School Can Be Fun, Silly. ((Jami))

[wendi]

Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We wont hear a word they say
They don’t know us anyway
Watch it burn
Let it die
Cause we are finally free tonight.

Wendi stopped dancing as the music on the muggle boom-box faded away. She sat down on the bench and rubbed her tired feet. Wendi loved dancing but she always ended up so tired when choreographing a new song. Some of the routines Wendi practiced were taught to her, but she made most of them up herself. She was rather good at choreographing actually. She had learned this after she had stopped singing. It wasn’t that Wendi didn’t like to sing. She did. It was just that after a while, she wasn’t obsessed with it any longer. Plus, why have one hobby when you could just jump around to many different ones? So, Wendi went back to dancing and learned that she loved it. Well, accept for ballet. It was too structured or so she though. Wendi took a sip from her water bottle as she slipped her jazz shoes back on. She picked up her bag, but left the boom box. It would be there when she decided to come back. After all, Wendi was sure that not many people would go to the Room of Requirement and say “I need a place to dance.” Many people didn’t know about the room at all. Wendi had heard Jami talk about it when he became a Prefect years before. She loved dancing in the room all by herself with no distractions. Wendi pulled her dance bag over her shoulder and left the room.

Wendi walked through the halls making her way to her dormitory. She hated wearing her dance clothes when she wasn’t dancing. She felt hot and sticky. Wendi eyed the glances she got from her outfit, but she didn’t care too much. It was easy to guess what she had been doing anyways. Wendi hummed to herself picking up her pace. She glanced about the halls. She hadn’t seen Carr lately. Probably not a bad thing. Wendi felt as if he blamed her for Emory’s death. The old Carr knew Wendi better than that. She wanted nothing to do with the new Carr. Wendi sighed. She didn’t miss her old best-friend though. Oh well. Times changed and people had to go on with their eyes. Wendi had learned this at a young age. Wendi finally reached the Hufflepuff Common Room, muttered the password and raced up to her dorm.

Twenty minutes later, Wendi walked around the common room with her books in hand. She had changed into jeans, and a black and pink punk-rock shirt. Her wavy blonde hair swayed along her back. Wendi bit her lip looking for a place to write her essay for Charms. It seemed like all of the third years had chosen to actually do their homework. She sighed leaving the Common Room. The one time Wendi needed a quiet place to do her work and she couldn’t find a spot. Her dormitory was full of noise; a lot of girls ran around gossiping and what not. It didn’t normally bother Wendi, but it did when she had things to do. Wendi ignored any glances from fellow Hufflepuffs as she left the room. Wendi usually didn’t gossip spread around her, but apparently it was rather amazing that she was the Head Boy’s little sister. Annoying really. Jamison was the one who should have been getting all the praise, not Wendi. But, apparently being his sister made her a little prodigy. Wendi a prodigy. Ha.

Wendi’s face lit up as she entered the Student Lounge and saw an oh-so-familiar face. Her hair bounced behind her as she briskly walked over to the older boy and took a seat. He still wasn’t looking at her. Wendi laughed at the boy with his head buried in his book. “Jeez, Head Boy. You study maniac. Shouldn’t you be guarding a magical room or something right about now?” She joked with her brother as she pulled out her Charms book and some plain parchment. She started at her tired-looking brother. “You look frazzled. Tough year?” She asked flipping through the pages of her book eyeing her brother every moment or so.

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“Hey don’t run!” Jamison called after the young Gryffindor boys. He sighed. It seemed that all he did was tell the younger students not to run. Did they really have to be so annoying. He sighed. He could deduct house points, but they were gone. Besides, they probably wouldn’t think much of it. Jamison tugged his books as they almost fell out of his hands. He really needed to study. He wasn’t getting to do that much. Head Boy duties took up a good bit of his time plus Jamison had been keeping an eye on Wendi. That was a job in itself. It seemed that every time Jamison and Wendi let their guard down, something bad happened. They wouldn’t let this happen again. Jamison walked towards the Student Lounge. The fifth year prefects had made a habit of chatting in the Prefect’s Lounge during all hours of the day it seemed. Jamison still went in there to talk with fellow Prefects, but now he was finding that it was easier to study in the lounge. First years liked to gather in the common room. The lounge seemed empty at time which was exactly what Jamison needed to study. Jamison glanced down the hall as he walked.

Minutes later, Jamison was reading a section from his Transfiguration Book. He never really had a problem with the subject, but he did need to keep the good grades up. After all, this was his final year at Hogwarts. Jamison didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize he chances for a job after graduation. He heard giggling Hufflepuff girls outside of the door, but didn’t pay it any attention. For once he needed to study and nothing more. This was his intention until he heard a familiar voice beside him. Jamison didn’t have to look up to know who it was. He laughed still looking down at his book. “Well, believe it or not, the magical rooms at Hogwarts are very much capable of guarding themselves.” He joked before glancing up to the blonde figure looking at him. “Surely you know that Bend.”

Jamison had made a pattern of calling Wendi Bend lately. Wend-bend was a nickname that Jamison had given Wendi at birth. So, Bend seemed to be appropriate. Plus, it was fun to joke with her about the name. Jamison nodded slightly. “Yea, I should have known that seventh was tough, but no..I went on thinking that it couldn’t be too hard.” He sighed. “Boy was I wrong.” Well, it wasn’t overly hard, but it was the toughest year Jamison had faced. Tutors had prepared him for his first year, but nothing could prepare him for his seventh . Jamison glanced up at Wendi as he remembered something from seconds before. “Wait, the great Wendi Parson is studying? Wow.” Jamison said laughing a tad. Jamison had always worked hard for his grades, but he was rather good at school in general. Wendi was naturally smart, but she didn’t work at it. She never really had.