Cruel Intentions

Christmas Surprises

I walked out of the Great Hall wished, no begging, that I could go back there and accept the draw. But Angelina and Katie made me swear not to give up. I can still remember it as if it were last night; oh wait, it was last night.

            “Listen, the guys are going to try to sway you Ellie. You have to stay strong.” Angelina told me.

            “Angelina, I don’t want to be in this right now, if they offer a way out I’m going to take it.”

            “No! Trust me this won’t be as bad as it sounds.” Katie pleaded with me.

            “Katie it already is.”

            I was jolted out of this ‘flashback’ when I stepped into the common room. When I crawled through the portrait hole, I stepped into a war. Well, girl war. Two third year girls were standing across the common room yelling at each other. Not mentally prepared for this, I flipped out.

            “What the bloody hell is going on?!” I screamed, shutting them both up.

            “That, that bitch just stole my boyfriend!” One of them said.

            Seriously? THAT was the reason for waking up half the castle on a Saturday morning, especially when that certain half of the castle was hung-over from the night before.

            “You girls are thirteen years old, and you’re worried about boyfriends? Please, mature a little. Go take this petty little fight somewhere else, because honestly, no one wants to deal with something as pathetic as this. Seriously? Act your age, not like a whore.” I snapped at them, leaving them speechless. They hung their heads and scurried out of the common room as fast as they could.

            I shook my head in disbelief where did that come from? Wow, I’m never THAT bitch who gets involved in fights. Maybe this bet really is changing me.

            Anyway, as I was saying before, they made me swear to go through with this bet in exchange for helping me get Cormac McLaggen.

            Oh, shit. Pretend I didn’t say that. It’s embarrassing enough having Angelina, Katie and Alicia know I have a crush Cormac, let alone the whole school. Or worse, him. I can’t help it; the heart wants what the heart wants. I mean have you seen his eyes? They are beautiful; when I look into them I can feel myself getting lost…

            Okay, sorry. That’s the end of that. Not another word. Except that Cormac doesn’t even know I exist so I need the girls’ help. Okay done, from now on we’ll call him… cake. Cake, good, I like it.

            So anyway (again), I made this promise to the girls and no matter how tempting Oliver’s offer was I couldn’t take it. It was also the fact that Angelina wanted to screw with Oliver and the twins. This bet was turning into a full-fledged attack; coming from both sides. I fear more for my personal safety then if I lose this bet right now.

            I was sitting in the common room lost in thought (again) when I heard a tapping at the window. It was my owl Bruce Wayne (my friends and I went to a muggle movie over the summer, and I’m obsessed, it’s a problem). “Hey Wayne.” I said as I opened the window and retrieved my letter. It was from my dad.

<i>Hi Brielle,

Just checking up on you at school! How is everything?  Are the Weasley boys giving you a hard time again? If so just tell me and I’ll come out and sort it all out for you. Just kidding! I can see the look on your face right now.