Post by Aethie White on Jun 7, 2009 22:05:22 GMT -7
It's so strange to be back in England again...I've become so used to Greece that even now I see the blue-green water and the bright sunlight behind my eyelids when I blink. And then there's Phimie...even after eight years, I still talk to her as if she's just in the other room.
I met Padril Crennent in the Three Broomsticks the other day. It was the first time I'd seen him since we graduated - ironically, I was reading his book when he came upon me. We chatted for a while, I tried to flirt, and failed miserably - however, he has asked me if I'd like to go for drinks this Saturday. I'm not sure if this can technically be qualified as a "date" because he said he was going to invite some of the old crowd - I can only assume that means Harley and Jaden (ugh). Even so, I said yes, of course.
It's strange - I never gave Padril a thought when we were at Hogwarts together. I mean, of course, I knew him - he was Head Boy, and I was a Prefect - but we never really moved in the same circles. I suppose it was because he was so close with Harley and Jaden, and well...everyone knew how Jaden and I felt about each other. There's never been any love lost between us. Sigh...as horrible as it sounds, I hope something awful happens so she's not able to make it on Saturday.
Anyway. Back to Padril. I never even considered the possibility that I might like-like him while we were in school, but when I saw him the other day? It was the strangest thing, I couldn't stop blushing, or thinking about how good-looking he is. It's so frustrating...I have all this Veela magic and yet I've never learned how to flirt. The closest I've ever come to a relationship was that disastrous affair with Aguila in seventh year. So the long and short of it is, I made a royal ass of myself and I'm pretty sure Padril will never see me as more than just 'that pretty Hufflepuff prefect'.
If only Phimie were here. She was always such a flirt...even as a kid. It's been eight years since she died, and I still miss her like crazy. I'd give anything to have her back, even just for one day, to have someone like a sister to talk to about this. I've no doubt in my mind that Phimie would be able to teach me how to flirt effectively without having to blast Veela magic all over the place.
She'd be just about finished her seventh year at Hogwarts now, and she'd probably have her own little entourage of friends and admirers following her about. She was always less careless about her Veela magic than I was...but even without using her magic she was prettier than I. She smiled and laughed more.
I wonder what house she would have been in? She used to say she wanted be in Hufflepuff, so she could be with me, but I think she would have been in Gryffindor. She was so strong, so brave - not like me. Even on the day she died, she wasn't afraid of the strong current. She swam right out into it, laughing all the while, teasing me for being so cautious.
Why does it still hurt so much to think of her? It's been eight years since her death, and yet tears still well up in my eyes when I think about her and I've yet to tell a single person about her, or about what happened to her. I see her in my dreams all the time, sometimes alive and sometimes I see her as she was that day at the beach, her skin blue, her eyes half-closed. An eerie half-smile on her lips. Sometimes I hear her screams for help as the current dragged her out too far. And I still wonder...why her and not me? She was so full of life...rushing right out to meet everything head on, while I hung back, avoiding life and lurking in the shadows. It seems so unfair that she was taken before she had a chance to live.
You know, I've never really had a close girl friend. I've never really had any close friends at all. Maybe that's why I still miss Phimie so much...she was the only friend I ever had.
I met Padril Crennent in the Three Broomsticks the other day. It was the first time I'd seen him since we graduated - ironically, I was reading his book when he came upon me. We chatted for a while, I tried to flirt, and failed miserably - however, he has asked me if I'd like to go for drinks this Saturday. I'm not sure if this can technically be qualified as a "date" because he said he was going to invite some of the old crowd - I can only assume that means Harley and Jaden (ugh). Even so, I said yes, of course.
It's strange - I never gave Padril a thought when we were at Hogwarts together. I mean, of course, I knew him - he was Head Boy, and I was a Prefect - but we never really moved in the same circles. I suppose it was because he was so close with Harley and Jaden, and well...everyone knew how Jaden and I felt about each other. There's never been any love lost between us. Sigh...as horrible as it sounds, I hope something awful happens so she's not able to make it on Saturday.
Anyway. Back to Padril. I never even considered the possibility that I might like-like him while we were in school, but when I saw him the other day? It was the strangest thing, I couldn't stop blushing, or thinking about how good-looking he is. It's so frustrating...I have all this Veela magic and yet I've never learned how to flirt. The closest I've ever come to a relationship was that disastrous affair with Aguila in seventh year. So the long and short of it is, I made a royal ass of myself and I'm pretty sure Padril will never see me as more than just 'that pretty Hufflepuff prefect'.
If only Phimie were here. She was always such a flirt...even as a kid. It's been eight years since she died, and I still miss her like crazy. I'd give anything to have her back, even just for one day, to have someone like a sister to talk to about this. I've no doubt in my mind that Phimie would be able to teach me how to flirt effectively without having to blast Veela magic all over the place.
She'd be just about finished her seventh year at Hogwarts now, and she'd probably have her own little entourage of friends and admirers following her about. She was always less careless about her Veela magic than I was...but even without using her magic she was prettier than I. She smiled and laughed more.
I wonder what house she would have been in? She used to say she wanted be in Hufflepuff, so she could be with me, but I think she would have been in Gryffindor. She was so strong, so brave - not like me. Even on the day she died, she wasn't afraid of the strong current. She swam right out into it, laughing all the while, teasing me for being so cautious.
Why does it still hurt so much to think of her? It's been eight years since her death, and yet tears still well up in my eyes when I think about her and I've yet to tell a single person about her, or about what happened to her. I see her in my dreams all the time, sometimes alive and sometimes I see her as she was that day at the beach, her skin blue, her eyes half-closed. An eerie half-smile on her lips. Sometimes I hear her screams for help as the current dragged her out too far. And I still wonder...why her and not me? She was so full of life...rushing right out to meet everything head on, while I hung back, avoiding life and lurking in the shadows. It seems so unfair that she was taken before she had a chance to live.
You know, I've never really had a close girl friend. I've never really had any close friends at all. Maybe that's why I still miss Phimie so much...she was the only friend I ever had.