affection perfection >> OPEN.

[Imogen Wells]

They had let her down again. A brief meeting with their 'adviser-and-friend' Mr. Jeeves, laugh all you want, the man did know everything about everything, and Imogen Well's was sent back to Hogwarts on her pretty little way, complete with a shimmering dress and eyes shimmering through tears. It was silly to feel so let down- Imogen decided- it was not the first time their 'annual family dinner' had been canceled due to her father having to work and her mother too busy tanning her botoxed backside. Yes, Imogen didn't think it was possible to have collagen put there, but apparently anything is possible if you all but own the country.

It was just a meal, Imogen told herself over and over again, there'd be one next year. They all sit around the table, complete with blinding white silver plates, hearty laughs and filled glasses with throat burning sherry. It was almost as if they were celebrating Christmas- but oh no. It was the meal of the year, the pretty much only time the family every really ate together. Mr. Wells was always working, bringing in more money, and since the mental loss of her husband, Mrs. Wells couldn't be arsed to try anymore. Although they both loved their daughter dearly, they could no longer see the reason for the meal their spawn looked forward to so much. They just didn't share the same passion for some 'alone time' with each other.

She sat upon the lowly bed in the Shrieking Shack, head bowed, eyes focused on the fingers within her lap, entwining themselves and releasing, the same continuous motion repeating. Her glittering eyes were watered, and the sting at the back of her eyes was almost fruitless as she tried hard to keep from crying. Something like that would show that she was disappointed. And this optimistic young woman did not emit pessimism whatsoever. But it just hurt her insides so much, her heart was pounding violently, and her neck elongated itself back wards as her eyes rolled to the ceiling, eyelids closed, the 'smoky eyes' effect plastered upon them catching the stream of moon light from outside and sending glitter rays into the dark room.

Earlier on that day, that week in fact, she had been so excited about the upcoming event of her family coming together properly for the first time in months. She had rushed from Potions, up to her dormitory and showered with the utmost eagerness. A smile had been plastered across her face, confusing her room mates, who remained oblivious to the reason. They came to the conclusion she was meeting a boy- due to her dressing up and the red of excitement blushing her cheeks. They sat and watched her dry her hair, rolling Frizz-Ease into it to calm the loose curls. They'd watched with something akin to envy as she made her shining face beam, eyebrows furrowed as she applied the gloss to her plump pout.

A slow and shaky breath left her mouth in one heave, the gloss was now gone, and her bottom lip was red from being bitten. Her cheeks were paler than before, but the all over tan from her holiday to the Dominican Republic stopped her from being ghostlike. She held back a small smile at her own stupidity. Deep down, she'd known there was the nasty possibility it wouldn't go ahead, but she had pushed it away, determined things were going to go right for once. Her fingers pushed across her knee caps, shaking and cold. Her eyes moved to her feet, the buckles of her court shoes glinted back at her, ankles bent to the side, heels pressed against the dirty floor.

She had picked out the dress especially, it was one she had received for her sixteenth birthday from them. It was pricey- she was sure by the pure silk material, and she when she wore it- when she had put it on earlier that evening, she had felt like the princess she'd always wanted to be. As it swished around Imogen's thighs, she realized that although the material and dress were both lovely- the reason she loved the short gown so much was because her parent's got it for her, they'd put thought into something other than themselves, and shown their love in an obvious, sweet way that rang in her heart and had caused a bright grin to shine on her face.

Her fingers ran over the material, the shimmer that was previously there was no just murky in the light coming from the dirty window. She didn't feel like a princess now. She felt like a little girl whose parent's had let her down yet again, a little girl who was sick of her heart being broken. It was something like this that had turned her into quite the little slut in fourth year. She had craved the attention she had lost at home and found it in the beds of horny lads who wanted to get their end away with a stunning blonde. It was the age old tale but it was true.

The shrieking shack had been her first place to go. She had no idea why. It wasn't the nicest of places, and her decision was not understandable in the slightest. Normally so against dirt and grime- she found the new hiding place a solitude of muck and rubbish. She guessed it was the peace and quiet. Her fingers ran across the linen on the bed. She had sat upon the brown covers without thinking of what may lie underneath herself. She didn't want to think of the years and years that this here bed had been used for shagging and other gruesome matters. Her lip curled slightly, and a shudder went down her spine. She removed her fingers back to her lap and glanced to the windows. Dust covered, it was hard to see through the mucky glass, but she could see the dark sky, the outline of Hogwarts and Hogsmeade and the moon in the sky, glittering over the Forbidden Forest temptingly.

She could hear the whistle of wind through the trees, and the creaking of the door below her. She could hear the scratch of something she didn't want to know of in the corner, and the howl of something dark near the abode. She heard all these things- but most of all? Most of all she heard the thumping of her let-down heart, and she felt the need of some affection... desperately.