Charlotte Abbott
October 10, 2011 12:02 PM
Graduation Blues by Charlotte Abbott
She had genuinely always detested people who couldn't get themselves out of a grump, so being unable to shake her own misery was infuriating, and just made everything even worse. She was suffering some serious end of school blues, reluctant to let go of the seven years where she'd really been someone, where she'd had friends and good times, where she'd fit in as nicely as a person could expect to. Add to that she's endured a week of difficult examinations and had a week left to go and she was sure her suffering was beginning to be understandable, but combined with the recent Quidditch loss still hanging over her head, she thought her current state of despair was downright legitimate. She liked to think she'd be in this state even if she hadn't heard rumours that Daniel was taking Alison Sinclair to the Midsummer Ball.It was none of her business who he went with, was it? It would have been absolutely fine if she hadn't thought there was the slightest chance they could go together, but that was the problem: Charlie was fairly confident that if she hadn't been dating James, Daniel would happily have gone with her to the ball as friends. So she'd really screwed herself over with that one, and it wasn't as if James was a consolation prize in this instance. Yes, Charlie liked him. He had helped her with her coursework, he was very often complimentary, and very occasionally he made her laugh. She wasn't as shallow as to spend time making out with someone she didn't like (not these days, anyway), so while her relationship James was largely one of mutual convenience - as it always had been - Charlotte had always been able to convince herself it was more than just the hormones. Unfortunately, the longer the year had drawn on, the more obvious her boyfriend had made it that all she'd been was a distraction, and that wasn't something he needed in the culmination of his pre-matriculation year. It didn't really hurt as such - she had never been under the delusion that James Anthony actually loved her - but it was hardly an uplifting sentiment.
The very worst part of it, was that no matter how little they now had in common, no matter how unlikely it was they would see each other after graduation (aside, of course, from the inevitable family events, considering their siblings were now cohabiting), Charlie still needed to go to the ball with James, and it was plain to her that neither of them would want to be with each other. She knew she'd be able to convince him into going with her, because exams would be over so he wouldn't need to study, and because prefects had to lead the dance, and he was one of those. However, seeing as he didn't believe in Public Displays of Affection, Charlie was unlikely to get much out of it other than being safe in the knowledge she didn't have to show up alone.
She needed to get over it. She especially needed to get over the very plain and obvious fact that she and Daniel were blatantly intended to go together. It was their final year, they were both Quidditch captains of rival teams - they were Head Boy and Head Girl, for Merlin's sake - and they would arguably make the most attractive couple ever to grace Sonora's Hall with an opening dance, regardless of the manner of their relationship. But no, she'd had to go and get physical with James and now she was going to fail Defense if she didn't start concentrating.
Her head in her hands, Charlie robotically turned the page of the textbook infront of her, barely taking in anything she was reading. If she lasted until the end of term without a complete mental breakdown it would be a miracle.
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