who are you -- ben

[ainsley s. flint]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] i really wanna know -- ainsley was finally glad that her seventh year at hogwarts was over. she had managed to take her specialized newts, the ones that the ministry had made for people with dyslexia, like ainsley, without freaking out, all of the classes ainsley had taked had been interesting, and she finally could escape the groups of boys and girls who had turned heads when she and/or elena walked by. it seemed like an impossible nightmare and dream at the same time, honestly, becoming all beautiful by the end of christmas hollidays. and very scary. it had happened to the others of ainsley's group of friends, but they were all in the university except for elena. even aria, ainsley's older sister, was in the university. ainsley pretty much had to adapt on her own. well, not completely alone. her owl had been very busy that year, delivering all those letters to her friends or aria, asking for advice on how to deal it all. she had to master the art of slapping, because some of the boys who asked her out had once teased her. a part of her was thrilled at the beauty, the new attention. yet most of her was terrified. everything was a lot more confusing now, and ainsley couldn't help but wish that if she was beautiful, she should have been born beautiful like aria. at least aria had experience at dealing with being beautiful. yet ainsley was lucky enough to have seven other friends who were going through the same thing ainsley was. and she'd finally see them all when the school semester at the university would start in september! she was so excited to see them again. she saw adalynn the most, thanks to being cousins with her, but ainsley felt as if she hadn't seen her friends in forever, even adalynn. in a couple of weeks, though, some of them were going to visit the flints. or ainsley was going to visit one of their homes. it was being worked out with the parents right now. ainsley had almost nagged her parents to get them to discuss visiting plans with her parents. perhaps it was ainsley's nagging or the fact that she hadn't seen her friends for a while, but eventually her parents, costas and ara flint, began to discuss plans with the other parents. either way, ainsley was pleased. now she could talk to her friends, or some of them, face to face, instead of owls. sure, she had aria, and ainsley loved her sister, and appreciated her advice, she hadn't gone through what ainsley was going through, and at the moment she was busy with a friend who was visiting the flints. ben perlin. ainsley didn't mind ben. he had been best friends with aria since the two could toddle, which also meant ben knew lucian and ainsley as well. ainsley wasn't sure how her big brother felt about ben, but ainsley liked him. some people ainsley knew didn't, especially those lestrange girls in ainsley's year, but because ainsley had known ben since forever, she didn't mind him. he had grew on her, and since aria liked him, ainsley couldn't completely and utterly hate him, for her sister's sake. sure, he was a known manwhore, and had a weakness for blonds, but he wouldn't hit on her, right? the two of them had known each other for who knows how long! ben was almost like a big brother to ainsley. she thought this over as she scanned one of the fashion magazines aria had let her borrow on her bed. the good thing about fashion magazines was that they had lots of pictures in it, so her dyslexia wouldn't make it a problem to "read" fashion magazines. as it was, ainsley was in the men's section of the magazine. she wasn't actually looking at mens clothes she wanted to buy, she was looking at the male models, all of whom were very hot. ainsley spent a lot of time looking at one paticular picture of a model, who had caramel colored hair, slightly tanned skin, and eyes that represented melted chocolate. talk about gorgeous! was there a spell that could make him from paper to real flesh and blood? if there was, ainsley didn't know it. with a sign, she marked the page with a sticky, in case she ever wanted to look at the model again, which she probably would, and placed the magazine on the foot of her bed. then she took out a list of classes that the university of hogwarts offered. she still hadn't picked out her classes yet. she pulled out a sheet that listed classes involving wandlore, and another sheet that listed classes involving design. as usual, the words looked like jibberish to her, so she called out, "pinky!" immediately the family house elf appeared by her side. "yes, miss. ainsley, what do you need?" pinky sqeaked. the two of them had a rather close bond, thanks to her dyslexia. whenever reading assignments popped up, pinky would always help ainsley struggle through them. "can you read to me these class descriptions?" ainsley asked her. "of course, miss. ainsley," pinky said immediately. the two of them went to work, reading the class descriptions and pausing every once in a while when ainsley checked off a class she might want to take. eventually the two of them were done with the task, and pinky apparated away, back to some other part of the mansion. placing the lists of classes and their descriptions on her desk, ainsley stretched, then decided to head on to the kitchen. she didn't realize it until now, but she was starving. putting on a pair of jeans short and a regular old faded pink t-shirt, ainsley locked her door with a spell and headed down to the kitchen. tag: ben ! word count: 971 lyric credit: the who notes: enjoy!