Year 4, April 18th
Elise Davis wasn’t simply pretty, she was fire. She was sassy, and she was spicy, but she was never sweet. Messing with Elise Davis was like playing with flames, she either hurt someone, or she severely hurt someone. Elise Davis was not the sort of girl who liked to be taken advantage of.
She was average height, about 5’4’’, with chin length, perfectly smooth jet black hair. She had a strong jaw that she clenched when she was mad, and she had red lips that would draw into a thin line when she was furious. She had shiny, bright eyes that seemed to have sparks dancing in them, and she had thick, arching brows painted above them.
Elise was one of those ultra-feminist, ultra-liberal, incredibly well-informed people who could never take anyone else’s opinion seriously. To her, her way was the only way.
Perhaps one of the reasons Rose liked Elise so much was because she was like fire. Rose was like fire too, and together they created an inextinguishable flame that would never go out.
“Elise Davis, you could not have failed that test.” Rose retorted.
“Oh, but I did.”
“You see, I actually got a ‘T’ on it, you couldn’t have too.”
“I got worse than a ‘T’.”
“I’ve never heard of that, you idiot, that makes no sense.”
“I’ve given up on making sense.”
“You’re mad.”
“I know.”
Elise tossed her hair, and Rose threw out an arm to tuck a piece back into place.
“On a scale of one to ten, how bad does my hair look,” Elise asked. Her hair looked rather tragically messy. Pieces stuck out at odd angles,
When Elise Davis asked for an answer, she was not looking for any sugar-coated answers. She was looking for the blunt, even brutally honest truth.
“About a five point five,” Rose answered truthfully.
“Well, I don’t care,” Elise said smiling, whirling around, clutching her books tightly to her chest.
Rose wasn’t entirely sure, but she thought Elise actually liked looking disheveled.
Elise was gorgeous. And when the word gorgeous is used to describe Elise Davis, it should not be taken lightly. She was prettier than Rose or Margaret, even though she so desperately tried to disguise it. She never wore makeup. (Not that she needed to, she already had impeccable skin and long lashes.) Still, boys looked her way because she was so naturally beautiful.
Elise Davis didn’t want to be pretty. She wanted boys to look at her and be reminded that not everything was theirs for the taking, not everything was easy, and not everyone wanted to be seen as feminine and beautiful.
Elise Davis failed miserably at that. Her willowy figure and inevitable beauty were impossible to hide.
“Did you hear about that bloke at the Ministry who was tortured? They say his best mate said that he was going to attack the Minister if he didn’t release the man,” Elise said, turning a corner of the castle so abruptly, that Rose was left behind, confused.
“-Wait, this isn’t the way we normally walk to Divination-”
“So? It’s time for a change in routine. About the bloke at the Ministry?”
