Pent-up Anger ((Angel))

[Adrina De Luca]

Adrina felt like pushing or hurting something. It was a rare mood she was in, but it was there none the less. Some people would call the mere thought of this mood ‘a cry for help’, but that wasn’t it at all. Adrina merely got like this from time to time. And when she did, people simply had to watch out. It was as easy as that. A lot of things attributed to this mood of Adrina’s. For one thing, Danny’s quick appearance and disappearance (Adrina was to blame for his disappearance, really) had completely upset Adrina’s way of living. It had though off her balance, if you will. She had become unfocussed because of his visit and she was becoming more distant that ever. Adrina wanted to only blame Danny for this, but even she knew that she couldn’t. Adrina had pushed him away this time, after all, but that was just what she did and this stubborn Italian girl couldn’t change the way that she simply was. Well, she wasn’t going to try at least. No, Adrina didn’t have the sense for that. She was stubborn through-and-through just as some claimed to be Gryffindors through-and-through. Adrina had never claimed that really. Nope, wasn’t like her to say such a thing.

Then there was Kael. What was there to say about him? Nothing. Absolutely nothing or at least Adrina wanted to say that, but she couldn’t. Adrina wasn’t stupid. Never before had Adrina felt such a connection to a boy, but she wouldn’t admit it because she was sure that Kael wouldn’t admit it either or maybe he didn’t feel it at all. Adrina didn’t feel this particular connection with Danny. No, with him it was something familiar. Their connection was something that she had felt for such a long time. This one with Kael was new. This one was nothing and that was why Adrina liked it. Adrina didn’t know what it meant and she didn’t care. She just liked having him there even if she wouldn’t tell him so. For the moment, there were only three people Adrina wanted to talk to. Aria had been in and out of the hospital lately. It seemed that her CF was finally catching up to her, so she was unable to talk to. Plus, Aria was busy with Gia, Adrina’s own pride-and-joy, but Gia had been spending more time with Aunt Kat since Aria’s illness. Adrina wished that she could go see Gia, but she rarely had the time even if the guilt of it all was building up inside of her. And even if Adrina wanted to talk to Kael, could she? She knew that she could, but she didn’t know if she was ready to.

All of these tiresome concerns and guilty feelings had finally taken a toile on Adrina, but she wasn’t going to feel sad. No, that was never an option for her. It wasn’t an option when her parent’s died or when Danny left the first time so it wasn’t an option now. So, all of these things led to anger. It was as simple and yet completely complicated as that. Adrina wasn’t about to let her guard down or give in. She never would. She was just that stubborn. Adrina walked the halls, the fire building up in her. Why? She didn’t really know. The fact that she was pushing emotions into the wrong place didn’t occur to her at all. She felt like being angry. It came naturally to her and she was good at it. Why deny something that you’re good at?

Adrina finally made her way to the grounds. Why? She really didn’t know, but why not? Adrina wasn’t even the mood to study and even if she was, her grades were pretty good as they were even if they could be better. Plus, she couldn’t handle studying. She felt that if she did, she might explode. It was destined to happen some time or another, but was this time upon her yet? Adrina felt like screaming, but she wouldn’t. She was too stubborn and emotionally crazy for that. She had always been that way. She found herself walking in a straight line. She was headed straight towards the lake actually. Good thing she wasn’t stupid. Then she would have fallen straight into the water. No, not stupid. More like strangely crazy even if she wouldn’t admit it. Yea, maybe that was it.

Adrina had stopped herself at a cliff. It was a rather steep one with jagged rocks at the bottom. She wasn’t going to jump. She wanted that thick, but she wanted to do something. Scream, yell, something. Why couldn’t she? Why wouldn’t she let herself? Stubborn. She had always been like that. Adrina wasn’t sure how long she had been staring at the jagged rocks. She didn’t care, but it wasn’t until she heard a voice that she turned around. “What are you doing?” She asked sternly. Well, it was more like a yell. “I’m not in the mood to laugh or giggle or take part in some witty banter so if that’s what you want, move on. There’s a rather adorable looking Flufflefluff over there that is eyeing you now. Go talk to him and leave me the hell alone, got that?” Yes, she did mean to call them Flufflefluffs. They were so fluffy and odd to her that she had been thinking of calling them that for awhile. After a second, the girl was still standing there. Adrina was nearly shocked that she hadn’t scared her away. “Okay, let me say that again, I can’t offer you fun and laughs and I bet that is all you want, so would you care to leave before I do something completely ridiculous or get more people to stare at me like I’m a maniac.” She saw the people looking around at them. Well, more like they were looking at Adrina. She didn’t care. They could think that she was crazy if they wanted. Maybe she was. Adrina looked to the girl again. She slowed her breathing down a bit and sighed. Was this it? Was the crazy Adrina De Luca finally breaking down? Not likely.

[Angel Sheridan R6]

Today was one of those days. Today was one of those days when the world seemed out to get her, and that nothing would ever work out according to plan. Angel seemed to be the only sixteen-year-old girl without any mother to fight with. Sure, she had her stepmother Emily, but it just wasn’t the same. Angel barely knew Emily, and if anything, the two shared a sort of awkward friendly bond for the moment. Emily, and her two sons had only been living in the Sheridan household for a couple of weeks. Emily had probably adjusted by now, but her sons, along with her oldest stepson were at Hogwarts, living life exactly like they did when they had been living with their mother. The only difference was that now, when Andrew and Tyler sent owls to home, the owls flew towards the Sheridan household instead of the Murphy’s. She did feel bad for Andrew and little Tyler, but she didn’t pay much attention to it, as it was almost impossible to feel sorry for jerks like Andrew Murphy. All he did when they were around others was ignore Angel like she wasn’t there. However, when Andrew knew no one was around, he didn’t hesitate to bewitch her beloved photographs or paint her face in various shades of red. Angel rolled her eyes just thinking about Andrew. He made her so angry, and yet she never let any of her anger out. She kept it all bottled up inside, and it was bound to break loose sometime. Angel didn’t want to think about anger or sadness. She wanted to think about something happy.

Unfortunatley, nothing happy came to mind. The sadness and hidden anger were gone, but in its place, a thorough confusion had set in. She didn’t understand Hanson Fitson. He used to be the most sour, crazy, short tempered psycho that ever walked the earth. Now, after about a year in prison, he was supposedly a changed person. Hanson was going to be in Hogsmeade tomorrow, although Angel wasn’t sure if she was going to go. How could she trust Hanson after all this time? How could he trust Hanson after that fight a few years back, with Angel’s good friend Carson. She just couldn’t forgive Hanson, no matter how many sugar coated words he sent her way. Angel didn’t want to believe he was a changed man. Even if he wasn’t, Hanson was still eighteen years old. He was far too old for her. Angel brushed her fingers through her light brown hair as she walked along the grounds with her hands stuffed in her robe pocket. She didn’t know what to do about her situation with Hanson. What if she arrived in Hogsmeade tomorrow, only to find he was still the fat ugly mean boy he had been before he had left for prison. He had almost killed Carson, who was only eight years old at the time. She couldn’t possibly forgive him. Angel found herself walking to places she didn’t know and she suddenly stopped in front of a small cliff, where an angry looking girl was standing. Hearing Angel’s footsteps, the girl turned around and immediately exploded in Angel’s face. She was accusing Angel of wanting to laugh and giggle with her. Angel wasn’t the type. Angel’s goody-goody reputation had followed her everywhere. She didn’t want to be known as the good girl anymore. She wasn’t just the good girl. The girlthen accused some “Flufflepuff” boy of eyeing her. She didn’t like the term “Flufflepuff” at all. She hated the stereotype that was put on the poor Hufflepuffs. She knew quite a few who weren’t fluffy at all. Take Carson for instance. Carson McGreggor was just as fluffy and adorable as a rabid junk yard dog. Angel could feel the eyes of many people on her back. She tried to stay calm as she spoke to the girl, who seemed to be a Gryffindor in her year. Maybe she knew Andrew. Perhaps this wasn’t the time to ask though.

“Okay, first off, I’m not exactly in a laugh and giggle mood either. Secondly, I don’t appreciate the term you are using for the Hufflepuffs. It’s not very nice to use stereotypical terms such as the one you just fired. You may want to know that if you actually took the time to get to know a Hufflepuff, you’d know that most of them aren’t as nice as their stereotype says they are.” Angel riased her eyebrow, almost challenging the girl to fire back. Maybe Angel's hidden anger will finally rear it's ugly head on this sour Gryffindor girl.

[Adrina De Luca]

Had Adrina ever been this angry before? Well, as a child she had been known to try and drown her dolls, but they were annoying her after all. Besides, she had never been the doll kind of girl, but Aunt Kat insisted on buying her the hideous things. She had to get the message across that she hated them some how. So, trying to drown them was an easy fix. Plus, for an added bonus, Adrina was left it near solitude for a week which she liked after her parents died. Back then, some alone time was like a birthday gift. Adrina wasn’t so sure of that anymore, though. She had changed a lot since then for sure, but was it a good change? Anything had to be better than drowning dolls to get less attention, right? For the moment, anything was better than the why she was acting. Adrina couldn’t explain nor would she have gone back and made it any different. She wasn’t a dreamer; she never wished to changed things. She said what she said and she meant it. Was she acting crazy? Yes. Was she a bit out of the normal? Yes. At least she wasn’t drowning dolls.

Adrina looked at the girl. Okay, maybe she had been a tad harsh, but she would never admit that. Nope, it was that stubborn thing. Adrina couldn’t give that up nor would she. Adrina looked up to the crowd of people that were fathering around. She rolled her eyes. “Scatter.” She said waving her hand. No one moved. “NOW.” Everyone cleared out leaving Adrina with the girl that she had practically just screamed at. Adrina wasn’t about to take anything she said back, but she could a little cleaning up. Just a little. “Good.” She said in response to the girl declaring that she wasn’t in a giggle move. Adrina didn’t like girls like that to say the least. What? They were annoying among other things. Adrina sighed as the girl said that she didn’t like the stereotyping. Adrina basically rolled her eyes. So much for clearing the air.

“Please. I’m the most stereotyped girl in this school.” She told the girl soundly. “If I can take it so can they.” Adrina eyed the girl for a moment. Ravenclaw, obviously. Slytherin and Gryffindor were certainly out and the girl would be more defensive if she were in Hufflepuff. Adrina eyed the girl wondering if she understood what she had said about her being the most stereotyped girl in the school. She rolled her eyes finally. What? She wasn’t in a grown-up mood. “Girl with a baby, that’s me. And that’s what they call me to. But, I deal with it. They can deal with being called ‘Flufflepuffs. And I do know a Hufflepuff rather well.” She said nearly defensively. Adrina would never call Kael such a thing, but he didn’t have a head full of air either. Adrina judged people quickly sometimes, but perhaps it was because she was judged so harshly. “Not all of them are nice of course but the word ‘fluff’ doesn’t mean nice, now does it?” She raised an eye-brow momentarily. Adrina sighed and eyed the girl, waiting for her to respond.

[Angel Sheridan R6]

Angel looked around as all the onlookers scattered, right at the girl’s command. Despite how scared Angel would have been if she was one of those children, (who were mostly younger than them) she knew this girl could not possibly always be this bitter. For all Angel knew, she could have just been having a rough day, and Angel had just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when the girl’s anger was about to implode all over anyone who came across her. Although, Angel had to admit this girl’s anger was very strong. She must have been holding in all her emotions for quite a while to explode like this. Her anger had to be due to something more than just a bad week. Angel felt sorry for the girl and hoped she would feel better soon. Angel hated seeing people upset, even if it was someone she barely knew. When Angel said she wasn’t exactly in a giggle mood, (that was a complete understatement) the girl spat the word good at her coldly. Angel wasn’t exactly having the easiest time lately either. She was just getting used to living with the Murphy’s, and it was not an easy transition. Her family was everywhere, and even at Hogwarts it was impossible to get away from her three brothers. Besides, Angel wasn’t exactly the gossip and giggle type of girl. But then again, who wouldn’t be? After all, she had grown up all around men. She had absolutely no sisters, four brothers, and her best friend was a boy as well. Angel was constantly surrounded by boys. Not to mention her stepmother could pass for a man if she wanted to. Not that Emily Murphy was ugly or anything, she just acted a lot like her sons. She hated shopping, she loved sports, and her nails were bitten down and looked like she had never gotten her nails done in her life. Angel sighed as she rubbed her temples.

The girl spat something that Angel couldn’t quite catch. It was something about being the most stereo typed girl in the school. Angel highly doubted that. She could name many girls who weren’t what they seemed. Angel’s eyes widened and she almost gasped with realization. That girl was Drina De Luca! She was that poor girl with the baby from last year. Angel felt a rush of sympathy flow through her. Angel interrupted Adrina in the middle of her rant about actually knowing a Hufflepuff. “Well first off, there’s plenty of other stereotyped girls in this school, so don’t pretend you’re the only one on the planet who’s got it bad. Secondly, you don’t need to be sour to me. I stood up for you many times last year, or do you not remember? You aren’t very thankful are you, Adrina? And thirdly, if you actually know a Hufflepuff, then you’ll know there’s more to people than their labels.” She paused in the middle of her speech. “For example, I happen to know that you are not just a girl with a baby. You are Adrina De Luca, and you are more than what people say you are.”Angel sighed in frustration. It was one thing to be stereotyped, but it was another thing to stereotype yourself.