Put on a (: face ((Hayley))

[Allison Edwin G4]

Somehow, Allie had managed to have the worst morning yet. She had woken up late, bruised her knee getting out of bed (damn bedposts!), was so incredibly exhausted from studying the night before that she hardly noticed she had put her shirt on backwards until after she had sat through two of her classes the next morning, and now, as she was walking down the corridor to get to her next class, she spilled pumpkin juice all over herself as she tripped over her own robes. Allie cursed to herself—a true sign that she was indeed ticked off--and as she leaned over to place her juice on the ground so she could try and clean herself up a bit, all of her books and belongings spilled out of her bag and skidded across the marble floor in every direction. Allie remained completely still and closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them everything would have returned to its original state all on its very own, her sanity included.

But Allie opened her eyes only to see the situation become ten times worse as students began pouring out of their classrooms, wondering who on earth could have unleashed such a mass of books and quills and papers onto the floor. As far as Allie could tell, they all must be wondering why in Merlin’s name was the entire library thrown out into the corridors. Allie quickly gathered her belongings, thanking the few students who helped her, shoved them back into her bag and, in full sprint, bolted toward the nearest lavatory. She was so embarrassed that she did not even bother to stop when she saw a group of her good friends pass her by in the hallway. “Sorry, can’t talk now,” she mumbled to them, doubting whether they heard her but feeling slightly less guilty as she at least made the effort. The last thing she needed was pity. That, or they could have very well just laughed at her.

Allie found the bathroom and as she pushed the door open, she was relieved to find that it was empty. She threw her bag in the corner and quickly took off her robes, grateful that the spill had not stained the clothes she was wearing underneath. She was reluctant to look into the mirror, and when she finally found the courage to do so, she regretted the move deeply. Her hair was a wild mess and her eyes looked like a five year old smudged charcoal all over her, trying to make her resemble some type of animal similar to a raccoon. Allie figured that if that had been the case, then that kid would have been a pretty talented artist. Allie sighed ever so dramatically, turned on the sink and plunged her face into the running water.

It were moments like those that made most teenagers want to scream, cry, and run to their friends for help. But what does Allie decide to do as she blindly reaches for a towel to wipe her face with? Sing. “Gray skies are gonna clear up, put on a happy face! Brush off the clouds and cheer up, put on a happy face!” She quoted the lyrics of “Put On A Happy Face” from a muggle musical she had seen back when she was eleven, the summer after her first term at Hogwarts. It seemed appropriate, and Allie tried to sing as whole-heartedly as she could, despite the fact that her eyes looked only a slight shade of gray lighter. She forced a shrug, thinking that by doing so, maybe she’ll feel a bit better. “Take off the gloomy mask of tragedy, it's not your style; You'll look so good that you'll be glad, you decide to smile!”

Allie finished the song in a low hum, swaying back and forth about the empty lavatory. She figured she still had some time before her next class, and so she grabbed her robes, murmured a quick cleaning spell, and put them back on. When she went to retrieve her bag, however, she noticed something odd about the way it looked—something was missing from it, and Allie could only imagine what…

“MY DIARY!”

[Hayley Blake S5]

Hayley walked -- well, strutted, to be more precise -- with an unusual spring in her step as classes let out. Finanlly, she had gotten word on her mother, who had been incredibily ill at St. Mungo's hospital since Christmas break. Thomas Edwards, Hayley's father, had sent an owl that morning at breakfast stating that Hayley's mother Elizabeth was improving greatly. About time, An irate Hayley had thought at first. It's been almost five months! What've they been doing all this time? However, Hayley soon accepted the fact that the Healers at St. Mungo's were doing all they can, and that she should be very greatful that Elizabeth had improved at all. At least, that's what Hayley's father would tell her.

While on her way to the lavatory, Hayley celebrated the exciting news by watching a younger Gryffindor student get bullied by an older Slytherin, flirting with a couple guys, and stepping on a several Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's feet with her extremely high Christian Louboutin heels, which she of course broke the dress code to wear. But they look a hell of alot better than those horrid loafers we're expected to wear, she told her reflection whenever she wore heels like that. Plus, it boosted her already dangeroulsy high confidence when she walked tall and proud with her designer shoes on. Her mother and father always told Hayley that she would be a excellent model, and that made her feel special and beautiful. Hayley believed she could be, and just thinking about it made her repeat "shoulders back, stomach in, chin up, back straight, confident smile" over and over in her mind. Working on her blank model stare and walk, she pretended the corridor was her runway and all the students trying to talk to her were her 'people', fans, makeup artists, other celebrities, and fashion designers begging her to model for their line.

Pushing open the lavatory door, the sound of singing about came to Hayley's ears. She considered using a different washroom, but dismissed the idea once she realizied she could have some fun with this. Hayley actually recognized the song right away: She diffinatly knew her way around the music world, even if it was muggle music. It was "Put On A Happy Face" from one of Hayley's favourite musicals, Bye Bye Birdie. Bye Bye Birdie was right behind Les Miserables and The Phantom of the Opera. Hayley cautiously entered the bathroom further, not sure what she was about to find. There appeared to be only one other girl in the room, who had her back to Hayley but by their uniform, Hayley could tell it was a Gryffindor.

A quick scan of the room revealed a bag in the corner nearest to Hayley, who looked from the bag to the mystery Gryffindor looking in the mirror. Smirking slightly to herself, the fourth year Slytherin silently made her way over to the bag and grabbed something from it at random, which turned out to be a small book. Hayley stood on a ledge in the stone walls and flipped through the pages, listening to the singer sing some more and singing along in her head, for she didn't want to give away her 'hiding' location. Soon, she reazlied the book she held in her hands was a diary that belonged to one of Hayley's classmates, Allison Edwin, Gryffindor, of course. Evil laughter rung throughout Hayley's head and she thought of how much she missed being the old Hayley Blake.

The singing soon stopped and Hayley watched as alarm reached Allison's eyes when she screamed 'my diary!' Haha, Hayley thought. An idea struck her right then: Being a very talented musician and vocalist herself, Hayley thought she could easliy one-up Allison. So with her somehow angelic and mocking at the same time voice, Hayley sang ''Pick out a pleasant outlook, stick out that noble chin! Wipe off that full of doubt look, snap on a happy grin!"

"Oh, this?" Hayley asked lazily, holding up the diary. "I simply thought it was the program to Allison Edwin's wonderful Broadway show." She glanced at the mirror behind Allison's head. Her smirk was still intact. Her flowing blonde hair was swept to one side and her big emerald eyes glowed as she waited for Allison's reaction. Look out Hogwarts, Hayley Blake is back.