Alrighty, so I'm not sure who from MYUTM has made it over here, so I'm just going to PM who's responded? Anyway, NEW POST!


“Come on, Juliet, let’s go eat,” Leslie said as they walked out of the Potions room an hour later.

“Whatever,” Ruthie replied, not even bothering to giggle at her muggle reference.

“Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad. I promise,” Leslie said softly, patting Ruthie’s arm. Ruthie yanked her arm out of reach with a scowl.

“It was too,” Ruthie said stubbornly. Scorpius walked past them then, gently grazing Ruthie’s arm. She stopped in her tracks and stared after him. Leslie stopped short right beside her. He didn’t bother turning around this time. “Oh, who am I kidding? He’s so out of my league,” Ruthie groaned.

“Stop it. You’re not giving yourself enough credit. He’s the idiot,” Leslie said airily. Ruthie didn’t respond, but made her way to the Great Hall for lunch.

“Ruthie! Leslie!” James waved at them eagerly from the table. They walked over to him slowly, Leslie blushing slightly. Ruthie sniggered and Leslie nudged her in the side to make her stop. Lily, Hugo, Albus, and Rose had already made it to the table.

They must not have been side tracked by Scorpius, Ruthie thought. She smiled slightly at them, though they were grinning. It wasn’t an innocent grin either. It was evil. I guess the incident in Potions didn’t go as unnoticed as I thought, Ruthie thought embarrassedly. Her eyes dropped to her plate as she concentrated on piling on her food.

“So, how was class?” James asked casually, glancing at Ruthie.

“The usual,” she shrugged. “Boring.” Ruthie side glanced at the others, daring them to comment on what happened with her glare. Nobody spoke.

“Hey, do you know if Uncle George is meeting us in Hogsmeade?” James asked. Ruthie shook her head. How was she supposed to know? It’s not like she’d be going to Hogsmeade Village; she would be studying for her O.W.L.s. “Oh well,” James muttered under his breath, obviously thinking about the prankster supplies he wouldn’t be getting.

“Ruthie?” someone asked from behind her. She jumped slightly from the surprise before turning.

“Oh, hey, Nick,” Ruthie said with a small smile. Nick Davies, son of Roger Davies and Cho Chang.

“Hey, so, er, anything new?” he asked awkwardly. Ruthie mentally rolled her eyes.

“Not really, you?” Ruthie asked. He shook his head slightly.

“I, er, guess I’ll see you later,” Nick said quietly as he made his way to the Ravenclaw table.

“Somebody has a secret admirer,” James sniggered. Ruthie hit his arm with a sigh.

“Oh, shut it before I hex you,” she replied sourly.

“Somebody’s a bit defensive,” Leslie remarked.

“I’ll hex you too, Les,” Ruthie muttered under her breath. Leslie giggled and continued eating, undisturbed.

“But seriously, he’s been in love with you ever since the first day,” Rose said seriously. Ruthie glanced at her cousin in aggravation.

“He isn’t in love with me!” she hissed under her breath. “We’re just friends.” Ruthie set her jaw stubbornly as she played with her food.


“When are you going to realize that he’s just not into you? It’s the same thing every day, and then I have to hear you complain about it and what not!” Leslie yelled. Ruthie’s face grew hot as her eyes narrowed in fury. They were standing in the middle of the courtyard with many eavesdroppers around them. The incident was the same as always. They were in class, and Ruthie just stared at the back of Scorpius’s head.

“I—I just—He’s,” Ruthie spluttered. She glanced around at everyone’s curious faces. Her breath caught as she glanced at a blonde Slytherin, who was watching them with a half amused, half annoyed expression on his face. Ruthie turned bright red as she looked back at Leslie. She unclenched her jaw as her hands balled into fists. “Some best friend you are,” Ruthie muttered miserably before running off toward the lake.

Ruthie sat beneath the familiar tree and absently looked at the bark. She noticed the faint etching of EB and GW: Best Friends Forever in the bark. A heart had been added around it at their wedding apparently.

“Best friends,” she scoffed with a grunt as she turned her back from the taunting tree.

“Ruthie, Ruthie, Ruthie, what are we going to do with you?” James sighed as he sat beside her.

“Go away, I don’t want any company or pity parties,” she muttered.

“I’m not here as a pity party, Ruth, I’m here as your cousin, who is worried about you,” James said defensively. “Besides, I have something for you,” he added as he pulled out an envelope. “It’s from Uncle George; he gave it to me when I went to Hogsmeade. It came with a Chocolate Frog, but I got hungry,” he shrugged with a shy smile. Ruthie giggled in spite of herself.

Ruthie held out her hand and James put the rectangular package in her palm hesitantly. She tore open the paper as James stood to leave. She tipped over the contents of the envelope and a white gold chain with a heart dangling on the end fell to her fingertips. A small piece of folded parchment flew to the ground and she picked it up mechanically.

Ruthie Ginerva,
You don’t want to talk about it with your mother—I get it. I hope you like the necklace. We had it made for you. Ever since you were little, you’ve had a big heart. I really do know what you’re going through… Believe it or not, I had some boy problems in school. Not that I’m saying that this is about boys… When I needed someone to go to, I had your Grandpa Rems, and you have anyone at your choosing, Ruth. We’re all here for you, even Grandpa Rems. I’m sure he’s watching over you at this very moment. You’re not alone, sweetie. I love you. See you soon.
Mum

Ruthie glanced back at the necklace her mother had sent her. The truth was that she was afraid to tell her parents or any of the other adults, for that matter. She knew how her dad and Uncle Ron felt towards the Malfoy family, so it’s not like they would understand. She pulled the chain over her hair and let it dangle from her neck. Her fingers curled around the heart as she stared off into the lake.

“Can I sit with you?” Rose asked quietly, sitting down despite getting a response.

“I guess so,” Ruthie sighed.

“So…how are you?” Rose asked softly. Ruthie shrugged, not meeting her eyes. “I saw…what happened, that is. I’m sorry, Ruthie. I’m sure Leslie didn’t mean anything by it… She’s probably just having a bad day or something…”

“It doesn’t excuse her actions in my book,” Ruthie said stubbornly. Rose sighed. Ruthie pushed her black curls over her shoulder, catching one strand to twirl in her hands.

“So, you like him a lot, don’t you?” Rose whispered.

“That obvious?” Ruthie sighed. Rose giggled quietly.

“You should tell him,” Rose said quietly.

“He’s just not into me that way,” Ruthie said bitterly.

“How will you know unless you try?”

“Can we not talk about this?”

“I guess, but know I’m here if you want to talk, Ruth,” Rose said softly before standing to leave.

Ruthie sat there for a while, staring at the black water until the dinner bell rang. She slowly made her way back to the castle and sat beside Rose and James, ignoring a sulky Leslie.

“Ruthie, I really am—” Leslie began.

Ruthie held up her hand and Leslie paused. “I don’t care what you have to say. Just give it a rest. And stop talking to me,” Ruthie snapped before she stuffed a piece of chicken in her mouth. Leslie stared at her in shock before her eyes turned back to her own plate. James nudged Ruthie in the side, which made her harrumph. She glared at him, and he glared back.

“What?” she snapped.

“Don’t be so rude,” James snapped back.

“She brought it upon herself,” Ruthie growled under her breath.

“So much for best friends,” he hissed.

“I could say the same thing,” Ruthie said loudly. They glowered at each other, almost every eye in the Hall on them. “I’ve lost my appetite,” Ruthie said, narrowing her eyes. She left the Great Hall in a hurry, not making eye contact with anything but the floor. As she ran for her dormitory, she let a few tears escape. I didn’t do this, she chanted over and over in her head.

Instead of curling up n her bed, she went to the open window and stared out at the bright moon and the twinkling stars. She noticed the brightest and stared at it intently before closing her eyes all together.

Star Bright, star light, the first star I see tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight… I wish for him. Ruthie sighed as she turned to her four poster bed and climbed in. She drew the curtains around her bed and curled up as her tears overtook her.


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