Post by calcetines on Apr 26, 2009 15:15:10 GMT -7
Angel slipped into the prefect's bathroom and found it to be mercifully empty. Her knees were trembling, not from exhaustion, but from nervousness. It was well past curfew, so she didn't really have much too worry about, right? Unless, thought Angel, then immediately cut off that thought, that would be a worst-case scenario. But still, it would explain why she had been feeling so weird as of late. Angel pulled out the box from her pocket. It was a pregnancy test that she had stolen from her mother's bathroom when she spent a day recovering from the trip at home.
She didn't know what had possessed her to nick it, but she did anyways. Her breaths were frequent and shallow, Angel prayed that this wasn't the answer to her strange ailments, but it made sense to her. She read the instructions carefully, then did as they said, not really sure how she should be feeling. Angel set the test on a counter, the box had said it had to sit for two minutes before the reading was ready.
The next two minutes felt like two decades. Angel wasn't even sure if the test would work in Hogwarts, it wasn't exactly electronic, since it was powered by a battery, hopefully they worked. Angel supposed that they did, since things that ran on batteries operated on batteries worked at her grandparent's home, and the magic was really thick there, they couldn't even have lights. Her eyes continually flickered to the clock. She supposed that those ran on batteries too, so the pregnancy test had to work. Angel took a few steadying breaths after the clock had moved two notches.
She walked up to the counter, feeling extremely nervous. What if it was positive? She would have to drop out of school. How could she face Cici, Gabriella, Isaac, Wolfgang... Her parents? Angel prayed with every fiber of her body that the little screen would read negative. She had waited so desperately for the results, but now she was too nervous to reach out and grab it, she didn't want to know anymore. But how was she to carry on if she didn't look. Angel's eyes were tearing up, and she had not even looked at the intimidating little test. so much of hr future was weighing on the stick that was barely larger than her index finger. After what felt like another year or two, Angel was finally able to pick up the test.
She looked down in the window that held the results. Positive. The image of the word stuck in Angel's brain, she was horrified, it felt as if her heart had stopped, her stomach had lost its bottom and every nerve was made still. The test fell to the floor, what would have sounded like nothing more than a quiet footstep on the stone floors sounded like a bomb exploding to Angel. Suddenly all her feeling came back. Her first thought was where she should go to get an abortion without her parents, nor anyone else for that matter, finding out.
But how would she live with herself if she knew that by her own free will, allowed someone to kill the baby inside of her? Angel couldn't bear to think about it. Not her, please... Let the test be wrong, or the magic of Hogwarts have interfered with it. Angel snatched up the box and read it again. The box said th test inside was 98 percent accurate. Only a two percent chance that it was wrong. Angel put the test on top of the box, staring at it. She sat down in the corner of the room, staring at the little Positive on the screen, unsure of what to make of it, unsure of if she was really pregnant, and unaware of the door slowly creaking open...
She didn't know what had possessed her to nick it, but she did anyways. Her breaths were frequent and shallow, Angel prayed that this wasn't the answer to her strange ailments, but it made sense to her. She read the instructions carefully, then did as they said, not really sure how she should be feeling. Angel set the test on a counter, the box had said it had to sit for two minutes before the reading was ready.
The next two minutes felt like two decades. Angel wasn't even sure if the test would work in Hogwarts, it wasn't exactly electronic, since it was powered by a battery, hopefully they worked. Angel supposed that they did, since things that ran on batteries operated on batteries worked at her grandparent's home, and the magic was really thick there, they couldn't even have lights. Her eyes continually flickered to the clock. She supposed that those ran on batteries too, so the pregnancy test had to work. Angel took a few steadying breaths after the clock had moved two notches.
She walked up to the counter, feeling extremely nervous. What if it was positive? She would have to drop out of school. How could she face Cici, Gabriella, Isaac, Wolfgang... Her parents? Angel prayed with every fiber of her body that the little screen would read negative. She had waited so desperately for the results, but now she was too nervous to reach out and grab it, she didn't want to know anymore. But how was she to carry on if she didn't look. Angel's eyes were tearing up, and she had not even looked at the intimidating little test. so much of hr future was weighing on the stick that was barely larger than her index finger. After what felt like another year or two, Angel was finally able to pick up the test.
She looked down in the window that held the results. Positive. The image of the word stuck in Angel's brain, she was horrified, it felt as if her heart had stopped, her stomach had lost its bottom and every nerve was made still. The test fell to the floor, what would have sounded like nothing more than a quiet footstep on the stone floors sounded like a bomb exploding to Angel. Suddenly all her feeling came back. Her first thought was where she should go to get an abortion without her parents, nor anyone else for that matter, finding out.
But how would she live with herself if she knew that by her own free will, allowed someone to kill the baby inside of her? Angel couldn't bear to think about it. Not her, please... Let the test be wrong, or the magic of Hogwarts have interfered with it. Angel snatched up the box and read it again. The box said th test inside was 98 percent accurate. Only a two percent chance that it was wrong. Angel put the test on top of the box, staring at it. She sat down in the corner of the room, staring at the little Positive on the screen, unsure of what to make of it, unsure of if she was really pregnant, and unaware of the door slowly creaking open...