OH and WARNING: Strong language. I don't want to make the rating 'mature' so I'll just do a warning.
1st September
9:00pm
"WHEN I HAD YOU TO MYSELF, I DIDN'T WANT YOU AROUND! THOSE PRETTY FACES ALWAYS MADE YOU STAND OUT FROM THE CROWD,"
My loud voice, incredibly high and well…amazing, if I do say so myself, was drifting its way lovingly across the common room.
For some reason, people were giving me dirty looks!
Humph.
They obviously don't understand talent when they hear it.
…ahem.
Okay.
Maybe I'm not that good at the whole, 'singing' thing, but its fun.
Nice.
There's no need for name calling, really.
And please, Hufflepuffs already have a reputation for being stupid - some of the things they're shouting out!
"Can't-Sing-Carina"
"Carina the Crappy"
"Butt-ugly Bootes"
That last one was uncalled for!
I, Carina Bootes, am NOT crappy. I am NOT 'butt-ugly'.
And…yeah the singing issue. We've all got to start somewhere, haven't we!
My fellow Hufflepuffs were so understanding when I muttered all this back - in fact, a few of the girls from my dormitory even let me gossip with them that night!
I wish.
Or rather, I do not wish, as their conversations make my brain feel like a drunken Kneazle.
Whatever THAT feels like.
…would it be prickly?
Possibly.
I'm shit at Care of Magical Creatures anyway, got a P in my O.W.Ls.
They should have singing lessons at Hogwarts!
Or, judging by the looks, maybe not…
Even if I had the most amazing singing voice ever, the rest of the common room would still be shouting names at me.
Honestly, its enough to make a girl suicidal!
They all have it in for me, just because last year I happened to lose the Quidditch Cup.
Oh and by the way, I'm not on the team.
No.
I physically lost the cup.
Couldn't find it anywhere - was supposed to be cleaning it for Slughorn and I just…misplaced it.
Really, its his fault for trusting me with it.
Or not looking hard enough!
But no, blame poor old Carina.
Ban Hufflepuff from the Quidditch Cup that year.
Take away 150 points while you're at it!
Make us bottom of the table in the House Cup too!
But really, aren't we always bottom?
And it was just a freaking cup!
It's not like we would've won anyway-- we got floored in the final match against Slytherin!
Alas, I have presented these arguments time and time again to everyone, but they're not listening to reason.
I don't think they want to accept that Hufflepuff is shit, really.
They're all in denial.
The sooner we all realise it, the sooner I can go back to having friends!
…ahem.
So I wasn't the most popular girl to begin with.
I've still got Arvina.
Don't give me that look, she's lovely!
A Gryffindor.
A a very...err...nice...Gryffindor.
She uses such a, um, wonderful vocabulary!
So her face is like the back end of a donkey, that doesn't mean she's only my friend because she's got no-one else!
…ahem.
Oh go ahead, make fun of Carina because her best-friend is ugly as a hellhound.
I'm not that bad!
I shouldn't be dragged down because of her!
Okay, so my nose sticks out a bit and my skins really dry and flaky and I've got this weird rash on my-
…ahem
But my hairs nice! Short, in bob, with a fringe. Silver too!
That doesn't mean I'm an old women as the people in my common room love to shout at me.
…Okay, not just the people in my common room.
No-one says anything about my eyes though.
They're blue.
Just blue - not piercing, or sparkling, or icy or anything.
Blue blue.
I'm looking the mirror in my dormitory now, just before going to sleep.
Analysing my face.
I feel so dirty and vain - like the girls in the room who are dozing quietly.
Ah well, I guess I should just climb into bed too.
Stop thinking about my looks.
…I mean, my nose can be okay in certain lights.
I like my toes too!
The rest of my body is a bit shit though.
I have a complete lack of bosom.
As Arvina tells me every time I complain about this, "Fuck off you skinny cow!"
Doesn't she seem lovely.
So that's me.
Carina Nasica Bootes.
16.
6th Year Hufflepuff, best friend the size of an overgrown mansion and the academic skills of a mountain troll.
But this year's going to be diffrent.
This year I'm going to do something brilliant.
This year--
"GOD CARINA, WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP, I'M TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP,"
Humph.
Some people have no manners.
A/N: SO.
There's the first, umm...chapter.
Yeah, not a lot happened hahah.
Next chapter we might meet Sirius!
OKAY, I said might.
Calm down you rabid fan girls.
Disclaimer: Errrr do I look like JK?
Errr do I look like the Jackson 5 singing 'I want you back'?
Nopeee, just taking both things out to play, kay?
Ummmmm so yeah.
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