Witches Don't Cry - Year 3, Chapter 14: I Get Told A Motivational Speech

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Chapter 14: I Get Told A Motivational Speech ____________________________________________ It had been a few weeks since the Finnely Patronus Incident(tm). Jackie had been teasing me every day for those weeks. We were walking side by side in the hallways, all the while Jackie was telling me I was in love. "No I'm not." I denied. "Yes you are!" she argued. "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "...fine." I gave in. Triumph was quite evident in Jackie's laugh. I didn't need good sight to say she was pleased. We kept walking. Since it was Sunday, we had no classes. I had absolutely no idea where we were heading, so Jackie was pretty much leading me along. "So, how's Finnely~?" Jackie taunted. I groaned softly, then replied; "how am I supposed to know? He's been pretty distant since that day." Jackie paused, then grinned. "oooo~~ he's thinking of how to admit his love to you!!" I froze. I felt the blush creeping up my cheeks, so I lowered my head to hide my face. "I don't think anyone could love this monster that much." I muttered, immediately hoping Jackie hadn't heard that. But she had. She too, froze in her tracks. I felt a harsh grip on my wrist. "Don't call yourself that." she said, her voice firm. "but I /am/ a mons-" but I was interrupted by her. "Marcella Mia Odessa Weasley." -- I flinched at my full name -- "You don't seem to know yourself, then. So I'll tell you who you are and who I know. I know the Marcie who competed in the Triwizard Tournament at 11 and survived. The Marcie who made dungballs chase Umbridge around Hogwarts for ages. The Marcie who got st4bb3d and somehow befriended the one who st4bbed her. So I really DON'T CARE if you forget yourself, but if you DARE call yourself a monster again, I WILL SAY THIS AGAIN AND MOR-" she stopped. And I knew why. Tears slipped down my face. It felt so long since I had cried, I didn't know if it was real or not. I wasn't sobbing. I wasn't making any noise at all. Just tears. I lowered my head further so I didn't embarass myself. But as soon as I did so, Jackie tilted my head upwards again. "Don't." she said gently, yet firmly. "Don't hide your tears." And for some reason, I listened. She brushed away the hair covering my blind eye. "You can't see well anymore, can you." She straightened me. "I'm getting you glasses in the holidays." I whiped away my tears with my sleeve and managed a small smile. It wasn't much, but it was real. "...thanks." "Can't let my friend in love go miserable, can I?" "shush it." "never."