Wristbands | Sirius Black [1]

Chapter Fifteen

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[Chapter Fifteen: Wristbands]

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To say that Aspen was unhappy about Evelyn's newest opinions of her was an understatement. Aspen was furious when she was told what happened by Wendy. Did Evelyn really think that kissing Sirius was something she wanted to do? That didn't even matter anymore, even if Aspen wanted to kiss Sirius—Evelyn shouldn't get mad. It's not like they were dating, Sirius didn't even know Evelyn's name, he just kept calling her Nutcracker girl.

Then everything else she said . . . calling Aspen a whiny bitch. Yes, Aspen did whine a lot, but she was never a bitch about it. She actually tried her hardest to whine elsewhere, like with Myrtle. Evelyn was the one who whined about every single thing in her life. She whined about classes, boys, girls, the sky, Aspen's Nutcracker, herself, pretty much anything that annoyed her before in her lifetime.

All Wendy could feel was grief. She knew everything Evelyn said was a lie, she was just being stubborn. Though the mean things she said still offended and angered her. Wendy had a hard time handling grief, she never really had to handle grief before. So when she lost her best friend, she isolated herself from everyone. Aspen didn't take it to heart, she understood her friend needing space from her, seeing as Aspen was the cause of this whole mess.

Aspen was left alone most of the time with the occasional company of her Nutcracker who mostly wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. She tried hanging out with Myrtle, but Myrtle was acting more annoying than usual—she kept begging for Sirius. Aspen did want to hang out with Sirius, but she was too shy to ask him. She was always too shy to ask people if they wanted to hang out, that's why she stayed quiet and only hung out with people if they asked her.

Which was usually never, Aspen was quite a lonely person.

While sitting all by her lonesome in her silent dorm, Aspen was attempting to teach her Nutcracker how to speak. So far it only knew how to stick it's tongue out at her, as well as make noises that sounded like very rude slurs. "Mr. Cracker, I bet you would be able to say actual sentences if you would just listen to me!".

The Nutcracker was sitting on a small chair, Aspen paced back and forth. At least Aspen was able to teach the wooden toy how to stay put, he hadn't attempted to run since the day he was found trying to shove himself into a candy bar. In response to her complaint, the Nutcracker only turned his head all the way around—the way owls usually do—making Aspen cringe.

"Fine," Aspen said, making the Nutcracker look back at her. "I'm going to go get some food, would you like a candy bar?"

The toy quickly stood up and began nodding his head so much it was like he was having convulsions.He jumped onto Aspen's wristband and went into the sleeve of her sweater, it climbed up her arm making her laugh and popped back up in the hole of her sweater for her neck. She guessed he wanted to go with her, seeing as he had himself completely covered by her hair and sweater. Though he was still able to see, she didn't even teach him that. She shook her head and continued with her business while walking down to the great hall.