You look out the window, clutching your bag in your lap. Broken this fragile thing now, and I can't I can't pick up the pieces. You sing along softly to your favorite song. (Only One by Yellow Card) You think to yourself about the past few years. What happened to you? You used to have it so good?
"Why in all of hell am I coming back?" you ask yourself.
You open your eyes and look out the window. Hold on a tick, somethings not right. You whirl around to see a boy peeping into your compartment. His mouth is moving. OH, he's trying to talk to you!
You take out your headphones and say "What?" "All the other compartments are full, do you mind if my friends and I sit here?" he asks. You shrug, put in your headphones and look out the window again. His reflection in the window is gone now, he must need to fetch his friends.
Do you know what you just did? says a little voice. That boy will hurt you like everyone else! What where you thinking?
I was thinking that maybe I don't need your advice mother you think in an icy cool voice. Yeah, she can do that. It's an unusual part of the mother-daughter relationship. but you've learned how to block her out, and do so now.
You feel vibrations running through the floor and look AT the window instead of OUT it. Yes, you can see it in the reflections, the black-haired boy is back. He brought his friends apparantly. you see them look at you apprehensively, then sit down. You smile to yourself as you read their lips and follow the conversation...
"I'm not sure, who is she? Does she even go here?" says a bushy-haired girl. Ouch, that hurts. Yeah, you're basically an invisible girl here. No one notices you, no one cares. you snap back to reality as the conversatione continues.
"Hermoine, be considerate!" says a red-haired boy. So, the girl is Hermoine.
"She can't hear us Ron. She's listening to music." says the black-haired boy. And the red one is Ron. Two down, one left to go.
"Yeah, yeah, a portable CD player, we all know. but how do we know it's not turned down or something?" says ron.
"Well, she would've said something if she had heard us." says Hermoine. Uh-oh, you sense trouble. You pull out your headphones and move to the door. They stare at you. You do the "Shh" motion with your hands and bang on the door. you then open it to see a blonde haired boy looking down at two mountains of boys. i guess they had been the ones at the door. He gives you a smirk, and walks off, the two, for lack of a better word, boys following. You close the door and move back to your seat.
"Bloody brilliant!'" says Ron. He holds out his hand. "I'm -" "Ron Weasley," you finish. He looks surprised. "And you're Hermoine Granger, and, umm, i don't know your name." all three of their jaws fall open. "What, I can read lips," you smile and turn to the window, putting in your headphones.
You feel a hand grab your wrist. You look at it for a moment, then look to the face of the owner. "Does this mean anything to you?" he asks. He pulls up his bangs and you see a small, lightning shaped scar.
"Oh, your Harry Potter." you say. You shrug it off and turn back to the window. You can see the reflections of their astonished faces. You smile slightly, and look to the skies.
They are dark and angry, the clouds swollen like rotten grapes. You sniff the air and smell rain. (this is, in fact possible, i can do it, and so can most of the people i know.k, i'll shut up now.) You stand and open the window. "Hope none of you mind the rain." you say cheerfully. Rain always puts you in a good mood. Rain can wash away everything, all the impurities, all the hatred, and for just one moment, a complete stranger will share his umbrella. An enemy will huddle under a buiding with you. Rain is a good thing.
Not five minutes later, it starts raining. You take your dark raven hair out of the ponytail it had been in and swish your hair (model style baby!), revealing the bright blue streaks running through it. You lean against the window and take in everything. You smell the rain, the strangers in your compartment, the stinking piles of shit in the cow field you passing. Hey, at least they're healthy.
You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see Hermoine looking at you. You take out the headphones and look at her questioningly.
"We're almost there." she says. "Better put your robes on." She kicks the boys out, and you smile. Controlling much?
Reaching under your seat, you get the clothes you had stashed there before putting your actual bag up top. "That's smart," syas Hermoine. She kicks her bag to get the zipper unstuck and closes it. "Thanks" you say softly.
~FFWD till after changing~
You are once again sitting in your usual spots, with one change. Your headphones are out.
"So umm..."says Harry. "Are you new here?" he asks.
"Nope" you say with a smile. He immediately goes into the whole sorry act, but you put a finger over his lips. mm, soft lips you notice.
"I do not want your pity, or your apologies for not noticing me. I work very hard to become invisible, and would in fact be very insulted if you had noticed me. Now, if I move my hand, you have to promise not to say sorry, OK?" He nods his head up and down, and you lean back into your seat, taking your hand away from his lips.
The rain has stopped, and you can see a rainbow. "Make a wish..." you whisper softly. "What?" says Ron. "My father used to say that the first person to spot a rainbow and say 'Make a wish', could then give that wish to whoever they wanted." you say, never moving you head from the window.
"Oh," says Ron, leaning back.
"That's really sweet," says Hermoine. "Who are your parents?"
Dark thoughts and memories pass in your mind. "I'd rather not talk about it" you mumble.
"Sorry," says Hermoine. You give her a look, reminding her what you said to Harry. "Oh, right. Sorry 'bout that. " She cringes as you cover her mouth with your finger. "I'm gonna move my finger, k? " she nods, and you go back to the window. Such an interesting window...
"So, what's your name?" asks Harry. You look at him. His elbows are on his knees, and he seems to be studying your face.
You smile slightly. "Ravena (ra von uh)" you say.
"Ravena" he repets. "Prettty name." He winks at you and leans back in the chair. You look back out the window.
Soon, it gets very cold, and very dark. And damn, you forgot to get your cape out. You bite you lip and hope no one notices you shivering.
Suddenly, You feel velvety fabric touch your cheek. "Thought you might be cold,"says Ron. He smiles and sits back down.
Ok, if your mouth isn't wide open now, it should be. He just gave you his bloody cloak! Now he has nothing! No one ever does this to you, no one (in case you hadn't noticed, this is a very big thin to you. just in case).
Hermoine must've noticed the surprise on your face, because she asked "What? What's wrong?" You look her in the eyes. She genuinly wants to know what's wrong, she really wants to help you.
"It's just..." you voice falters and you turn away from the window. "No one ever does anything for me unless they want something in return. So I have to wonder, what is it that you all want?" You turn to face them.
Hermoine. She looks horrified at the fact that no one ever does anything for you.
Ron. He looks like someone just told him Santa ate his mom. This shouldn't be so surprising.
Harry. He looks at you with such sad eyes. Looking closer, you see no surprise in his eyes. Why is he not surprised?
"Why are you not surprised?" you ask him.
He shrugs. "Life is cruel. It can punish us, but it can also give us great, unexpected gifts." He just looks at you for that last part.
You look at Ron and Hermoine. "Is he normally like this?" you ask. They start laughing. Umm, okay, you think and turn back to the window, shaking your head.
You hear Hermoine gasping for air beside you. "He didn't used to be like this, but who knows, it could be all you see of him from now on." From now on? Is this an invitation? You decide not to bring it up... She look at Harry pointedly, and he rolls his eys.
You look at one, then the other. Back and forth, back and forth. "You guys are starting to scare me." you say.
Harry pats you arm, and says, "It'll be okay. Eventually, you'll understand her weirdness." This causes you to give little, very hesitant, smile. He jumps. "HA HA!" he says "Look, I got the first smile" he then starts a long line of na na na na songs that cause you to burst out laughing. You bury your head in your hands and just laugh.
When you're done, you find you can't get the smile off of your face. "Feel better?" he asks. He's studying you again, but you don't mind. You lean forward and look into his emerald eyes with your dark ones.
Yes, he's hooked on your eyes now. It's common knowledge on the strees that your eyes are deepest purple, but they look almost black, so it's always fun to watch someone try to figure out which color they are.
"Yes, I do feel better actually. And they're purple." You say leaning back again. In the window you can see Ron and Hermoine exchange glances. "Yes, they really are purple" you say to them. you go back to looking OUT the window. This could be a very fun year.
hehe, i'm awesome.
Okay, I tried to get a doll on here to tell you what you look like, but it didn't turn out too well. So, I'll try again and see if I can't get it in next quiz. Because it's summer and I have no life, the next one'll probably be out in about 10-30 minutes. HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! come back soon, k? k.
with luv,
YourTheif
