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CHAPTER SIX. moony, you're a genius. ( paper crane no. 781. )
MINT WAS ANGRY. No, no. Mint was pissed.
She was pissed that the wretched words of a boy had cut deep into her soul. She was pissed she'd even allowed themtoaffect her. And finally, she was pissed they even came out of his stupid mouth in the first place.
Why her? And why was she so goddamn sensitive? Sure, for most of her early teens she'd dreamt of being the victim of James Potter's attention, but certainly not for this reason! Still, she felt like a fool. Had her father not raised her to be better than this? Well, she'd thought that until now.
Ever since she was a kid, she had wholeheartedly believed that a man- no, a boy's opinion was the very last that she should take to heart. Hell, should she even steep that low. So now, as a 16-going-on-17-year-old who'd managed to shy away from the heartbreak of male validation, why was she caring so much about what a boy thought of her and her reckless heart? She felt powerless and vulnerable. It was maddening too. All her life she had relentlessly tried to push the opinions of others to the back of her mind because really only hers matters when it came to her life. So, why did James Potter's matter so much?
Because foolish Mint Rosé McKinney liked him!
The worst of it all was amidst all the anger and pent up fury she had for the boy, there was a hint of guilt too. A 6-year crush was no joke. She practically knew everything about him, from his favourite colour to his ongoing score of 17 goals during a Quidditch match — as stalkerish and creepy as that made her seem. But James Potter knew nothing about which was concerned about Mint Rosé McKinney — apart from the fact she folded paper for a hobby and somehow always seemed to lurk around the Hospital Wing. He didn't know her favourite colour or the fact she had never been to a Quidditch match — not even a practice — in her 16 years of living. He didn't know she had a fatal heart disease which would lead to her fatality... eventually. So was it so selfish of her to be angry at him for something he knew nothing about? Did that make her selfish? No. But it definitely made her guilty.
However, Mint knew she had a right to be upset. He'd made a fool of her. And not just her — her friends too. He couldn't seem to process that Lily was not an object to be won or the fact she was allowed to have guy friends without them being romantically together. Lily was worth more than Mint could ever say. So was she. So was Irene. Even Snape deserved better.
So here she was, sulking in fury within the walls of the library, hoping the words of a book would help to soothe her raging mind. She'd spent the last few days cooped up in the same cramped corner by the window, racing through all the piles of revision she had for upcoming exams Irene just loved casually mentioning to her... (So kind). Albeit, it did work for a while. The overflow of information had been a good distraction from her emotions, but they soon caught up when she was finished. Her father always said to never run away from her problems and to face them head-on with determination, but to be honest, she was always a stick-your-head-in-the-sand kinda gal. She wasn't ready to face her problems just yet. Instead, she picked out the cheesiest, sappiest romance book they provided in a Wizarding library and got to reading, hoping the world would go quiet for a bit.
