Don't Be Such A Baby

[musikal]

I'm sending you this dear request to see if you would come.

As, she read the last line she wanted to melt away into her oak chair. The blonde of all blonde, the over the top big bad blonde was spending her time reading this letter she had gotten not to long ago in the day over and over again. Actually, she had spent her time reading the last line over and over again. Her grandparents, of all people had invited her to go to Beaubaxtons to finish up her last year. What kind of crap was that?Musikal was a big girl, she knew how to blow her nose by herself and pick out an outfit that doesn't make you want to puke if you look at it too long. She had her flute in her lap as she was sitting behind the gargoyle statues once more playing for the fun of it. The letter gripped kind of tight in her right hand.

Now her grandparents thought she was incapable just because she was a girl. This was sort of sexist, she was just as "capable" as the next person, wither it be male or female. Beaubaxton was a fine place and all, but alas Hogwarts was always the place to have her heart. Besides it was a place filled with girls and what's the point of that? You may as well just go to school with a bunch of mirrors. Muse had always liked a bit of varitey. Her cheeks were made a harsher tone of red, due to a bit of sad anger. She refused of course, but her family was important and her grandparents wuold be rather disappoint. She wondered if they even considered her needs. What would she tell her friends? It was as though she was the lemon and she was going to go take a ride to the juicer, and then inside of it. That was after the whole peeling and cutting thing was done.

She placed the piece of paper under her chair and picked up her instrument. Playing it slowly, after a few minutes she placed on her lap again. Her attire so simple yet so complex. A white tank top, under a blue low v'ed [how the heck am I supposed to describe it?] hooded sweatshirt that lay showing under a black denim jumper. With a pair of tights underneath, and a pair of black code white vans. No jewelry was worn as it was too much of a burden to try and look pretty at the moment. She was cute either way so to say. Then again she was just a little into herself. She hummed a tune with her lips. Not out of the ordinary, seeing as her aminigi -sp- [Can't spell right now!] form was a humming bird. She pulled at her elastic to loosen it out of it's low side ponytail. Alone, depressed and wanting to rest.

[amelle]

Amelle walked down the stairs, her shoes clicking on every step. That sound always made her feel complete for some reason, as if she had some purpose, as if she were going somewhere. She was wearing a pair of jeans and red heels with a red halter-top, simple in her opinion. Eyes grazing over where the stairs opened up to, she spotted a girl with blonde hair, someone familiar. Of course! It was Muse, she knew her from the Order. Her parents were friends with her mother. And her aunts. And her uncles. Most of her family, for that matter.

"Hello, Muse." she said in a non-chalant manner, taking a seat next to the Gryffindor, not waiting to be asked. Though usually she avoided any of her Gryffindor counter-parts (Excluding her brother), she wanted to conversate. All of the other Slytherins she was friends with were busy trying to finish up essays for the various professors at Hogwarts before they were due tomorrow, a very stupid move on their half in her opinion.

It looked as if she was upset about something or other, but she had no idea as to what. Cocking her head slightly to the side, she surveyed Muse, trying to figure out what could be wrong. If one of her parents had died, it would've been more obvious. Waiting for a few more seconds, she opened her mouth, but then closed it again."Is something the matter?" she asked, sounding slightly uncaring without meaning to.

[musikal]

<sup>A Weasley. Well, they weren't really that hard to find, considering that thirty-percent of the school's population was probably Weasley's. Okay, maybe not really but Musikal really was one for taking things to the extreme, it was far more better than thinking in understatements. Now was the perfect time to perk up. She didn't want the reputation of being seen behind the stairway on a chair wallowing in her own sorrows. She stared at her nails which looked like triangles now thanks to her careless biting. She tended to do that when she was nervous, bite, chew, repeat.

"Perhaps." That was Muse's first word out. "Hogwarts opened for the freaking good. Who comes up with some sort of shit to have an all girl's school or an all boy's school. Fully poppycock." She didn't even bother saying to pardon her language. There always was something that amused her about profanity. When people would say to her to watch her language she would always reply simply "I'm sorry I didn't know I could watch language." The last time she had done that, she had gotten a rather interesting response from a sixth year Ravenclaw.
"Sure you can, just take some drugs and than you'll have heluations and start seeing your words. That way you can watch your language." Muse didn't even have a response to this. He just happily looked at her and walked away, as if he was satisfied with himself and his doings.

"Shouldn't you be doing your homework? I saw all your other little friends running around the library or somewhere else with tons of parchment and tons of ink in their hands. I really did have to hold in my laughter when one of them fell over. I did help them maintain themselves though. So, I guess all is all right with her. Another thing is that I don't really see you conversing with Gryffindors, other than your brother, and me within all reason. You must be really desperate for interaction." She pulled a small smug grin on her face before taking her orange flute case out from under the chair. "The mere excitement of being around miss Moony." Now I guess Moon was just being a smart-ass, but it was a great form of entertainment and a rather good mind taker offer. "Kidding Am [Pronounced like Em as in Emily], of course." She kissed her right thumb and pressed it as hard as she could against the younger girl's forehead.</sup>