Challenge 73 - Dear Diary
Title: A Diary of a Lovesick Teenage Girl
Rating/Warnings: g; uber mushiness
Characters/Pairing: Rose Weasley/Scorpius Malfoy, Hugo Weasley, James Sirius Potter, Teddy Lupin, Weasley cousins & etc.
Summary: Passages from a lovesick teenager's diary are read.
Word Count: 1387
Author's Notes: Ran out of time - so sorry about not being edited properly!
Registered purchases?: No :(
Dear Diary,
He smiled at me again today.
That smile should be illegal. It's so beautiful it just pierces your soul. It keeps your heart from beating and your lungs from breathing.
I wish I wasn't such a coward, diary. I wish I could just tell him how I feel. But, that would probably scare him away. I wish I was brave enough to even have a conversation with him. Instead, I have to settle for stolen glances and wishful thinking.
How I wish - wish, wish, wish! - he could be mine! That I was brave enough, or smart enough, or pretty enough to get him to see passed our familys' differences and realize that I am the only girl in the world for him.
If only. If only!
So many other girls are after him and why wouldn't they be? He is very handsome. Many of them want him for his family's money, but of course I don't care about that. He is intelligent and kind and hardworking. He gets top marks in his class and if only he could see just how perfect we are for each other!
Maybe then he could make the first move.
How I dream about that. What his first move would be like! Maybe he would kiss me passionately after a triumphant Quidditch game - never mind we would be supporting different teams. Maybe he would slip me a note during class. Maybe he would send me a letter over holiday break.
He could write me a poem or make me a card or just tell me straight to my face.
Oh, I dream so many different ways in which he would make himself mine! Diary, am I too hung up on fairy tales?
I have loved him since I first boarded the Hogwarts Express. How much longer shall I wait before I let my feelings be known?
Where is this Gryffindor bravery I have heard so much about, diary?
Was the sorting hat wrong? Do I just not possess it at all? Perhaps it wasn't passed down from my parents.
But, if that wasn't passed down, why should our parents' prejudices be passed down as well?
Does he even know that I am alive, diary? Does he think about me half as often as I think about him?
Does he think about me at all?
Is it normal for someone like me, someone as young as I am, to experience emotions to this degree? Perhaps something is wrong with me. Perhaps I'm missing an important gene or brain synapse or chromosome. Or perhaps I have simply fallen under a spell.
So many questions I have that I fear will never be answered, diary. My heart, it yearns, young and in experienced that it is. And I feel that here, within your pages, is the only safe place for me to express my feelings.
I feel as if I do not talk about them, if I at least do not write them down, they will burn a hole inside me. They will literally destroy me from the inside out until I am nothing but a jmabled mess of nerves and indigestion.
I must express myself. I must put words to the feelings. I must get it out of me or I will surely suffer the consequences.
And since I can not tell anyone but you, I fear I must confide in you my deepest and darkest of secrets.
Okay, diary?
So. Here it goes.
Diary, I am helplessly, hopelessly, irrevocably in love with-
"What are you doing?"
The question rung through the room like a gunshot.
Hugo Weasley had been reading aloud his sister's diary to an audience of various cousins. That is, until, his sister herself appeared in the doorway.
Her face was as red as her hair; he was pretty sure steam would start pouring out of her ears at any second.
Hugo turned to his audience and gave a bow. "It's been a pleasure entertaning you. But now, I must flee for my life!"
He tossed the diary into the air and took off running, his sister hot on his heels.
"I'll kill you!" she screamed as she chased him to the front yard of the burrow. "I'll destroy you! I know where you live! I know where you sleep!"
The audience of various cousins looked around at each other.
Teddy shook his head. "She has got some issues."
"Yes," Victoire agreed. "But who is she so desperately in love with?"
James had already grabbed the diary and was perusing it leisurely. "It's Scorpius," he announced, not bothering to shut the book. He just flipped the page and kept reading.
Lily rolled her eyes. "Right. Like no one saw that coming."
"Well?" questioned Teddy. "What happens next?"
"Oh. Okay." James stood and moved to the front of the room where Hugo had previously been addressing them. He cleared his throat and began to read.
Dear Diary
He spoke to me today in potions and I was so happy I thought I could fly.
The things he does to me without even trying!
Even now, hours and hours later, I'm still smiling!
He makes the colors seem brighter, food taste better, happiness happier...he makes the whole world a better place to be. I'm grateful I'm alive because he is too.
I don't mean to be sappy, diary, but what can you expect? I'm a young girl in love with the one boy I'm more or less forbidden to have feelings for.
We're like Romeo and Juliet!
Except....he isn't in on it yet.
Oh, what would my father say if he knew I was pining away for a Malfoy?
What would my mother say if she knew I was writing sappy entries into my diary instead of studying?
The only safe place for me to confide my lovestruck feelings is here, with you. I have no choice but to be as sappy as possible with you, diary, so I'm not just carrying it around with me all day.
Why must my life be so hard!
My only wish is for Scorpius to notice me. To really, truly notice me and to fall as madly in love with me as I am with him. And for us to grow up together and to get married and have babies - three, I think - and for our parents to accept it with open arms.
Is that too much to ask, diary?
"I'm bored," Fred complained in a yawn. "Skip to something embarrassing."
"Right, right," James nodded, flipping through pages. "Oh! This is good."
Dear Diary,
I am soooo humiliated right now.
It happened in Herbology. The most embarrassing moment of my life - what will now simply be known as "the event."
Uncle Neville was speaking and I should have been paying attention, I know. But Scorpius was talking to his friend and I thought he was motioning to me to walk towards him. So, I did. I was so excited! Scorpius, wanting to see me! Scorpius, wanting to talk to me! Scorpius, wanting to spend class time - precious, precious class time! - with me! I was so excited by this prospect that I didn't bother to look where I was going.
Apparently, there was a large hole in the greenroom that had filled with mud.
I discovered it with my face.
Also Apparently, Uncle Neville and Scorpius were warning people to avoid it and I provided an excellent demonstration as to why.
I may never leave my bed again.
"GAAAAHHHHH!"
Rose tackled James.
The diary went flying out of his hands and into Teddy's lap.
"Touch it and die!" she shouted.
Teddy held up his hands in surrender.
Rose pulled herself off of her cousin, after first giving him a couple good kicks to the side, and retrieved her book from Teddy's lap. She inhaled deeply and pushed a strand of red hair off her face.
"Because I'm feeling generous," she began, "you all have a ten second head start before I kill you."
Gingerly, she tucked her diary into her coat.
No one moved.
"Five seconds."
James groaned from the floor.
"Three. Two. One. AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
She flung herself at the nearest cousin, knocking them to the ground. Everyone else choose that moment to wisely run for their lives.
1387/30 = 46 points for Hufflepuff!
Sarah//Hufflepuff
Can I get a Scorpius/Rose tag, please? :)
Rating/Warnings: g; uber mushiness
Characters/Pairing: Rose Weasley/Scorpius Malfoy, Hugo Weasley, James Sirius Potter, Teddy Lupin, Weasley cousins & etc.
Summary: Passages from a lovesick teenager's diary are read.
Word Count: 1387
Author's Notes: Ran out of time - so sorry about not being edited properly!
Registered purchases?: No :(
Dear Diary,
He smiled at me again today.
That smile should be illegal. It's so beautiful it just pierces your soul. It keeps your heart from beating and your lungs from breathing.
I wish I wasn't such a coward, diary. I wish I could just tell him how I feel. But, that would probably scare him away. I wish I was brave enough to even have a conversation with him. Instead, I have to settle for stolen glances and wishful thinking.
How I wish - wish, wish, wish! - he could be mine! That I was brave enough, or smart enough, or pretty enough to get him to see passed our familys' differences and realize that I am the only girl in the world for him.
If only. If only!
So many other girls are after him and why wouldn't they be? He is very handsome. Many of them want him for his family's money, but of course I don't care about that. He is intelligent and kind and hardworking. He gets top marks in his class and if only he could see just how perfect we are for each other!
Maybe then he could make the first move.
How I dream about that. What his first move would be like! Maybe he would kiss me passionately after a triumphant Quidditch game - never mind we would be supporting different teams. Maybe he would slip me a note during class. Maybe he would send me a letter over holiday break.
He could write me a poem or make me a card or just tell me straight to my face.
Oh, I dream so many different ways in which he would make himself mine! Diary, am I too hung up on fairy tales?
I have loved him since I first boarded the Hogwarts Express. How much longer shall I wait before I let my feelings be known?
Where is this Gryffindor bravery I have heard so much about, diary?
Was the sorting hat wrong? Do I just not possess it at all? Perhaps it wasn't passed down from my parents.
But, if that wasn't passed down, why should our parents' prejudices be passed down as well?
Does he even know that I am alive, diary? Does he think about me half as often as I think about him?
Does he think about me at all?
Is it normal for someone like me, someone as young as I am, to experience emotions to this degree? Perhaps something is wrong with me. Perhaps I'm missing an important gene or brain synapse or chromosome. Or perhaps I have simply fallen under a spell.
So many questions I have that I fear will never be answered, diary. My heart, it yearns, young and in experienced that it is. And I feel that here, within your pages, is the only safe place for me to express my feelings.
I feel as if I do not talk about them, if I at least do not write them down, they will burn a hole inside me. They will literally destroy me from the inside out until I am nothing but a jmabled mess of nerves and indigestion.
I must express myself. I must put words to the feelings. I must get it out of me or I will surely suffer the consequences.
And since I can not tell anyone but you, I fear I must confide in you my deepest and darkest of secrets.
Okay, diary?
So. Here it goes.
Diary, I am helplessly, hopelessly, irrevocably in love with-
"What are you doing?"
The question rung through the room like a gunshot.
Hugo Weasley had been reading aloud his sister's diary to an audience of various cousins. That is, until, his sister herself appeared in the doorway.
Her face was as red as her hair; he was pretty sure steam would start pouring out of her ears at any second.
Hugo turned to his audience and gave a bow. "It's been a pleasure entertaning you. But now, I must flee for my life!"
He tossed the diary into the air and took off running, his sister hot on his heels.
"I'll kill you!" she screamed as she chased him to the front yard of the burrow. "I'll destroy you! I know where you live! I know where you sleep!"
The audience of various cousins looked around at each other.
Teddy shook his head. "She has got some issues."
"Yes," Victoire agreed. "But who is she so desperately in love with?"
James had already grabbed the diary and was perusing it leisurely. "It's Scorpius," he announced, not bothering to shut the book. He just flipped the page and kept reading.
Lily rolled her eyes. "Right. Like no one saw that coming."
"Well?" questioned Teddy. "What happens next?"
"Oh. Okay." James stood and moved to the front of the room where Hugo had previously been addressing them. He cleared his throat and began to read.
Dear Diary
He spoke to me today in potions and I was so happy I thought I could fly.
The things he does to me without even trying!
Even now, hours and hours later, I'm still smiling!
He makes the colors seem brighter, food taste better, happiness happier...he makes the whole world a better place to be. I'm grateful I'm alive because he is too.
I don't mean to be sappy, diary, but what can you expect? I'm a young girl in love with the one boy I'm more or less forbidden to have feelings for.
We're like Romeo and Juliet!
Except....he isn't in on it yet.
Oh, what would my father say if he knew I was pining away for a Malfoy?
What would my mother say if she knew I was writing sappy entries into my diary instead of studying?
The only safe place for me to confide my lovestruck feelings is here, with you. I have no choice but to be as sappy as possible with you, diary, so I'm not just carrying it around with me all day.
Why must my life be so hard!
My only wish is for Scorpius to notice me. To really, truly notice me and to fall as madly in love with me as I am with him. And for us to grow up together and to get married and have babies - three, I think - and for our parents to accept it with open arms.
Is that too much to ask, diary?
"I'm bored," Fred complained in a yawn. "Skip to something embarrassing."
"Right, right," James nodded, flipping through pages. "Oh! This is good."
Dear Diary,
I am soooo humiliated right now.
It happened in Herbology. The most embarrassing moment of my life - what will now simply be known as "the event."
Uncle Neville was speaking and I should have been paying attention, I know. But Scorpius was talking to his friend and I thought he was motioning to me to walk towards him. So, I did. I was so excited! Scorpius, wanting to see me! Scorpius, wanting to talk to me! Scorpius, wanting to spend class time - precious, precious class time! - with me! I was so excited by this prospect that I didn't bother to look where I was going.
Apparently, there was a large hole in the greenroom that had filled with mud.
I discovered it with my face.
Also Apparently, Uncle Neville and Scorpius were warning people to avoid it and I provided an excellent demonstration as to why.
I may never leave my bed again.
"GAAAAHHHHH!"
Rose tackled James.
The diary went flying out of his hands and into Teddy's lap.
"Touch it and die!" she shouted.
Teddy held up his hands in surrender.
Rose pulled herself off of her cousin, after first giving him a couple good kicks to the side, and retrieved her book from Teddy's lap. She inhaled deeply and pushed a strand of red hair off her face.
"Because I'm feeling generous," she began, "you all have a ten second head start before I kill you."
Gingerly, she tucked her diary into her coat.
No one moved.
"Five seconds."
James groaned from the floor.
"Three. Two. One. AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
She flung herself at the nearest cousin, knocking them to the ground. Everyone else choose that moment to wisely run for their lives.
1387/30 = 46 points for Hufflepuff!
Sarah//Hufflepuff
Can I get a Scorpius/Rose tag, please? :)