[Lake] Innocent Eyes

[Alicia Kennedy]

As the radiant beams of light emitted from the sun creating a crimson skyline, Ali sat tapping the quill’s pure white feather against the contrast of her black diary. It was the time she inputted in her diary daily but today the words that usually flowed from her quill seemed to be lost on her as the dull day held nothing of interest to release it out onto paper. As she looked out onto the slightly rippling water, the wind blew her curly flavescent hair into her face, causing her to close her eyes to stop it poking her irises. She could of written about her catastrophic display in her potions lesson, but she didn’t want to relive the experience and soon shrugged the idea from her mind. Her hands were still dyed lime green from the manic experiment and for the rest of the lesson the slytherins were calling her snot hands, much to the embarrassment of herself. She knew if she were to tell Bryn and Brooke that they would both hex them into oblivion, but from experience of watching others being bullied, intervening only made it worse for the victim, so she just gave them a rude muggle hand gesture which had them confused for the rest of the day but amused Professor Vaid highly. At least he was a muggle and knew what it meant, and his supporting laughter gave Ali cause to laugh for the first time all lesson.

So here she was, the wind blowing warmly through her curls as she continued to tap the leather bound diary, still stuck on what to write. She had barely seen her siblings all week and had heard rumours of her big sister becoming a little more frivolous than what Bryn and herself liked to endure, and apparently more than a few guys had been chasing after her. Ali had heard of Bryn’s reaction to this news and had attempted to find him to calm him down, but she didn’t find him until a few hours later looking rather red in the face. Ali hated in when Bryn was angry, it didn’t suit him, and all she could do to comfort him was give him a delicate hug in hope he would sedate somewhat.

Opening the pages, she flicked through a few before reaching the place she had last entered a date. Her diary was looking rather empty and this factor made her realise how boring life was. All she wrote about was her day to day things and little snippets of gossip she had heard around the school, most of which were probably true on some level, but nothing worth stealing the diary for. She giggled subtly to herself at the thought of someone stealing her diary in hope of some big juicy pages of gossip only to find out what Ali had for lunch the entire week. Sighing, she closed her eyes as she dropped the book into her lap and lay back into the grass, enjoying the slight warm summer breeze caressing her skin.

[Narcissus Drachen]

“Oh, thank you,” The diary was slipped from her hands politely. “Would you like this when I’m done?” Narcissus smiled pleasantly. Bedtime could wait.

He took a long step back, out of her reach, and flipped through the pages with the pad of his thumb, pressing flat the spine with anticipation. It cracked achining. Let’s see. Aaah... “I do think Bryn tends to overact with this sort of thing, but are Toby or Yorick really that bad for her? Brooke isn’t as foolish as he wants to believe – or... what any of us want to believe, really. Sometimes she’s an absolute mystery...” Narcissus paused, titling his head and raising an eyebrow at her. He turned ten pages backwards. “I love where I belong – I’m honestly proud! – but I'm feeling it again, that divide between us. They’re expected to be leaders and heroes, Go, Go, Gryffindor! Mum and dad just think I’ll be the soft one forever...”

Narcissus closed the handsome journal with his thumb between the pages, holding it against his heart safely. She looked around at him with a self-assured half smile, unphased by his amusement. Was that permission not to be sorry?

“Is that all?” He bit his lip and flopped the novella open again, scanning her sentences abusively. “You really need an index, you know.” Whispering, as if it were their secret, “Where’s your first kiss?”

[Alicia Kennedy]

As soon as she closed her eyes, she felt the Diary being pulled from her limp hands. As her eyes flickered open abruptly, she panicked for a moment at the voice of a boy actually being indecent enough to thank her for the diary. Bolting upright, she stared blankly at the boy for a moment before realising he did infact have her precious memories. Worry swept through her almost instantly and as she tried to stand up she entangled her own legs together and fell over, failing miserably.

"Hey! That's personal alright Narcissus!" she exclaimed, stumbling into an upright position eventually after she untangled herself. Her yellow converse were now a little dirtier than she hoped they would be as she sped forwards towards the Slytherin. This is not what she wanted right now, it was typical for something like this to happen to her.
"Narcissus please, it's private" she begged as she reached up for the diary as he toyed with her and began to read from her secret pages and blab her thoughts to the world. Looking around thoroughly embarrased to see who was witnessing the current event, her cheeks flushed red before she heard him talk about being the soft one forever and her feeling rather outdone by the twins.

She knew he wasn't going to stop, and she didn't want to be heard begging and pleading to a Slytherin. Heaving a big sigh, she flicked a curl from her view before staring him out and placing her hands on her hips forcefully. The scene had caught attention of a few nearby people and they began to crowd round observing the mere mockery Narcissus was inflicking upon Ali.
As he flicked backwards he seemed to enjoy every second of this, and Ali unlike her twin siblings would normally give everyone a chance to prove themselves instead of confining them to a house, but she began to see they were in the right for hating slytherins.

'Where’s your first kiss?'

At his new words that were now shouted to the world, Ali's eyes widened so much they threatened to pop from her head. Her lips pursed and she made another unsuccessful grab for the leather bound pages.
"That's non of your business Drachen, just because perverts like you enjoy reading stuff like that" she said through a burrowing frown. Everything written in the diary about Brooke and Bryn was now irrelevant to her, all that mattered now was stopping him reading any more embarrassing things.