I'm Feeling You ((Melissa))

[marcy]

Sometimes, I imagine the world without you. But most times, I’m just so happy that I ever found you. It’s a complicated web, that you weave inside my head. So much pleasure with such pain. Hope we always, always stay the same. Marcy's WWW blared out her music as she slipped her large teal sweater over her head, it went off her right shoulder which showed her dark purple sports tank. Her dark purple cotton skirt went to her knees, and her footless black tights leaded down to her black flats. She looked like a picture out of the 80's. But she didn't mind, she liked her style. Her hair was down for once but it had rainbow clips in it. Around her neck was her cross, and her arms were lined with bracelets and arm bands. Her makeup was subtle, then again it never really was striking. Marcy didn't like caking her face with makeup, she thought it distorted the real her.

Marcy picked up her WWW and placed her headphones over her ears as she left the dorm and headed down to the common room. It was full of annoying first years, Marcy sighed and continued out, hoping to find some solitude elsewhere. It was hard to find in a school like this. Large and packed with students, though Marcy usually found it. Sometimes more often than she expected she ever would. Today she entered the courtyard, happy that there weren't many people there. Her music still playing in her ears, she sat down on a bench. Then sat back - her face against the sun, but her aviator sunglasses blocking out the sun that leaked through her closed eyes. Her aviator sunglasses were her most prized possession, not because someone she loved gave them to her - but because they are the one thing that stayed constant in her life. Nothing else did, everything else changed and moved and drifted. Marcy needed something to hold onto that would stay, and that's exactly what the sunglasses did.

With music in her ears and the sun beating down on her, Marcy found herself drifting off into sleep. She didn't worry about getting burnt or anything, she rarely ever did that - nor did she tan. Her skin tone just didn't like the sun, so it stayed one shade the whole year. Maybe that's why she found it so easy to fall asleep. But it was much easier to wake up when there was a loud commotion, Marcy's eyes opened and she sat up to see three first year girls running around the courtyard. So much for solitude. Marcy groaned and laid back down on the bench, her arm over her eyes and her other arm on her stomach.

[lolisfun]

"You have got to be kidding me!" Mel exclaimed to herself. She had just received a letter from her aunt that she was getting married and she wanted to have Mel to be her bridesmaid. Mel was happy about this but an it also gave her an eerie feeling, her aunt had only known this boyfriend of hers for about three months and they have only been going out for two. They didn't even now each other very well. The strange thing though was that her aunt was one that usually didn't rush things and she always made sure that she new exactly what she was doing and exactly what was going on. This seemed way too spontaneous for her. Crumpling up the piece of parchment she threw it lazily into the fire.

She half watched as the piece of parchment caught flame and started to shrink. Her mind was way to busy right now to concentrate on something as meaningless as this. She couldn't help but wonder what had gotten into her aunt since she had moved to Australia. She had been sending crazy letters and now this? Maybe she was going threw a midlife crises. Rolling her eyes slightly at this thought she stood up from the comfy chair that she had been sitting in for about a hour and a half and walked up the flight of stairs that lead to her dorm that she shared with all the other third year Hufflepuff's.

Walking into the bathroom she grabbed her brush off the counter and took the yellow rubber band off her wrist to pull her hair back. Pulling her hair into a high ponytail with her bangs still on the side of her face though she walked back into her dorm with the brush still in her hand and kneeled down to open her trunk. Throwing her brush into her trunk she saw her WWW. Pulling it out she slipped the head phones into each ear and turned it on. Turning to her favorite song (I write sins not tragedy's) Mel slipped on her white flip flops that matched her kaki shorts and white tank-top.

"I've seen things you people have never even heard" Mel sang along with the song. Walking out of the common room she waved cheerfully at a few people she new but headed out into one of the many halls of Hogworts. Walking down the familiar path that lead to the courtyard Mel saw a few first years race in front of her and rolled her eyes smiling remembering when she was that age and how there wasn't as much pressure then there was now and how you could be a total dork and yet no one cared. Smiling still as she entered Mel saw a girl sitting up a little mad with pretty sun-glasses and decided to go and talk to her. Pulling one of The speakers out of her ear she approached her and said kindly "Hi I'm Melissa but call me Mel because my mom only calls me Melissa when I am in trouble!"

[marcy]

You could immediately place a person into their correct house by how they greet you, what they say, and how they look at you. For instance; a Slytherin wouldn't smile at a muggle born or a Gryffindor and then ask them how their day was going, unlike a Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. A Ravenclaw, whether or not they mean to, always end up slipping in a big word here or there - or talk with an air of confidence. That was how Marcy knew the girl who introduced herself as Mel was a Hufflepuff. Her greeting was so happy, so upbeat and so...giggly. It actually brought a smile to Marcy's face and she sat up to stare at this girl. Her aviator glasses probably looking huge on her face. Marcy extended her hand for Mel to shake, "Marcy Fairfield, Gryffindor third. Pleased to meet you. And don't worry about me calling you Melissa - I know too many of them where I come from, so Mel suits you just fine." She grinned and pushed her sunglasses on top of her head. They pushed her hair back a bit, digging the clips into her scalp - but she didn't feel it.

Marcy hadn't taken her headphones out of her ears, so she still had music playing around her, this time 'Trying To Find Atlantis' by Jamie O'Neal. Another Muggle song, but one of those songs that Marcy adored, maybe it was because she was raised in a Muggle environment. Granted, it wasn't a very good environment - but she still heard music. Not much, but some. Especially at school and such, she did have friends there - despite what most thought of orphans. Actually, Marcy was treated, not much differently than she was at Hogwarts. To the Slytherins she was worse than a muggle born, and that's just about how bad it was at muggle school. Remembering that Mel was there, Marcy made room for her to sit next to her on the bench. "What are you listening to? If you have seen me around you'll notice I have my WWW with me at all times. It's practically part of every single one of my outfits. And the amusing thing is, it's all muggle music."

Marcy grinned and flicked her sunglasses back down over her eyes, but she continued to look at Mel. Mel was pretty, her hair was a nice shade of brown and she wasn't pale, although pale could be pretty - it could also make you look sickly. Marcy knew this all too well. Marcy pretended not to care about her looks, but in reality she did. What girl didn't? She just didn't obsess over them like most girls her age did. Was that odd? Marcy would rather get dirty, then go shopping. She was always building something when she was at the foster home, and she had more guy friends than girl friends. She wore lots of skirts, but they were never girly skirts. They always were topped off with something guyish. Marcy mentally shrugged, she didn't like to dwell on things like that too much. It was a waste of her energy.

((I Write Sins Not Tragedies, amazing song. ))