Better Than Onions

CHAPTER 3

Three weeks passed, me and Edward still weren't talking. We pretty much ignored each other at school, except at lunch, when I was with snape and Dumbledore. And even then, we barely acknowledged each other, and mostly talked to other people. 

But on a more positive note, I had become really good friends with Dumbledore and Snape. They, like Edward, were older than me so I wasn't with them in class, but we spent almost all our free time together. Like today.

It was Saturday, and I had invited them to my house for waffles. Now we are in my room; Dumbledore is reading a book - I don't know what because I wasn't paying attention - and Snape is plaiting my hair, as I sit in front of my mirror. 

I study my reflection staring back at me. I have lightly tanned, olive skin that contrasts with my slightly wavy dark blonde hair. 

"You have beautiful hair" Snape tells me. "But not as beautiful as Fiona" 

He sighs dreamily and I'm not sure whether to take it as a compliment or not. 

Dumbledore laughs quietly in the corner. I look to him, confused. 

"What are you laughing at?" I ask. 

He looks at me, his eyes gleaming. "Nothing" he giggles, shielding his book from me. 

"What is that?" I twist in my seat, trying to look at his book. 

"Is that... THAT'S MY DIARY!!" I scream, launching myself at him. He dodges and begins to read from my diary. 

"Tuesday. I saw Edward at school today. We ignored at each other, as we usually do at school, but everything in me longed to run to him and beg for forgiveness. It seems every tme I see him, the pain in my heart gets worse. I wonder if he feels tis way too. In my dreams, we-"

I snatch the diary from his hands, my cheeks burning red. 

"You have a crush on Edward" Dumbledore squeals gleefully.

"Sshhh!" I hiss. But he doesn't listen. 

"Stop it. It's not funny" I say miserably. He sits cross-legged on my bed, in front of me, and I slump down to the floor, clutching my diary to my chest. 

"I don't get why you don't talk to him then" Dumbledore says, confused. "if you have a crush on him, why are you ignoring him?"

I shrug. "It's... complicated"

Dumbledore stares at me for a long  moment, then he slides off the bed and puts his arm around me. "You know what you need?"

"What do I need?" I sniff. He smells like strawberries.

"A day out" he decides. "You and me are going to go out to a concert and have fun"

I brighten up. "What concert?"

"Harry Styles is playing today"

I roll my eyes. "He is so overrated. Girls just like him because of what he looks like and not because of his music. But I'm not like other girls; I'm different, I don't judge people for what they look like"

"Please" Dumbledore begs. 

He gives me puppy dog eyes and I heave a sigh. "Fine"

"Yes!" he cheers and I smile. I would do anything to make my friends happy; I am such a good friend. 

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A few moments later, I am walking down the stairs. I am dressed simply in a black shirt and denim jeans. Most girls wear dresses to impress harry, but I have no interest in impressing anyone tonight.