| la_pensee @ 2003-09-25 12:47:00 |
An Unexpected Evening Occurrence
Upon entering the girl's dormitory several evenings ago I found myself in the rather awkward position of stumbling onto Queenie Greengrass. The poor darling was terribly distraught and I felt despite our past unpleasantness I would try to act graciously in this position. After all, I do know if I were upset I would appreciate a sympathetic soul who was willing to listen to the current troubles on my mind.
Although some fancy her pretty, Queenie was quite a frightful sight at that moment. Some girls can cry and still look beautiful. It gives their eyes a starry sort of brightness and flushes their face in such a manner that their cheeks seem rouged with blush. Unfortunately this is a small and select group to which most girls do not belong. The rest simply get blotchy and puffy and red all over and Queenie is among this group.
As I offered Queenie my handkerchief, I took a seat beside her and gently reminded her that she wasn't one of those rare few who crying suited well. I knew saying such a thing would get her to stop feeling sorry for herself immediately as she has always been one to fuss greatly over her looks. As anticipated, Queenie promptly wiped off her face with her sleeve (of all the things to do! But she was too proud to take my handkerchief, I suppose), drying her tears as if they had never been, and gave me such a fierce glare that I almost laughed. Crying does not look well on Queenie but anger works just the opposite. It imbues her face with such a radiance you'd hardly know she was the same person. But I merely smiled and patted her thigh and I inquired what was wrong.
Queenie was not as eager as I expected to share her troubles so I decided to bring up something positive to initiate our conversation. I mentioned her sister's recent admission onto the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. However, to my surprise this only seemed to upset her more. I had mistakenly thought she'd be proud of her sister, but on contemplating this more thoroughly I suppose she has always been somewhat embarrassed of her family. Also, as it would turn out, Queenie was in actuality upset because she hadn't made the Slytherin team herself! I apologized immediately because I hadn't had the faintest clue she'd wanted to be part of sports team. (She'd always complained about getting her clothes dirty as a child so I had never imagined that she would have want to be part of such a typically rough game). Queenie, however, accused me of purposely bringing up a sore point (which was ridiculous and I told her so). I informed her kindly that the team was very selective and not everyone could very well make the cut. Even people you would have assumed would have made it on because they looked the part had not been let into the team. I added quite simply that just because Draco could ride a broomstick with such graceful ease and Millicent made bashing balls seem like such artistic fun, not all of us could be good at such things.
Unfortunately, even after much conversation, I couldn't console her so finally I decided to offer my last piece of chocolate mousse cheesecake to Queenie, which after a little prompting she ate quite eagerly.
Comments:
| potterstinks @ 2003-09-25 04:42 pm UTC |
Once again, I've left a path of broken hearts behind me. It's not easy being me.
| la_pensee @ 2003-09-25 06:07 pm UTC |
I do believe that was the driving force behind her eagerness to join - to spend more time with you. Of course, I suppose, she forgot that you have standards (as team captain).
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2003-09-25 06:30 pm UTC |
Don't let's mince words. I have standards, full-stop.
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