Past The Stereotypes

Feelings

ELLA'S POINT OF VIEW 

There was a flash of silver, then pain across my cheek.

I sat up in my bed breathing fast, my body covered in dried sweat. I stood up, letting the warm yellow covers fall softly to the ground. Through the darkness, I stumbled my way to the bathroom, not even bothering to light my wand in fear that I might wake the others. My hand shook as I locked the door to the bathroom.

I stood in front of a mirror and splashed water on my face. I looked up to see myself, pale, shaking, and my face dripping with water. When I closed my eyes, the face came back. It was Erics.

His tanned skin and high cheekbones would have made him extremely handsome, but if you looked at his eyes you would see nothing but coldness.

I opened my eyes, shuddering as I felt a ghost pain slice across my cheek.

I haven't had many nightmares about that night. Part of me thinks that Madam Pomfrey may have mixed in some nightmare reducing potion into my scar reducing potion, I thought, as I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading down my back.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, making me jump.

"Ella, are you almost done in there?" Anastasia's voice came in from the other side of the door.

It must be 5:00 in the morning. Anastasia is always up at 5:00 to start her "make-up ritual" which included around four hours of doing who knows what with all kinds of powders and creams.

"Uh-I-Um, one minute Anastasia." I stuttered while rushing to wash the last bit of soap out of my long hair.

I walked out of the bathroom after getting dressed in my uniform with my head down. Hufflepuffs where known to notice if something was wrong, and right now I know they would notice I was shaken up from my dream.

Thankfully I walked out of the common room with no one noticing me.

I was walking to the great hall still facing the floor When I collided with someone, sending both of us to the floor. Standing up I realized It was Oliver. He was still on the floor picking up a pile of books he was carrying. Why? I had no idea. We weren't due to classes for a few hours.

"Why are you up so early Oliver?" I asked, trying to cover up the shakiness that still remained in my voice.

"I was just going to the clearing to try and get some reading done. Some 7th year Ravenclaws snuck in some firewhisky and are having a heated discussion on what their names are." Oliver said.

"Wait, Ravenclaws snuck in firewhisky?" I said, trying not to fall to the floor, laughing again.

"I know right! I told them over and over again that they should not do this. They could get hurt. Or die!" He said throwing his hands in the air, forgetting that he was holding about five books.

That was it. I fell to the floor laughing. 

"What? Whats so funny?" Oliver said exasperated.

"Oliver- its- just that you- sound exactly like a protective soccer mom!" I said between giggles. "Next thing I know you, will be carrying around pre-peeled apple slices." 

Oliver blushed and broke eye contact with me.

"Oh my gosh. You do have pre-pealed apple slices!" I realized.

Oliver blushed a deeper shade of pink. 

"I dont like the peel and I was planning on skipping breakfast!" Oliver yelled as he stalked out of the great hall, no doubt to the clearing.