"He hurt you, Draco...and its ok to cry about it. Expressing your feelings doesn't make you weak---it makes you vulnerable...but that's how we heal," Eve's soft-spoken words sounded like music into his ears, and somehow...he couldn't cry...he couldn...
It's currently 5:30 a.m. and I can't seem to sleep. I have only received around three hours of sleep, seeing as I went to bed late after the infamous Weasleberry left my room. He didn't stay long, only enough time for us to talk about my classes and uniform.
Speaking of uniform, it's completely ruined! You can see my predicament here! It's covered in ginormous rips, I cannot possibly wear the ugly thing now!
I haven't a clue as to who or what would do this...or what I am to wear now...but somehow I ended up with that red-head sorting through my closet.
"Classes start at 8 o'clock sharp..." he reminded, quickly fluttering through my clothes, "But it's always a good thing to get some breakfast-" he grunted as he pulled out a heavy hanger with a gray sweater on it, "...and get cleaned up...fix up that hair of yours," he laughed, "And then get dressed-" he grunted again as he pulled out two more hangers with clothes on them.
"I'm waiting in the hallway...get dressed, we'll notify a professor when we get the chance."
And with that, the orange-headed boy scurried out of my room and into the hallway, closing the door behind him promptly. I couldn't help but laugh at the poor fellow, running around my room helping me pick out an appropriate outfit for the school day. It was only my first day and I already causing a rift of trouble.
As I put on my clothes, I thought to myself in misery...whoever did this to my uniform is going to regret it. I'll-I'll...put pudding in their stockings or maybe even pee in their juice! Wow...harsh one, Eve.
Once I was completely dressed, I looked in the mirror as I pictured the outfit Weasleberry had thrown on my bed.
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I looked at myself, the outfit didn't look half bad...I mean, the skirt was a little scandalous since it was from four years ago and the sweater was oversized and comfy, I had gotten it yesterday when I entered the Slytherin house...wasn't it sweet of them to give me a jumper? Seeing as my uniform was ruined...I suppose the sweater was the next best thing. Weasleberry even gave a black ribbon to tie around the collar of the white blouse I wore underneath...all in all...I'll give Weasleberry a nine out of ten...(points were only deducted because of the skirt).
I heard him knock on the door as I finished tying the bow around my neck.
"Are you done now?" he complained, I could tell he was leaning on the door, and quite eager to come back inside.
"Fine, I guess it'll do-" I snapped, eyeing my outfit in the mirror once more before he came in.
Ron's pov:
I am so bored.
Bloody hell! How long does it take girls to change? I suppose I will just twiddle my thumbs until that girl is done...Man she really is taking a longggggg timeeeeeeee.
