Sweet as Sugar (Angelina Johnson)

Chapter One

The early morning sunlight drifted through Indigo's turquoise curtains, onto her cherry red duvet, as she snuggled deeper into her bed. She was having the most wonderful dream; she was riding her bike through the Hogwarts halls, Angelina Johnson following quickly behind on a lemon yellow bike. They raced up and down the corridors until,

"Indie!" her mother sang, "It's time to get up!"

Indie groaned in response.

"Indigo Charlotte! Wake up!! C'mon, it's your first day of your fifth year, don't you want to go?" Gemma, her mother, questioned.

"Not really," Indie answered, "I have OWL's this year and I heard through Madam Rosmerta that there's a new defense against the dark arts teacher. And she's not good news."

"Sweetheart, they say that every year. Besides, I have a good feeling about this year!" Gemma exclaimed cheerfully.

"I don't," she mumbled to herself.

"What was that?" her mother quipped.

"I said I'm getting up," Indie quickly covered up.

"That's what I thought."

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Indie waited by the carriages for her friends to get there; she lived in Hogsmeade, so there was no reason to ride the train. After waiting a few more minutes, she finally heard the Hogwarts Express pull in.

She looked through the crowds for Justin and his friend Ernie and spotted them walking towards her.

"Go!" Justin exclaimed.

"Tin!" Indie exclaimed back.

"Ernie!" Ernie cheered for himself.

Indie engulfed Justin in a big hug and a slightly smaller hug for Ernie. Before Justin could get into a conversation, Indie made sure the three got a carriage.

"Indie! How was your summer?" Justin asked, not unlike an excitable puppy.

"Um, it was pretty good. Mostly working in the shop," she replied.

"My summer was great, thanks for asking," Ernie said.

"Oh shut up," Justin teased.

The two chatted for a bit, waiting for their fourth member and the carriage to start.

Indie was off dreaming when she realized who was climbing into their carriage.

"You don't mind if I sit here right?" the mocha haired girl asked, "All my quidditch pals tossed me out."

Justin, noticing Indie's lacking ability to answer, replied, "Sure, there's a seat next to Indie."

"Indie? What's that short for?"

"Um," she gulped, "Indigo."

"Indigo?! That's so rad! I wish my parents had named me something cool like that."

Indie quietly smiled to herself while the other three continued in their small talk. 

The carriage came to a stop and Indie hadn't lost her smile yet.

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After the Great Feast that night, Indie trudged her way up to the Hufflepuff girls dormitory, crashing onto her bed.

"You alright there?" Hannah Abbott asked, glancing over to where Indie had fallen on her bed.

"Yep, doing just peachy," Indie sarcastically replied.

"You sure about that?" Hannah questioned further.

"Nope. Today I finally interacted with Angelina Johnson, and I didn't even say anything except my name. I finally had the chance to speak to the girl I've liked for three years and I couldn't even think of anything to say!" Indie ranted.

"Oh," Hannah paused and moved over to sit on Indie's bed with her and then carded her fingers through her dark hair.

"It's okay. We all get like that."

Indie let out a huge sigh and turned over on her back, her midnight locks in Hannah's lap.

"But Hannah. She's leaving this year. What am I going to do if I never tell her how I feel? Or worse, she doesn't reciprocate those feelings?"

"Well, then you know you gave it your best and put yourself out there. She knows how you feel and then maybe someday she'll come back to you."