I'm Unwritten ((Abby))

[ariel]

Ariel's bag swung around her ankles as she threw open the heavy oak doors to Hogwarts. As she weaved her way through the crowd, Ariel actually displayed a rather happy smile on her face. She was just so excited! She was going to Beltane soon with Jake! She wasn't sure if it was the new adventure waiting for her or Jake that she anticipated. Going to an event like this was completely out of whack for her, and she actually was going to try to welcome the change. All her life she had kept to the book, never trying a different path from the one she had set for herself. Jake's words had left an impending impression on her; he was right. She wasn't really alive. And it was this fact that made Ariel angry at herself. Why had she let her mother's departure bug her so? It was time she grew up and let the past stay in the past. It was time she focused on what was going on now and not how it related to Summer. That was where she had made the mistakes; trying not to do the same things as Summer. Well, look out everyone, 'cause Ariel Dahl isn't the same anymore! Ariel thought as she paraded up the hall toward the Ravenclaw common room. It seemed an awfully long walk... Ariel didn't do well under pressure. Looking at her bag, she sighed and made a U-turn, going back to the closest empty room.

Closing the door softly behind her, Ariel locked it with magic and turned to look around. It was a small room, and it held only a small cluster of desks and chairs. The window overlooked the lake. Smiling with satisfaction, Ariel set her things down on the closest desk and opened her bag. Inside was all the things she would be needing for Beltane, including a rather nifty dress. As her fingers brushed over the delicate fabric, her want to wear it intensified. With a sigh, Ariel walked back over to the door, made sure it was locked, and then changed into the dress. It was a snug fit... maybe she should have gotten a size bigger? No, then it would make her look like she was pregnant... Ariel looked at herself through the windowpane as best she could. It was a little deformed, but other then that she had a good view. It was a black dress, the top looking like a halter top and then it went down to mid thigh. It was a little low-line by the cleavage but not that bad... Ariel smiled thoughtfully. She liked it. Doing a small twirl, she felt the bottom of the dress lift up a bit, meaning she'd have to watch that. Otherwise, Ariel thought it a perfect match. She had a nice necklace and earrings to go with, and make-up, and she could curl her hair... oh dear, she was starting to think like those insufferable prats that called themselves "princesses" and worried about how "fat they looked." Ariel shot one last look at herself in the window, before unchanging and getting back into her old clothes; a yellow t-shirt and jeans. Once all done, Ariel laid the dress out on a table nearby. It looked so perfect. Smiling happily, Ariel sat down in the chair next to it.

As she sat there, contemplating her dress, a song came to mind. Ariel hesitated, wondering if she should... Standing, she walked over to the door, unlocked it, and peered outside. The corridor was empty. Well... She turned back to the classroom, not noticing that she had left the door open just a crack. Taking out the miniature speakers in her pocket that she carried around out of boredom, Ariel enlarged them and set them at different corners in the room. That done, she took out her small portable CD player and hooked it all up. She had charmed it to work around here without electricity. Smiling, Ariel turned it on. The CD she needed was already inside, so she had no worry about that. With a sudden blast, the music came on. Ariel's hands went to her ears; it was way too loud! Reaching for the volume tuner, she put it down a few notches and relaxed. Hopefully no one had heard that. And as the music blared, Ariel forgot that she was in school, in an empty classroom, listening to music. She just sang along to the song.
"I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined. I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned. Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window. Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find. Reaching for something in the distance. So close you can almost taste it. Release your innovations, feel the rain on your skin. No one else can feel it for you. Only you can let it in. No one else, no one else can speak the words on your lips. Drench yourself in words unspoken. Live your life with arms wide open. Today is where your book begins. The rest is still unwritten."

[abigail]

"Why don't I ever have anything decent to wear?!" Abby threw the soft Cotton skirt over her shoulder and onto her bed as she continued to search through her armoir. There were clothes scattered everywhere, heels and boots were strewed here and there, and there were cosmetics on her bed. No matter how much clothing Abby owned - it was never enough. Never enough compared to what Victoria had. Because Victoria had a walk in closet, she could have more than Abby could. Hogwarts didn't allow any walk in closets, and that upset Abby. How was she supposed to keep all her things in such a small space? After another ten minutes, Abby decided on a short jean skirt with a silk blouse that had opened sleeves that looped together with gold loops. The neckline plunged, but not too much and her necklace took the shock off it. Quickly she slipped on a pair of strappy sandals with a heel about three inches tall. She didn't want to take the time to fix her hair and make-up so she flicked her wand and looked in the mirror. Her hair had been braided and she had make-up that matched her outfit. Could she ever look anything less than perfect?

Satisfied, Abby picked up her black mini backpack and put that on before heading out of the Slytherin sixth year girls dormitories, and leaving the common room. Every one was getting ready for Beltane, and Abby was already finished. She didn't want to stick around with those who waited until last minute. She smirked at her confidence as she strolled through the corridors. There were gossiping younger girls who stopped talking as she passed them, they were afraid and that was good. Though Abby wouldn't waste her time on them. No one was worth her time less than them, the mudbloods. The filth. She found herself waking up in the middle of the night, feeling she was being choked because she couldn't breathe. That's how bad it was at Hogwarts. She had begged Mother to send her to Beauxbatons, but Mother wouldn't budge. Hogwarts was something that wasn't negotiable. Sometimes Abby envied Victoria for not having to attend the filthy school, then again Victoria hadn't any magic and for that Abby pitied her. Abby passed a door, but stopped when she heard music. Curious, she tried the handle but it was locked. Pulling out her wand, Abby pointed it to the lock; "Alohamora."

The door unlocked instantly, and Abby was able to push it open. She stepped inside to see a girl, about a year younger than her, singing to a stupid muggle song. Obviously, the girl wasn't a Slytherin. Normally, Abby wouldn't bother and would turn around and leave that instant. But something caught her attention and made her stay. This girl seemed so happy. So vibrant with joy. She reminded her of Victoria, and Abby felt that familiar pang off jealousy and hatred pierce her heart. She sat silent for a few more moments before screaming over the music; "What?! Has this school become a dance club?!" She didn't mean to sound so outrageous, but seeing something having more fun than she did - was something that Abby never settled with easily. She always had the best parties, the best music, the best everything. "Well?!" She shrieked at her.

[ariel]

Ariel felt good. She let her hand travel down the dress laying out on the table with a fondness she never would have guessed was in her. Loving a piece of fabric? How absurd! Ariel stopped her finger's movement reluctantly and was just about to stand up to put it away, still singing, when she was rudely interrupted. Ariel flushed scarlet as the girl began to scream her head off. Reaching forward, Ariel turned off the music so it was silent. Her ears rang with the girls' piercing scream and the loud music. The girl was obviously a little brat; just by the way she talked made Ariel want to stand and slap her. When Ariel had gathered herself, she gave the girl her full attention.

"First off, it wouldn't be a dancing club, but a singing club. As I obviously wasn't doing any dancing," she pointed out with a smug smile. "And secondly, do you realize how ridiculous you sound? Screaming like that?" She raised an eyebrow and shook her head. The girl had much to learn about people and, about herself. Unless she was proud of herself and how bratty she was, Ariel couldn't envy the girl much. She did seem to be able to afford fancy clothing however; Ariel noticed that the blouse was made of silk. It disgusted her. Ariel stood and folded up her dress, putting it gently back in the bag. While she did this, she continued to pester the girl. "Do you always just walk in on people like that? The door is closed for a reason, you know, and locked too. It doesn't mean just anyone is invited to walk in and scream." She raised her eyes to the girl, sitting back down in her chair, and folded her arms. "Don't you have better things to do, like maybe... oh, I dunno... buy yourself a matching silk skirt to match your silk blouse?" Ariel said in such a scathing tone she surprised herself.

[abigail]

"I'm not sure you understood me right, little girl. A dance club - has music. You don't necessarily have to dance, now do you?" Abby smirked at the thought at shook her head before closing the door behind her and leaning against it. When the girl started telling her how ridiculous she sounded, Abby's perfectly plucked eyebrow rose, "And do you realize how ridiculous you look? Seemingly enjoying the feel of the fabric. It goes on your skin, you wear it one night, and put it in your closet to forget the next morning. It's the cycle of clothing, it'd be absurd to actually fall in love with one article." The way Abby described the life of clothing was exactly how she treated hers. It was used only once, and then forgotten. She never wore the same thing twice - for if she did she would throw a tantrum about never having enough clothes to wear.

"As for just walking in and screaming, you're wrong. I couldn't just walk in, obviously because you had the door locked. And I didn't scream at you at first, if you hadn't your stereo turned up so bloody loud; you might have heard me speak before screaming. I know the purpose of locks, thanks for the lesson. I know they are intended to keep people out - but I am more clever than that, considering I am a witch." Abby looked at her nails and then sighed deeply, as if this girl was wasting her time when in truth she hadn't anything better to do. She had just lied to her, but so easily that it wouldn't ever be considered a lie unless they had a spell on her.

When the girl asked if she had anything better to do, like buy a silk skirt to match the silk blouse, Abby sneered; "Are you insane? Well, of course you are, you aren't worthy. Well, let me give you a lesson. A silk skirt has many opportunities to get ruined, silk can ruin easily, you know. One shouldn't wear it outside, but only use for special indoor occasions. Since I am heading off to the grounds to prepare for Beltane, wearing a silk skirt would just be hideous and not to mention utterly stupid."

[ariel]

Ariel rolled her eyes. "Right," she said, but as far as she knew the girl could be right. She had never gone to any club with music or dancing, so how would she know any better? Ariel closed her eyes briefly. It was always a painful wound in her side when she realized how foolish she had been her whole life. Avoiding the fun-things and becoming a hermit with only a love for books... she honestly had screwed up. And now that she realized her many mistakes, bringing them up like this made it sting and bleed. Opening her eyes, Ariel looked at her bag. She had just put the dress away, but the girl was quick to comment. Sighing, Ariel shrugged, losing her momentum in this confrontation. She felt herself shrink away from the girl, hoping she would just drop the whole subject.

"A dress can symbolize something much more then just a piece of fabric," she said. "It can symbolize love, compassion, art... anything that truly holds a place in your heart. And only people who could afford the luxury of many dresses would forget about it the next morning." Ariel listened without much intent as the girl ranted on about what she did when she came in the room was different from the way Ariel described it. So maybe the music had been turned up loud and the door had been locked, but who cared? "You Slytherins always have to find a way to prove yourselves in the right, don't you? Just because you did a few things differently then I explained, you have to go on and rant about it like it actually makes a difference." she said, trying to remain calm. This girl was impeccable though and an extreme pest. So highly annoying that Ariel wanted to just leave the room, but that would be so rude and unwarranted that she wouldn't allow herself to do so. Even if this girl deserved that type of treatment.

Her previous statement remained true as the girl then described how bad a silk skirt would have been. "Ever heard of sarcasm?" Ariel snapped, getting tired of the girl's constant bickering. Okay, so maybe she hadn't used that much sarcasm when she had said it, but she hadn't actually expected the girl to agree. Rolling her eyes feverishly, Ariel glared. "I'm not worthy, huh? I've heard that so many times it dead and dull. Can't Slytherins ever believe anything else? Just because someone isn't pure doesn't mean you're better then them. It means you have something they don't, but we have something else you don't, and that's probably something you'll never understand." Ariel said. "Now, how about you come over here and sit down so we can talk properly like civilized people, or we can continue to bicker at each other across the room. Your choice."

[abigail]

Abby yawned and fiddled with her skirt whil the girl spoke about a dress symbolizing much more than just a piece of fabric. She smirked and shook her head in disbelief, "How would you know? You probably don't wear dresses at all. Hell, you probably can't afford expensive dresses such as that one there, often, can you?" She raised her eyes to the girl and waited for her response. Abby never had to worry about costly things. Her father and her mother both came from very well to do families. Victoria and Abby both have a nice slice of inheritance as well when their father passes away, and Abby has her mother's too. Victoria, however, only had the bit Daddy gives her - and Abby gloated at that often. She would always be richer than Victoria, if not anything else.

"You speak of us as if we're a different species, where as your kind is the kind that should be wiped off the face of the Earth, if not committed into a psychiatric ward." Abby sneered as she moved away from the door and closer to the girl. This girl was minute, and frankly not worth her time. But once again, Abby felt herself drawn to stay...to finish this out, to leave victorious once more. She rarely, if ever, lost an argument, "Does anyone like to be wrong? If you didn't care so much then why persue it, why not drop it after I 'ranted'? Because you couldn't stand the fact that I had proved you wrong, you had to throw it in my face that my arrogant Slytherin ways make me worse than you. When you aren't any better." She rolled her eyes to the ceiling and then snapped her gaze back to the girl.

When the girl snapped at her about sarcasm and started going on about not being worthy and how Slytherins should start to believe in something else, Abby smirked; "I'm sorry, your sarcastic voice sounds an awful lot like your disrespectful and ignorant voice. Maybe next time you could clear it up, that or just not speak at all. As for Slytherins believing something else, we can't help it. Our world has been flooded with filth. You clog our day and you make our lives miserable, maybe we'll start paying mind to other things once your species wipes itself off the face of the Earth, that or let the Dark Lord do it for you. It's compeltely your choice, but if you ask me, I'd rather enjoy seeing the Dark Lord torture you before eliminating you completely."

Abby sat down in a huff and glared up at the girl who thought she was better than her. Why was she staying? She wasn't sure. Maybe this conversation would proove useful, who knew? Abby looked at her nails again, making a mental note to get a manicure, and then looked up at the girl once more; "Well, I stayed didn't I? Can't you start a conversation?"