After Potions, I walked up to Jax and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey Jax, long time no see." I said. "Yeah, what one..." he thought for a minute. "And a half years." I finished.
He looked at me astonished.
"You remember?" He asked. "Of course, you were my best friend." I laughed. "Were." He repeated.
"Well, are. But like I said it's been one and a half years." I said. "Oi, who's this Jax?" Draco asked, ruining the reunion. "My best friend Melodey." He looked at me and smiled.
Even though he's q Slytherin, he's absolutely nothing like his brother. Draco fits the Slytherin role well. Evil, annoying, pest, git, prat, etc. Jax, not so much. He could be and should be a Griffindor.
"What are you?" Draco asked me. Jax glared at him. "Draco you can't just ask people what they are." He said. "Well I dont want you talking to mudbloods or blood traitors." Draco replied.
"Hey, watch it. I'm older than you." Jax said. "It's fine Jax. I don't mind telling you brother I'm a pureblood." I sneered the last word. "Oh, okay." Draco smirked.
"Oh get lost!" I snapped. I turned on my heel and stormed away. I ran down the hall towards Muggle Studies.
As I turned a corner I ran into someone. Legit, ran straight into someone, knocking both of our books and ourselves down.
"Ahh!" I screamed, mostly out of vein startled. "Oi watch- oh hey Melodey." George said blushing.
"I'm so sorry George, I didn't mean to, I just-" He cut me off before I could finish. "Hey its ok, I think I just figured out what pink means." He said chuckling. "What?" I asked confused. "Your hair." He replied.
I looked at my hair, and once again it was as pink as a highlighter.
"Oh, right. About that." I said, feeling my hair grow darker. "Aren't you the least bit curious as to what i think it is?" He asked. "Well you said you know, and I believe you." I rushed, picking up my books.
He grabbed my hand, making me look at him.
"Listen to me Mels, I think it's totally cool, actually I'm kind of jealous, I wish mine could do that too." He said. "No you don't," I said standing up. "And I'm glad you don't have to go through what I do with this hair." I told him, walking away before he could see the tears that had formed in my eyes.
I just don't get it. Why would he wish he could have this curse? Why would he want to be one of the world's biggest freaks? Why would he like to be like me?
