In need of cheering up (tag room mates)
by Zara Jackson
Zara had kept her composure during the head student announcement. Even if Jessica had got the satisfaction of beating her, Zara hadn't added to it by giving her the satisfaction of reacting in any overt way. That was a challenge, as she normally showed her emotions very easily and readily, but at least she had had time to mentally prepare for this.
It still sucked. At least, until the headmaster got to the part about the ball. The head student badge didn't really change anything there, as they both would have had to dance anyway, being prefects. But the annoucement did remind Zara that she was basically sorted on that front, whereas Jessica was more or less screwed. Maybe it wasn't nice to gloat at another's misfortunes, but the person in question was Jessica, who had no doubt been gloating about her win over Zara. Therefore, Zara took no qualms with evening the scales, and that thought sustained the smile on her face for the rest of the feast.
It was wearing a little thin by the time she left for Teppenpaw. No one liked losing, even to someone they liked, let alone someone they detested. She couldn't help but wonder who had been on her side... Clearly enough people liked her that she had ended up in a three way tie with Jessica and Hilda. That was part of why she felt entitled to indulge in her feelings of disappointment as she entered the dormitory she shared with Bridget and Johana Leonie. On the one hand, none of them had got it, so perhaps they all deserved to feel equally disappointed. On the other, Bridget and Johana Leonie had known about their defeat since last term, when they had all been asked to do the second ballot. Zara's was fresh.
She flopped down on her bed, resting her chin on her pillow, very far from her usual chatty self.
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Johana Leonie wasn't head girl. She wasn't a prefect so it wasn't terribly surprising, but it was harsh to be let down twice. Hilda had been in the running, which made sense since she was wonderful and because she was a prefect, but it was no secret that Johana Leonie was the more friendly, social of the two German girls. Of course, Hilda was also part of the Quidditch team . . . perhaps that had upped the Pecari's social status enough to do the trick. Johana Leonie felt immediately guilty for thinking along those lines, and she was disappointed for her friend that she wasn't head girl (although she suspected Hilda wouldn't have wanted it anyway). As such, she was already feeling terrible about herself when the headmaster had announced the ball. The ball. The ball that her little brother would publicly be attending with his boyfriend, she assumed, possibly in a dress. Dear Merlin she hoped it wasn't in a dress. But with Kai graduated and things between them having remained mostly uncertain anyway, Johana Leonie was left with no one to make a proper young lady out of her. That almost made it good that she wasn't prefect because she wouldn't have to be a loser in front of everyone at least.
She was feeling more than a bit like moping when she returned to the room she shared with Zara and Bridget after the feast and was determined to shake it off by engaging with her two roommates. Unfortunately for her, Zara, who was usually bubbly and happy to chat, was far from her usual self. Although Johana Leonie was sad that her roommate was sad, she did feel a little relieved that she could put on her bedside manner and lose herself in someone else's problems.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "That is, you are seeming sad."
She seemed sad. Stellar observations there from the would-be healer. With skills like that, Johana Leonie was sure to go far.
Just fine. Zara bit back the sarcastic response. That was not very nice, not very Teppenpaw or very prefectly of her. Would she have let it out, if she had been a Pecari? Sometimes, she wondered whether the potion had got it wrong, and whether far too many mean thoughts rippled through her head for her to be in this house. Maybe other people could see them too, underneath the smiley surface. Maybe that was why they hadn't voted for her. Perhaps she was mean, and rotten, and the only one who couldn't see it was Felipe. And he wasn't exactly a balanced judge.
Sometimes, she thought that everyone must think mean things, and perhaps the fact that most of hers stayed inside her head was what qualified her as a nice person. But today was not one of those days.
"Sucks about the badge." She decided to spell it out for Johana Leonie. "Why don't people like me?" she asked, ignoring the fact that they had liked her enough to get her through to a second round of voting. She had fallen at the final hurdle, against someone she loathed. That was what counted.
Johana Leonie blinked, surprised when Zara's thoughts were so similar to her own, even if based on a different topic. Sure, Johana Leonie had been upset about not getting Head Girl but she had already known that was the case. She supposed it made sense that Zara was dealing with that only now, since she had only just found out. That being said, Zara had a boy to go to the Ball with and probably get married too. She'd live happily ever after as a princess (almost literally) while Johana Leonie lived grumpily ever after as a spinster. It was basically set in stone now.
Beyond that, she thought it was really obvious that everyone liked Zara. Well, everyone who mattered. Johana Leonie tried to keep out of blood politics but it was obvious to her that that was a big part of what was happening. It also was no secret that Zara and Jessica weren't friends; even if they weren't going around telling everyone how much they hated each other, Zara was Johana Leonie's roommate and Jessica was one of the German language learners so she was around enough for Johana Leonie to know her well too. It wasn't hard to read the room, or mansion as the case may be.
"I vote for you," she assured her roommate. "I think that you are so good head girl. Ah . . . girl, ja?" she confirmed, realizing she probably had never asked before and technically it was a head student position that Zara had missed out on. Johana Leonie called it head girl in her own brain still because if she had gotten it, she would've been a head girl. "People blech," she said, waving a hand dismissively towards the door of their room as if it encompassed the whole of the student population. "They think they know this, they think they know that, but they not know much if they not know you are kind and smart and funny. You make that I am welcome," she smiled. "And play games. You are . . . you are whole body student! Not just head."
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