Afflictus

Stupid emotions.

"Ughhhh." I grunted as I wore my boots. They were so tight....and stupid. Merlin. Just why was I doing this again?

Oh right. Remember yesterday? When Black called me a prude? That really got to me. So to today, I'm going to be a slag. Just for him. Isn't that sweet? I spent some of last night admiring Carrie's slag clothing skills. So now i'm basically a fashion pro.

That's why I'm in my tank top with my short, short, shorts (You know the one's I'm talking about). With my hair in a messy bun, I'm trying to stuff my giant feet into there crappy, painful boots. This, you see is when charms come in. That's right. I put all the softening and comfort charms I knew on the shoe, so they hurt less. Judge me!

Great! if I don't get going now, I might just miss Transfiguration, and with my grades so low, I really don't need that.

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I walked into the great hall, and immediately I heard a loud whistle form the Gryffindor table. I didn't even need to look because I knew who it was. It was Black. I looked anyways, and sitting right next to him, Potter looked like he had just seen me naked or something. His eye's were so big they looked like they were going to pop out.

I walked up proudly to them, and leaned over to Black. In a whisper I said, "This what you want, Black?" The seductive tone in my voice definitely hit a string in Blacks brain, but Potter just sat there frozen like an Popsicle.

His badge glinting in the morning light. Last night flooded to my brain. 

Before I knew it I picked up a jug of pumpkin juice, and poured it all over his head.

yup just like that. and like I had practiced this the words came flowing out of my mouth, "that's for being the crappiest head boy on the planet."

I smirked, picked up a hash brown and walked briskly out of the great hall. I was incredibly  of my self for being able to pour a pitcher of juice on his head, It was creepily satisfying

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It's lunch. I'm looking for both Emma and Grace. God only knows where they are. I really hadn't seen them the whole day, only during classes, but they completely ignored me.

I spot them sitting at the table, Grace's back faciing me, talking intensely to Emma. As I walked closer I saw that Emma looked really bad. Like she had been crying.

I went and stood behind Emma. Grace looked up, and Emma immediately turned. " Emm- ".Before I could even get a word out, her hard cold voice cut me off.

"Don't even talk to me Lily, After all we've done together, I didn't think you would go so low. You could have at least said something! I didn't know you could even be so mean. Merlin, Lily. I'll be surprised if I can even call you my mate anymore. For Merlin's sake Lily, don't ever talk to me again, or even look at me till you can get your priorities straight, or should I say emotions straight? Forget me ever being your mate. I don't think anyone would want to be mates with a person like you."

And that was it. She got up and she walked away. Grace stood up and her voice wasn't any softer. "Merlin, I thought you'd tell me! It's like I don't even know you anymore! I've told you everything thats ever happened. I thought we shared secrets but I guess it was only me, huh? Mate?! pah!" And with that, she followed Emma out of the hall.

I stood still, completely shocked. it all happened so fast. I didn't even get it. What was I missing? What had I done wrong? The bowl of rice fell from my hands onto the ground. spilling everywhere. I didn't care. I distantly felt myself sitting down on the bench where, a few a minutes ago, my mates - I mean ex-mates - had been.