AFTER ALL YOU PUT ME THROUGH YOU'D THINK I WOULD DESPISE YOU. BUT IN THE END I WANT TO THANK YOU BECAUSE YOU MAKE ME THAT MUCH STRONGER. WELL I THOUGHT I KNEW YOU, THINKING THAT YOU WERE TRUE GUESS I COULDN'T TRUST, CALLED YOUR BLUFF, TIME IS UP 'CAUSE I'VE HAD ENOUGH. YOU WERE THERE BY MY SIDE, ALWAYS DOWN FOR THE RIDE BUT YOUR JOY RIDE JUST CAME DOWN IN FLAMES 'CAUSE YOUR GREED SOLD ME OUT IN SHAME. AFTER ALL THE STEALING AND CHEATING YOU PROBABLY THINK THAT I HOLD RESENTMENT FOR YOU. BUT OH-NO. YOU'RE WRONG. -----------------------------------
When it came to wandering around the castle and doing absolutely nothing, Je'Belle was editor and chief of that newspaper. Why? She wasn't adventurous enough to do anything else. Finding every possible nook and cranny in the castle wasn't her duty, but roaming? Roaming fit her description. Je'Belle wasn't sure what she liked about her constant wanderings. Maybe, she didn't like them at all, Maybe, she just did it to get up and
do something, instead of lying on a couch in the Ravenclaw Common Room and just waiting for something half interesting to happen.
The point was, that Je'Belle had somehow landed herself in the Trophy Room, one of the most boring, most dusty places in the castle. She circled the room, her Converse causing dust to rise off the floor. She knew now why she hadn't traveled here in her seven years in this enormous castle. There was nothing down here after all Just a bunch of awards and plaques claiming that someone Je'Belle didn't know, did something amazing for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy.
Pathetic. Who would want to do something for a stupid school? Why wouldn't they do something for themselves instead?
Je'Belle shook her head. Right. Not many people were as straightforward as her when it came to things like that. Maybe that someone had been a Gryffindor, brave enough to work only for the likes of others. Or a Hufflepuff, loyal enough to someone, that he or she would give their life to save theirs. With people, there were so many shades of grey, darker and lighter than the others. For Je'Belle, there was only black and white. A firm line between good and evil.
Her circling slowed, and Je'Belle stopped in front of a cabinet made entirely of glass. Gold glimmered from inside the cabinet. The Ravenclaw didn't have time to read every trophy, but she could make out what a handful of them were trying to say, Someone, a few years back, had been top in a Gobstones tournament. Interesting. Je'Belle had never played Gobstones.
Je'Belle stood there for a while, an emotionless stare on her face, She absentmindedly pulled on the fringes of her purple sweater. Some people in this room had achieved so much. Others, it was as if Hogwarts needed some way to add new trophies to the room. How did being top in Gobstones even compare to doing Special Services for the school?How could those achivements be placed within a continent of each other, much less in the same dusty old room? Je'Belle slowly raised her hand, letting her fingertips touch the glass. She half expected a caterwauling charm to go off on her, but there was none. Je'Belle chewed on her lower lip, and let her fingers slide down the glass. Finally, she let them drop to hang, lifeless at her side. Je'Belle backed away from the glass cabinet. Every name in this room had done something. Maybe it wasn't as extraordinary as services to the school, but they had done something. Their names were forever etched in the history of Hogwarts.
Je'Belle secretly wished she could be like that. That she could win the school over with some streak of brilliance. She didn't even care what form the brillance came in. But Je'Belle wanted it. She wanted it badly. No matter what she said out-loud, Je'Belle wanted to make a difference in Hogwarts, She wanted to prove she was something worthwhile. Je'Belle supposed every teenager wanted that these days, Her parents would be so proud, if she did something amazing. If she broke the boundaries of the world she confined herself to.
The Ravenclaw sat down on the ground, bringing her knees up to her chest. Je'Belle glanced at her watch. It was almost lunchtime. She really should be going. But Je'Belle made no move to stand or exit the Trophy Room in any way. She rather liked it, sitting here, gazing at the colors that bounced off the cabinet glass and reflected off the gold awards. It was calming.
Stained Glass is Prone to Crack
