The Hoodies

III.

(This is Snicket Style, so, yeah.)

Alessandra

I woke up, listening to the quiet and sweet solitude inside my room. Everyone was out doing their thing, dancing, singing or doing something with their pathetic lives. No one was disturbing me inside the luxurious room. No cameras, no people nagging me about me coming back to life. No one nagging me to talk about the story so they can get money and live a happy life.

Yeah.... No.

It's been a whole, wide week since the 'Coming Back to Life' thing happened. But the buzz in the Wizarding World is still buzzing. I'm in the Private Dormitory in the Slytherin House. Apparently, the Sorting Hat sorted me to to Slytherin when I was sleeping. Wow, they shouldn't call this place Private. Students and the annoying camera people are still bugging me. I try to keep my cool, and it's still cooling, but it ain't gonna last too long.

I quickly wake up, hearing low murmurs outside my door. I ignore them like I have been for the past week. I did all the morning routine stuff, threw on some clothes consisted of black jeans, a green shirt a Serpent on it, some Black Converse and wrapped myself around the cloak. I know, it's stupid to wear a cloak from a place you've despised, but... it's comfy.

After I get ready... it's probably the best part of my day. I open the circled-shaped window behind my bed. The view was absolutely marvelous, I stared at it for a few seconds, but I jump out. The Slytherin Dungeon was underground, but the thing is, there was a secret tower in there. I sleep on the top of the tower, and it's about... 2,000 feet from the ground.

"Hey," I greeted as I saw Angel Diggory caught me, as usual. He's the first Hogwarts friend I made. He's related to Cedric Diggory, I honestly don't know how, so don't ask. Angel was a popular guy, being Slytherin's Keeper and all... if you know what I mean. *wink*wink* He's a handsome kid, tall, brown skin and brown hair and eyes.

"That was close, I almost didn't catch you." Angel said, wiping imaginary sweat off his forehead.

"Hahaha," I faked laughed. "if you didn't catch me, you probably wouldn't live to see tomorrow cause even if all of my bones are broken.... I always get my revenge. " I gave sweet smile.

Angel chuckled. "You're scary." he made a face.

"Thank you." I said, taking it as a compliment. He slowly lowered me down to ground, which was grass, which is technically the ground... I think.

"Did you hear what the people are saying about you?"

"No," I answered.

"I wouldn't expect you to," Angel said, "the papers just came out this morning. It's absolutely disgraceful if you as-"

"Nobody asked you," I retorted, taking the papers out of his hands. The title was "ALEXANDRA FAKES A DEATH".

"What in the BLOODY TARNATION?" I yelled, ripping the paper.

"I know right?" Angel said, with a hint of anger. "They totally spelled your name wrong."

I looked at him like I want to murder him. Well, to be honest, I could have killed anyone right now. The world thinks I'm a freaking liar, for Merlin's sake. I die trying to save a little 6-year-old, and now this?! A burning sensation of madness went through my body.

"Alessandra!" Dulce shouted, running as fast as she could. "I'm-oh-hi...you-you know, the Gryffindor and the Slytherin Towers are really far away from each oth-whoosh!" Dulce stopped running and starting panting like a dog. Literally.