Revenge is Sweet ((Ariane))

[Angel Sheridan R6]

Angel scowled as she marched through the corridors with a picture frame shoved in her book bag, wrapped in a thick scarf. She marched passed a crowd of first year girls and pushed passed another crowd of fourth year boys (who howled and wolf whistled as she passed by them) without even apologizing. The picture frame in her book bag was one of herself taken just months before her mother’s death. Her mother was in that picture of course, which was what irked Angel the most. The photo had been tampered with, by none other than Andrew Murphy, Angel’s stepbrother. Andrew got on Angel’s nerves more than anyone had ever done in her entire life. Even Hanson Fitson, a tall fat lump of a boy with a quick temper and a police record hadn’t annoyed her quite as much. Angel shuddered at the thought of Hanson. He was just about eighteen now, and he was the most bitter, crazy, most abnormal boy in the world. He had been trying for years to get Angel to go on a date with him, and every time Angel had declined. Well, all except once. Angel thought back to the first time Hanson asked her out and she accepted, eager to go on her first date. He seemed like an acceptable boy (even though he was sixteen at the time, which was two years older than Angel) who was somewhat good looking (he wasn’t quite so fat back then) so Angel decided to give him a chance. It was the worst mistake she had ever made in her life. Hanson took her to one of his wild parties and after a few drinks, he went crazy. He pressured her into doing things she wasn’t ready to do and when she refused, he got mad. He slapped her across the face and Angel poured a drink on him and kicked him in the most uncomfortable place and stomped away as others watched her. Hanson had been trying to ask her out again ever since. She rolled her eyes as she reached the entrance to the Gryffindor common room and waited outside.

Meanwhile, the muffled voice of her photo (which was originally a muggle photo that did not move or speak) was jabbering away in her bag. “Hi, I’m Angel and I am just the sweetest little thing to walk this earth.” It said sarcastically. “I love my teachers and I always do what I’m told. I’m pushy, annoying, and I act like I’m ten even though I’m sixteen. I’ve never even had a real boyfriend because I’m just too darn scared…” Angel noticed Andrew walk out of the common room with some girl. “Whoops,”The photo said. “I said a bad word. Looks like I have to go wash my mouth out with soap now…” Andrew rolled his eyes as he saw Angel approaching him. Angel smiled wickedly. She would get Andrew back for performing the “Vigoro” spell on her photo. Angel stomped over to Andrew and the girl looked at him with a confused stare. “Do you know this girl, Andrew?” She asked looking up at him with her large green eyes.

“Uhh…never heard of her.” He said, with a death stare toward Angel. She merely glared at him.

“Well I should think so, considering you’ve been avoiding me all month. Have these past months meant nothing to you, Andrew? Ugh! I should have known you were just another one of those jerks!” She gave him a piercing stare that told him quite bluntly he shouldn’t have played that trick on Angel. The girl slapped Andrew in the face and stomped away. Angel did feel a bit of remorse, but Andrew had deserved it. Maybe he would finally learn from his mistakes. Andrew gave Angel a “I’ll get you back for this” look and followed after the girl. Angel just smirked and leaned against the wall. She would feel terrible about doing this to Andrew later, but for now, Angel enjoyed the sweet flavor of revenge as she leaned against the wall outside the common room.

[Ariane Chan]

Ariane smoothed Atalanta’s dark feathers down fondly, feeding her an owl treat before opening the dormitory window and letting her pet squeeze through the tight gap. She always just about made it, and Ariane watched her fly off into the distance, to become a black speck in the sky. “Bye.” Ariane muttered softly as Atalanta faded into the diluted blue and wash of grey white. The afternoon sun glittered onto the pane of glass and reflected into Ariane’s eyes, forcing her to retreat and shut the window. The air was frosty outside anyway, due to it nearing winter, and she didn’t want to let too much of the cold in lest her dorm mates begin to complain. They weren’t here right now, but they were all used to Ariane’s odd ways; enough to know that if the dorm felt like an iceberg, it was bound to have been Ariane’s fault, because she was the only one who didn’t revel in warmth. Ariane didn’t want the trouble, because she had always managed to keep the peace with her fellow inhabitants; she just kept her distance and was rewarded with solitude, which was what she wanted. They stayed out of her business, and she theirs.

Picking up her wand, Ariane organised the small mess on her bed into a neat pile, filing some items away into her bag and some into her trunk. Pushing it back under her four-poster bed, Ariane glanced around her area swiftly, before heading out of the room. As much as she enjoyed the space to herself, it was usually short lived, and Ariane had better things to do than sit around all day, staring out of her window. She decided she’d take a walk in the cold, with only light robes on; Ariane had never cared to shield herself from the chilly air, unlike Aurora, who would take comfort in multiple layers, scarves and gloves. She even had a pair of earmuffs (well, so did Harmony). Ariane tucked her wand into her pocket as she crossed the half full Gryffindor Common Room, which was extremely warm from the crackling flames burning in the fireplace, licking its stone prison as students mingled noisily. Ariane barely spared people a glance as she made her way past bunches of friends, noting only the heat of the room that began to itch at her skin. Ariane ached for some fresh, cold air, not this place where she rarely spent her time in. In all her five years at Hogwarts, Ariane hadn’t spent more than five minutes in the Gryffindor Common Room. There was never any need. She spoke to no one else in her house unless they approached her (usually for unmeaningful conversations which lasted seconds at most), and Ariane’s friends were all Hufflepuffs. She was slightly annoyed she wasn’t a Huffle, really, along with Aurora and Harmony, but inside, Ariane was actually very proud and loyal to her house, despite some awful people that resided with her.

One example was Andrew Murphy. Ariane’s sharp gaze bored into the back of his head as he exited the Common Room with a recognisable girl. Ariane had never gotten the impression that this boy was anything but decent. She waited till the pair had left the room, glanced around with a bored expression, before also leaving, not wanting to know where the couple were going in case they were heading in the same direction as her. Ariane passed through the Common Room portrait and into the corridor, where she saw Andrew unattached to that girl he was with before; rather, he was running after her. Blinking, Ariane chose to turn in the other direction, the quicker way to the Grounds, before she almost bumped into someone standing by the wall. “Sorry.” Ariane muttered under her breath as she took a step back, reeling from her near contact with the immobile figure. She could swear she had gotten physically weaker since her arrival back at Hogwarts, ever since that incident. Her stomach still protested at times, and a scar still ran along her abdomen to remind her of a hated memory. Ariane knew, every single time she got changed and glimpsed that familiar scar, that she would be seeing her father in the Christmas holidays, which although seemed somewhat far away right now, she was sure would be hurtling round the corner before she knew it.

Ariane wasn’t scared of seeing her father again. She was merely reluctant. Worried. Anxious. Aurora had tried to comfort Ariane in telling her that it was a normal reaction, yet it did not… could not possibly ease the feelings, could it? Ariane just didn’t want to face her father after what she had done, rather than what he had done to her. Despite all the things she had been told by people… Harmony, Aurora… even Tristan, Ariane couldn’t let the guilt go. “Sorry.” Ariane repeated again as she glanced upwards, only to recognise Angel Sheridan’s visage. “Angel.” Ariane nodded in acknowledgement, before side stepping the Ravenclaw in her year. She still had the Grounds to get to, and Ariane had little else to say to a girl she had barely ever spoken to. Ariane didn’t have a problem with Angel; she just didn’t have any bond with her either. She seemed a nice girl… decent. But then again, a lot of people Ariane was aware of that were “decent” too.

[Angel Sheridan R6]

Angel was enjoying her moments of pure glory when all of a sudden; she felt an instant pressure against her shoulder. Someone had just accidentally crashed into her. She wasn’t really hurt; she was just surprised at the sudden change in her environment. She blinked a few times to clear her head, when she recognized the girl in front of her. Ariane Chan was a Gryffindor in her year. She was pretty quiet and was known for her temper, but Angel was sure she was a nice girl. Ariane muttered a few words of apology and Angel merely smiled. “It’s fine. Are you all right? That looked like it hurt.” Angel looked at Ariane, who seemed like she just didn’t want to be talking to her right now. Angel could understand. After all, she barely knew Ariane at all. She had heard some rumours about her family life, but Angel wasn’t really one to pay much attention to rumours. Angel normally didn’t like when people talked about her, so she showed the same kind of respect to other people by not continuing the never-ending cycle of gossip. She wasn’t one of those giggly little girls who went around spreading false tales about people to get what she wanted. She left that to the type of girls that Andrew normally dated. She was sure that green-eyed girl was just like the others. She probably believed she would be the one to change Andrew’s ways. She wanted to be his sweetheart, the one that stopped his flirtatious ways and made him a one woman’s man. Mostly all of the girls who dated him had that general goal. None of them had succeeded so far, and she doubted that any of them would succeed any time soon. She did however; wish all of them the best of luck. Changing a guy like Andrew Murphy would be a brutally difficult task.

She brushed off the sleeves of her robes as she glanced out the window. It was so pretty outside today. The leaves were turning into deep shades of orange, yellow, and red as they glided softly to the ground. She loved fall. It was such a beautiful time of the year. It was perfect. It was never too hot, nor was it ever too cold. The weather was always kept at a brisk cool temperature that was always easy to handle. She averted her gaze on the window and turned to Ariane. She had sort of a depressed look in her eyes, but she could also tell that Ariane was trying to hide it with her attitude. Angel always had an amazing knack for almost reading people’s minds by the expression in their eyes. It always seemed to give away everything to her. She remembered how on the day after her mother’s death, she could tell by the look in her father’s eyes that he was hurting. He didn’t let on at all. In fact, he kept a perfectly expressionless face and when he spoke, his voice was almost monotone. He showed no emotion throughout the entire day, and he never shed a tear during his wife’s funeral. But Angel could see it. Angel could tell that deep down, he wanted to cry. He wanted to break down and beg god to give his wife back. It turned out that Leo Sheridan was only so calm because he wanted to put on a brave face for his children. She heard him saying so to his mother on the telephone one day.

If the rumours about Ariane and her mother were true, then that must have been the reason for Ariane’s sad eyes. She felt sorry for Ariane, for she had been there too. She had lost a mother as well. She knew what it was like to lose a part of her soul. “Are you okay? You don’t look so good.” Angel asked Ariane with a worried look.

((sorry it took so long and that the reply is so short..hopefully I'll do a bit better on the next one))

[Ariane Chan]

“Fine.” Ariane replied shortly as she nodded her head in affirmation, tilting her head to the side to move strands of hair covering her eyes. Her gaze ran down Angel quickly, scanning in concern for injury as she prepared to take her leave. “… You?” Her impatience was not obvious. Nothing was, really. Ariane looked and acted like a stone statue – devoid of emotions with that blank look of hers. She wasn’t cold or icy really – she just preferred to avoid her classmates and everyone else in general. Ariane was known for being antisocial. A lot of people compared her to a Slytherin girl called India Nightingale, who had a mute twin sister in her house by the name of Skye. India was known for also being just as blank as a canvas; only difference was India was rather horrible to her peers, whilst Ariane was generally respectful, and India was much more feared than Ariane was. Still, Ariane had her own reputation to contend to; she did wonder at times what made India tick the way she did. Ariane knew herself and her ways, so what were India’s? Surely that contentious girl had a reason to be the way she was. In fact, Ariane was sure she did, but that didn’t mean she wanted to find out. Although Aurora had influenced her to think outside the box, in colour rather than black and white so that she tried hard to place herself in other’s shoes and walk around in their skin, Ariane still maintained an uncaring attitude towards strangers. She just didn’t care about them at all.

Ariane did care for other’s welfare though. If placed in a situation where she could help save someone’s life, there was no doubt in Ariane’s mind she would do it. However, she just couldn’t… or rather, didn’t bring herself to concern herself about other people’s affairs. To get yourself involved in something that wasn’t to do with you was foolish, Ariane felt, and her ethic was not about to change. So she was slightly anxious about Angel’s condition right now, though not enough for her to actively become concerned and voice this to the Ravenclaw. Ariane disliked hurting people unless she felt they truly deserved it. However, she hadn’t bumped into Angel too hard, so Ariane assumed she wasn’t too hurt, right? Obviously, since Angel was now asking Ariane about herself, and staring at her eyes in a rather creepy manner. Unnerved, Ariane’s own gaze turned somewhat guarded, and answered Angel’s question as shortly and quickly as possible. She had places to go, things to do. Now wasn’t the time for mindless chitchat with strangers. “Fine.” Ariane repeated again more firmly. “Thank you for your concern, but I’m fine. Nothing more than tiredness.” She offered as a lame explanation to get Angel off her back. Ariane was somewhat grateful for Angel’s concern, but on the other hand, the Ravenclaw could easily be “phat chatting” (a term used for “small talk”), trying to make the situation a little lighter for the atmosphere. Ariane knew she was a difficult person to be around, but she didn’t particularly care. She had to put up with other people’s indecencies, so she had every right to make others take her as she was.

Judging from Angel’s expression, she was thinking about something, and Ariane wondered what – not because she cared what Angel was thinking about, as she had never been curious about other people’s affairs – but because she was anxious that it had something to do with herself. If Ariane had to guess though, Angel’s question and the look on her face stemmed from possible rumours about her mother’s death, and Ariane and Harmony’s subsequent departure from school which had lasted much longer than the intended few days. Ariane wasn’t popular, but she was well known, and her lack of presence may have been too obvious for the nosy people who kept an eye on her. The fact that quiet little Harmony had also been missing didn’t help the Chans’ situation back at Hogwarts. The sisters had arrived back at school for the last week of term last year, but perhaps the rumours were still prominent in the student body. Ariane wondered if it had anything to do with her ranging moods recently, but dispelled that thought since no one had suffered the backlash of her mixed emotions just yet. Ariane hated to think what people were saying about her, but because she didn’t care about them, and her own reputation, it didn’t affect her too much. But the fact it was the topic of her mother made it slightly more painful than it should be for Ariane. With a sigh, she glanced at Angel again, her mood having switched again due to thinking about her mother. Thoughts about her father could wait for now. “What have you heard then?” Ariane demanded quietly of the Ravenclaw. “What have you heard about me, Angel?”