room. Rolling her eyes and giggling as she watched her kitten spin in circles for a little bit she made her bed and cleaned up her side of the room. She was kind of a neat freak but not to any extremes. She just liked being able to see the floor. As she walked down to the common room she noticed that it was about twelve thirty and decided to do a bit of light reading in the student lounge. She loved going there and just cuddling up reading a book. She liked more than even her own common room. As she picked up her favorite book bag she merrily headed to the lounge humming one of her own song she had written.

She was forcefully trying to forget about her problems for the day hoping they would just disappear but she new they wouldn't but there was nothing wrong with wishing right? Shaking her head she walked into the surprisingly packed lounge pushing her way threw a little she saw a girl a little older then she was fall to the ground next to a chair. When she looked more closely she saw that the girl's bag was soaked in what looked like ink. Looks like this girl is having the best day ever Jessica thought to herself sarcastically. Deciding to go and talk to her hoping to cheer her up she walked over to the distressed looking girl and said "Hey, I'm Jessica Rose". She hoped she could make this girl feel better she really didn't like seeing people upset and this girl looked nice enough so that was ok. Tucking a piece of her long brown hair behind her ears she let her hazel eyes fall on the girl once again while she waited for a response.


(Sorry it ended so soon my brother is pestering me to get of the computer and I wanted to get this done )

[ariel]

Ariel looked up at Jessica Rose, trying to wash the dismayed expression off of her face. Jessica Rose.... hmm. The girl didn't look familiar, nor did she appear to be in Ravenclaw. Ariel blinked a few times, looked at her bag, and then back at the girl. "Ariel Dahl." She told her sullenly, thinking of standing up to shake Jessica's hand but stopped upon remembering her ink stained fingers. Wonderful. Now that she was attracting a few glances, Ariel couldn't imagine looking worse. With a grumble, she shook back her hair (she couldn't touch it) and looked back at Jessica. She was still here. Okay. So what did that mean? Ariel raised an eyebrow, not even trying to force a smile on her face. What was the use anyway?

"I need your wand." Ariel said so suddenly she surprised herself. Standing up with undeniable balance as she couldn't use her hands to support herself, Ariel outstretched her hand to Jessica. "I mean, can I borrow it for a second? That's all I need, really." Ariel tried not to look desperate as she asked, but she needed that fragile piece of wood. Badly! She wanted to just grab it out of the girl's pocket or where ever she had it.... If she had it. The thought made Ariel grimace; could anyone be as stupid as she had been in not taking their wand with them? She looked at the girl hopefully, Jessica was her name. "Please, I need it." She cast a glance at her books, her lovely, wonderful books, her trusty bag and the hardship she had gone through to write Mort a letter. Wand please! Ariel turned back to Jessica, quickly becoming impatient for a response. The ink might as well have been sucked up by now. Ariel shifted from foot to foot. "Oh, and if you wand gets all dirty from my fingers, I'll be sure to clean it off when I get my own wand." She remarked in case Jessica was worried about that.