Ebony and Ivory: A Match Made to Miss PV Ebony Vetra Closed

Ebony put on the hood of her cloak. It was slightly obscuring her vision, but she didn't mind. She just let herself get lost in her thoughts and her imaginary world. A world where she could let out her emotions freely, cry all she wanted, yell all she wanted, smile all she wanted. Of course, the ideal world just doesn't exist.

Strolling through the aisles, she kept her vision at her feet -- not that she could look anywhere else, with the hood on. She was bound to bump into somebody soon, but she didn't care. She could probably face their wrath and whatever they threw at her.

Her worries were not whether she would bump into someone, or whether she had finished her homework or not. Her thoughts were, in fact, not even in the present. They had moved back in time, back into the past. Ebony found it extremely hard not to dwell on the past -- her past actions, people from the past, her past emotions, past troubles... everything. Just everything. She was quite the over-thinker, too.

She found her thoughts wandering to her parents and how she hadn't seen them for a long time, and then to her neighbours, who had mocked her and bullied her. She was glad that she was at Hogwarts now, and that she was no longer lonely and alone in her troubles. She actually had friends to go to for comfort, and most of all, fun, which she didn't have much of as a child.

Almost forgetting that she was in the Library, Ebony snapped back into the present and came to an abrupt stop, questioning why she was walking in circles around the place. What was her reason for coming here in the first place? The library was a comfort place, but she didn't come here just to ponder on her life decisions. Oh, right. She wanted to read a Charms book for the homework. She grabbed one off the shelf and proceeded to head towards a table.

Just as she turned towards a table with the book in her hand, something crashed into her side with such a force that her book slid out of her grasp. Ebony toppled over and fell onto the hard floor with a thump at the same time as a girl with pale hair landed on her bottom beside her. Her dark hair spread out from behind her like snakes as a pain shot across her back.

She pushed herself up with difficulty, her body conveniently being void of energy at the moment. It's been a long day, and she had to admit she was tired. She didn't notice the fact that the girl who had knocked her down had offered to help her up.

"What are you doing?" she snapped moodily, still engulfed in tiredness after having pushed herself up. She bent down to pick up her Charms book from beside the girl's foot. The girl said something in another language that Ebony didn't understand, and then apologised. She spoke in a light accent that sounded secretly pleasant to her ears -- but Ebony was not about to let the girl know that. She just pushed her over, for god's sake! She was going to be angry. Mean. She's not going to get pushed over and then just act like nothing happened. No, that was not Ebony. She is not nice to people who hurt her. A small voice at the back of her head told her it was an accident, but she pushed it away. Still, she told herself, she pushed you over! Somehow, sometime, the "knocked over" had automatically been converted to "pushed over". "Pushed over" sounded a lot worse. It sounded deliberate.

"How did you not notice I was here?" she exclaimed, starting off with a bit of a manic voice, but then remembering she was in the library and then lowering her volume.

Ebony flinched away as the girl circled her. As her gaze trailed to follow the tiny girl, she realised that they were polar opposites. She had light hair and pale skin, while Ebony had a darker, tanned complexion and even darker hair. She was short, Ebony was tall. The Hufflepuff girl looked like she was the type of person to smile in every instance, no matter what was happening -- the light smattering of freckles on her cheeks added to the impression. The girl's hands were held tightly against her chest delicately. Ebony could never.

The girl proceeded to apologise -- again. Was once not enough? Ebony suddenly felt a pang of jealously course through her. How could she still be so nice, so apologetic, so calm? How was she not already moody and annoyed? She looked into the girl's cute face, looking all too worried.

Ebony sighed and rubbed her slightly aching sides. Her personality was the opposite. The slightest spark lit her fire, and she was prone to mood swings. It was as if someone else was taking over the wheel whenever she got the slightest bit annoyed. She didn't know how to control herself. She had dreamed of having a personality like this girl. She had dreamed of not being trampled over by her rollercoaster of unpredictable emotions -- and she ached for it. But of course, she wasn't like this. She was the uncontrollable, moody teenager that she always was -- and she proceeded to make things worse for herself.

Ebony shook her head and scoffed, "Why would I need to go to the hospital wing? I'm not tiny and fragile like you." Her eyes widened when she realised she was making fun of the girl's size. I'm really turning into the bad guy here, she thought to her head inwardly, I should just stop and apologise and be on my way. But the brief decent thought was overridden by a wave of annoyance, jealousy, frustration, a wave of all those horrible feelings jumbled up together -- and she was directing it toward the poor girl.