"How could my love for her be wrong? Sure, it was odd to some people, but it was love just the same."
Since your first day at Hogwarts, there have been rumors about that strange Lovegood girl who wears mismatched clothes and talks about creatures th...
I woke up to the morning sunlight streaming into my room, directly into my eyes. I groan and turn over to look at my clock. It's only 6:15, too early to get up for classes. I remembered Evie and looked over at her bed to see if she ever came back last night. Her dark, curly hair spilled out from under the blanket. Milo sat by her side, playfully nipping at the strands as she slept. Breakfast started at 7, but I was still full from the feast last night. Speaking of last night, I was glad that I never had the chance to talk to Evie. I definitely would have said something that I'd regret. Seeing her asleep, the flames of anger that raged so savagely the night before felt burnt out. All I felt toward her now was disappointment.
Resigned, I roll out of bed and change into my robes, and after that I brush my hair and braid it down the back. It's a little messy, but I don't care. My hair's always come out messy, whatever I do with it. It's not quite as curly as Evie's is, but it's just curly enough to be unruly. There's really no use trying to contain it anymore.
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Evie woke up as I was making my bed. She swatted Milo away, as he had been playing in her hair the whole time.
"Go away, Milo," she said groggily. I whistled at him, and he flew over to land on my outstretched arm. I opened the window and he flew away to find something to eat. Evie sat up and stretched, her hair frizzy and tangled from sleep.
"What time is it?" she yawned.
"It's quarter past 'buy yourself a watch' o'clock," I retort, gathering my books.
"Hilarious," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She stood up and walked over to my clock. "Six-thirty?!" she cried, "We'll be late for breakfast!" Evie made a beeline for the bathroom with her robes in her arms and slammed the door shut. I follow her.
"You know we have half an hour until the food is even served, right?" I say through the door.
"Yes, but it'll be a pain in the arse trying to find a space of your own at the tables if you get there any later than seven," I hear her muffled voice answer. "And I've got to look good today which, in case you weren't aware, takes more than thirty bloody minutes."
"Is that so? For who?" I say with a smile, wondering which boy she was trying to impress. No answer. I think for a minute. "Come on, Evie, tell me. Who is it?" I pause, smiling. "Maybe...William-Head-Boy-Of-Ravenclaw?" Evie opens the door and lets me in.
"If you're going to make wild assumptions, at least make them face to face," she said, detangling her hair. "And I am absolutely not trying to impress William. Am I not allowed to want to look presentable just because I feel like it? Must I always impress someone else?" Evie asked. I pretended not to notice her face turning red. Oh, it was him all right. Evie had always been a terrible liar.
"I'm just saying that you don't often make such an effort unless there is someone to impress," I say. It was true, too. Last summer she stole mum's lipstick and wore it every day because she was trying to get some muggle boy to like her, and in my opinion he wasn't even that good looking. I shrugged at her and went back inside to sit on my bed.
