Short stories and bits and pieces.

Hello. I see you pesky humans are in my mind. I am Bellatrix Lestrange... JOKING! Totally joking. I am just a very big Harry Potter fan. My real name is Bella Strange. See why I said my name was Bellatrix Lestrange? Man tough crowd.... So you most likely want to know what this story is about, right? Well it is a love story. I know right? Puke your brains out. I am usually not into romantic things, but there was sadly a time I fell for the cute kisses, the big bear hugs, and the chocolates. I promise you this isn't a cliche story. It is just a normal book about my poor pathetic life. If you are really interested about it, then get the dang book. Add it to your library. If not? Go away.

I never thought I'd fall for him, and I was sure he wouldn't fall for me. We were polar opposites. On one hand, there was me, Eleanor Phillips. Reserved, sarcastic, and smarter than a person two years senior to myself. On the other hand, there was him. Loud, outspoken, and loved by nearly everyone. We never really shared genuine conversation. For awhile, we simply couldn't be bothered with each other. Then, around my third year, his fourth, everything changed. That's when my loathing started. How I detested him. To others, he was perfect. Quidditch Captain, a Gryffindor, easy going, and loved by all. To me, he was an idiot. He paraded around the school, wearing a dumb grin on his face. Nothing ever bothered him. That is, except me. My loathing turned into our loathing and that's where our whole story begins. The story of those who were less than friends. The story of those who were not even acquaintances.