Shut Doors
written by Briar Rose
Holly Collins, a Muggle-born, is attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She makes new friends, including Brooke Holmes and Violet Thomas. Okay, maybe this weird girl named Kristy can be considered her friend... but she's making tight boundaries. Holly tries to make a bond with her, but she shuts everyone away.. While Holly's dealing with friends, she's forgetting about dealing with enemies... (Hi! Thank you for reading this book, or noticing it, at least. If you liked it, please post on my wall! Of course, you don't have too :D)
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
4
Reads
510
3) Kristy and Scarlett
Chapter 3
Holly’s gaze sought one particular person… but it couldn’t. Scarlett Adler stood in her way.
“How... unfortunate,” the Ravenclaw purred.
“What?” asked Holly sharply.
Scarlett smiled. “Kristin’s not here.”
“Huh? Who’s Kristin?”
Scarlett eyed Holly. “Oh, dear, you’re clueless, aren’t you?” Her eyes glittered. “Well, it’s Kristy’s real name.”
“How do you know?”
“Because...” Scarlett hesitated. “Should I tell you?”
“Yes, please.” Holly snapped.
Scarlett Adler’s eyes glittered. “Why, I don’t think I will.” She sniffed. “Do you think your friend Harry’s welcoming?”
“Harry? What Harry?”
“Oh, you’re truly, truly dim-witted, my friend!” Scarlett cried dramatically. “Harry Potter, of course. Do not show me that pitiful redhead Weasley; he’s no use meeting.... Why, there are Weasley clones all over, why should I meet HIM?”
“Scarlett,” Holly said sweetly, “I didn’t say I’d let you meet anyone. Besides, I don’t know him.”
“You’re a Gryffindor, Collins,” Scarlett scolded, “surely you can. Or maybe I’ll blackmail you!”
“Blackmail? How do you think you’ll do that?”
“I’ll find out, my friend.” Scarlett purred. Her tone was quite sickly sweet, but her eyes flashed dangerously. “You will not want me as an enemy. I’m quite familiar with the Malfoys, the Bones, and everyone.”
“Not me.”
“I am happy not to be.” Scarlett snapped. “Kristin will NOT meet you.”
“You can’t stop me. And you can’t blackmail me, either, Scarlett.” Holly said, trying to sound defiant and brave.
Scarlett Adler sneered. “You’ll never be a Gryffindor, Collins, never a true one. I will be.”
“No, you’ll be a true Slytherin.” Holly spat.
Scarlett’s eyes widened. “You don’t mean that!” she said, in a ‘damsel-in-distress’ tone. She laughed playfully. “I’m a Ravenclaw, dear. You’re just a stupid Mudblood.”
“Mud and blood. Definitely not something pleasant, is it?” Holly muttered dryly.
Scarlett must have heard that. “Dear, how dim!” she exclaimed. “I’ll inform Kristin that you said you hated her. Bye! If you make friends with Harry, please inform me and introduce me! Not with Weasley. Just with dear Harry!” Her eyes sparkled suddenly. “With Draco too, will you? Draco Malfoy!”
“I thought you were familiar with him.” Holly snarled.
“No, no, dear, dear, don’t be so... ah, aggressive! I only said I was familiar with the Malfoys, not their only living heir!” Her tone darkened. “If you don’t bring me them in one month, I’ll personally blackmail you. I will start to find out that day, so don’t worry, hon.”
Holly hoped she wasn’t going to throw up here.
Scarlett turned, tossing her head. She sashayed down the hall, like she was the God of the World.
“Urgh!” Holly stomped her foot.
She returned to the Gryffindor common room, and sulked until the prefect, Percy Weasley, shouted for bed. She thought she saw a black haired, green eyed boy with glasses and a redhead with blue eyes and freckles, but she didn’t mind. Even if they were Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, she didn’t want to give Scarlett Adler a favor.
She also saw the brown, bushy haired girl with brown eyes nagging the others with useless advice. Maybe it was useful, but no one wanted to hear the nagging when they were focusing on some homework, do they?
The next day was a mess.
She thought she could keep awake through Professor Binns’ class. It turned out she couldn’t.
The voice of Cuthbert Binns was even sleepier than a lullaby. She was scared Binns might wake her and scold her, but she couldn’t help it.
Perhaps she was the last one who was awoke... no. There was Hermione Granger, sparkling her eyes eagerly as she hung onto every word.
The others will fast asleep. Ron Weasley was even snoring! Well, so were the others, and Holly felt like that too.
She fell asleep.
She awoke when Cuthbert Binns was finishing the class. The others were slowly waking, too.
“Now, you will write about the goblins for today. The essay must be four feet long at least...”
Oh, no, Holly thought miserably. She was doomed.
“ARGH!”
“Are you okay?” asked a voice.
Holly turned to see Violet Thomas. She looked gloomy; perhaps she had not yet recovered from the shock that she wasn’t put it Ravenclaw. She had been wearing blue a lot these days, and was reading a book called Blue Boy, and The Blue Star, and Blue-Furred Cat.
“Yes, I’m fine... but I don’t know about you, Violet. Are you okay?”
Violet’s eyes darkened. “Do I seem okay?” she whispered. “I’m not fine at all, Holly. They all got Houses they wanted. Brooke got Hufflepuff. Kristy’s in Ravenclaw. But me?” she kicked the floor helplessly. “Me, I’ve got Gryffindor. The Hat said...” She broke off, looking embarrassed.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me,” Holly said quickly.
Violet sighed. “Is it fine if we go outside to talk?”
“Sure. The fresh air might help.”
Violet and Holly strolled around the corriders.
“Okay. It’s just that I really, really wanted to be a Ravenclaw. I haven’t wrote my parents back ever since I became Sorted. They asked me whether if I was doing well. I’m so lucky my siblings are all already graduated.” Her voice was bitter. “They get the attention, maybe this isn’t so bad, getting attention this way.”
“Oh, Violet...”
“What are you talking about?” said a voice stiffly. It was Kristy.
“Don’t be so stiff, Kristy!” scolded Violet cheerfully, and she reached out to hold Kristy’s hand.
Kristy’s eyes widened, and she jerked her hand away. She backed away, and she snapped, “I will be stiff, thank you.” She turned and stalked away.
“Kristin!”
Kristy jerked her head.
“Scarlett Adler told me your real name. Are you friends with her?”
“No way.” Kristy snapped. She turned on her heel.
“You don’t have to be so stiff, you know!” called Violet after Kristy. “Eh... I don’t think she heard me.” She sighed. “When will she ever warm up?”
“Only a few days have passed,” Holly said, trying to sound reassuring, “I’m sure she’ll come around soon.”
That night, when Holly was pounding on the blank paper (it was an essay for Professor Binns), a girl came up to her.
“UGH! I wonder if somebody purposely murdered Binns! I won’t be surprised, honestly–”
“Um, hi–”
“Really, now they’ve done everyone NOT a favor! Now we can’t ever get rid of him! How am I supposed to write an essay about–”
“Uh–”
“-the goblins if I can’t listen?”
“Kristin told me to–”
That did it. Holly jerked out of her trance and stared at the girl.
“Um, hi,” the girl murmured. “I’m seven, and I’m helping out at Hogwarts. A Ravenclaw named Kristin said she was waiting for you and Violet with Brooke, so you’d better come out with Violet. She’s right outside. My name’s Helga, by the way!”
“Thanks, Helga.” Holly thanked the quivering little girl, and woke Violet.
“Uh-uh?” Violet murmured. She was snoring.
“Violet, Kristy and Brooke are waiting.”
Violet jerked awake. “Ice Queen’s going to talk?” she asked. “We’ve GOT to go, and I’m going to give an interview for The One Who Made Into The House She Wanted. I don’t feel any bitterness, though.” she added quickly, and jumped towards the portrait.
“How... unfortunate,” the Ravenclaw purred.
“What?” asked Holly sharply.
Scarlett smiled. “Kristin’s not here.”
“Huh? Who’s Kristin?”
Scarlett eyed Holly. “Oh, dear, you’re clueless, aren’t you?” Her eyes glittered. “Well, it’s Kristy’s real name.”
“How do you know?”
“Because...” Scarlett hesitated. “Should I tell you?”
“Yes, please.” Holly snapped.
Scarlett Adler’s eyes glittered. “Why, I don’t think I will.” She sniffed. “Do you think your friend Harry’s welcoming?”
“Harry? What Harry?”
“Oh, you’re truly, truly dim-witted, my friend!” Scarlett cried dramatically. “Harry Potter, of course. Do not show me that pitiful redhead Weasley; he’s no use meeting.... Why, there are Weasley clones all over, why should I meet HIM?”
“Scarlett,” Holly said sweetly, “I didn’t say I’d let you meet anyone. Besides, I don’t know him.”
“You’re a Gryffindor, Collins,” Scarlett scolded, “surely you can. Or maybe I’ll blackmail you!”
“Blackmail? How do you think you’ll do that?”
“I’ll find out, my friend.” Scarlett purred. Her tone was quite sickly sweet, but her eyes flashed dangerously. “You will not want me as an enemy. I’m quite familiar with the Malfoys, the Bones, and everyone.”
“Not me.”
“I am happy not to be.” Scarlett snapped. “Kristin will NOT meet you.”
“You can’t stop me. And you can’t blackmail me, either, Scarlett.” Holly said, trying to sound defiant and brave.
Scarlett Adler sneered. “You’ll never be a Gryffindor, Collins, never a true one. I will be.”
“No, you’ll be a true Slytherin.” Holly spat.
Scarlett’s eyes widened. “You don’t mean that!” she said, in a ‘damsel-in-distress’ tone. She laughed playfully. “I’m a Ravenclaw, dear. You’re just a stupid Mudblood.”
“Mud and blood. Definitely not something pleasant, is it?” Holly muttered dryly.
Scarlett must have heard that. “Dear, how dim!” she exclaimed. “I’ll inform Kristin that you said you hated her. Bye! If you make friends with Harry, please inform me and introduce me! Not with Weasley. Just with dear Harry!” Her eyes sparkled suddenly. “With Draco too, will you? Draco Malfoy!”
“I thought you were familiar with him.” Holly snarled.
“No, no, dear, dear, don’t be so... ah, aggressive! I only said I was familiar with the Malfoys, not their only living heir!” Her tone darkened. “If you don’t bring me them in one month, I’ll personally blackmail you. I will start to find out that day, so don’t worry, hon.”
Holly hoped she wasn’t going to throw up here.
Scarlett turned, tossing her head. She sashayed down the hall, like she was the God of the World.
“Urgh!” Holly stomped her foot.
She returned to the Gryffindor common room, and sulked until the prefect, Percy Weasley, shouted for bed. She thought she saw a black haired, green eyed boy with glasses and a redhead with blue eyes and freckles, but she didn’t mind. Even if they were Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, she didn’t want to give Scarlett Adler a favor.
She also saw the brown, bushy haired girl with brown eyes nagging the others with useless advice. Maybe it was useful, but no one wanted to hear the nagging when they were focusing on some homework, do they?
The next day was a mess.
She thought she could keep awake through Professor Binns’ class. It turned out she couldn’t.
The voice of Cuthbert Binns was even sleepier than a lullaby. She was scared Binns might wake her and scold her, but she couldn’t help it.
Perhaps she was the last one who was awoke... no. There was Hermione Granger, sparkling her eyes eagerly as she hung onto every word.
The others will fast asleep. Ron Weasley was even snoring! Well, so were the others, and Holly felt like that too.
She fell asleep.
She awoke when Cuthbert Binns was finishing the class. The others were slowly waking, too.
“Now, you will write about the goblins for today. The essay must be four feet long at least...”
Oh, no, Holly thought miserably. She was doomed.
“ARGH!”
“Are you okay?” asked a voice.
Holly turned to see Violet Thomas. She looked gloomy; perhaps she had not yet recovered from the shock that she wasn’t put it Ravenclaw. She had been wearing blue a lot these days, and was reading a book called Blue Boy, and The Blue Star, and Blue-Furred Cat.
“Yes, I’m fine... but I don’t know about you, Violet. Are you okay?”
Violet’s eyes darkened. “Do I seem okay?” she whispered. “I’m not fine at all, Holly. They all got Houses they wanted. Brooke got Hufflepuff. Kristy’s in Ravenclaw. But me?” she kicked the floor helplessly. “Me, I’ve got Gryffindor. The Hat said...” She broke off, looking embarrassed.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me,” Holly said quickly.
Violet sighed. “Is it fine if we go outside to talk?”
“Sure. The fresh air might help.”
Violet and Holly strolled around the corriders.
“Okay. It’s just that I really, really wanted to be a Ravenclaw. I haven’t wrote my parents back ever since I became Sorted. They asked me whether if I was doing well. I’m so lucky my siblings are all already graduated.” Her voice was bitter. “They get the attention, maybe this isn’t so bad, getting attention this way.”
“Oh, Violet...”
“What are you talking about?” said a voice stiffly. It was Kristy.
“Don’t be so stiff, Kristy!” scolded Violet cheerfully, and she reached out to hold Kristy’s hand.
Kristy’s eyes widened, and she jerked her hand away. She backed away, and she snapped, “I will be stiff, thank you.” She turned and stalked away.
“Kristin!”
Kristy jerked her head.
“Scarlett Adler told me your real name. Are you friends with her?”
“No way.” Kristy snapped. She turned on her heel.
“You don’t have to be so stiff, you know!” called Violet after Kristy. “Eh... I don’t think she heard me.” She sighed. “When will she ever warm up?”
“Only a few days have passed,” Holly said, trying to sound reassuring, “I’m sure she’ll come around soon.”
That night, when Holly was pounding on the blank paper (it was an essay for Professor Binns), a girl came up to her.
“UGH! I wonder if somebody purposely murdered Binns! I won’t be surprised, honestly–”
“Um, hi–”
“Really, now they’ve done everyone NOT a favor! Now we can’t ever get rid of him! How am I supposed to write an essay about–”
“Uh–”
“-the goblins if I can’t listen?”
“Kristin told me to–”
That did it. Holly jerked out of her trance and stared at the girl.
“Um, hi,” the girl murmured. “I’m seven, and I’m helping out at Hogwarts. A Ravenclaw named Kristin said she was waiting for you and Violet with Brooke, so you’d better come out with Violet. She’s right outside. My name’s Helga, by the way!”
“Thanks, Helga.” Holly thanked the quivering little girl, and woke Violet.
“Uh-uh?” Violet murmured. She was snoring.
“Violet, Kristy and Brooke are waiting.”
Violet jerked awake. “Ice Queen’s going to talk?” she asked. “We’ve GOT to go, and I’m going to give an interview for The One Who Made Into The House She Wanted. I don’t feel any bitterness, though.” she added quickly, and jumped towards the portrait.
