If you want we'll help tonight to split his schemes
Give the bruises out like gifts
You'll get the picture of your dreams
I won't be smiling but the notes from my admirers
Fill my dashboard just the same
- Lorde, White Teeth Teens
Chapter Two: Searching the School
A/N: Here it is, finally! I'm sorry for not updating in a long time, but I really wanted this story to have some hype and I didn't want to release twenty chapters if there will only be five people reading it. So, I had to beg(literally) people to read my story. Also, Willow and James' story did not end in my head so I needed to write that ALL out so Albus and Gwen's experieces won't sound like theirs. Plus, I was really busy with school work and tests and finals. Sorry.
Also, James and Willow will be making an appearance later or so. Don't think that their drama is over because you know how difficult and indecisive those two can be ;)
Gwen woke with a groan. It was the second day of Hogwarts and her roommates were already annoying her.
First, she listed off in her head, Hailey left her books out in a mess.
Second, Jill didn't put away all her items.
Third, Talia also didn't put away her items.
And fourthly, the worst of them all, Naomi left her makeup out in a clatter and her clothes scattered around the room.
At least use magic, thought Gwen as she clambered out of her bed. Her side of the room was perfectly organized and neat, unlike her messy roommates.
It astounded her that people could live in such a...a...mess.
She shook her head, quietly tiptoeing over their items and heading to the loo.
"You've never looked better." The mirror drawled to her after she finished getting ready.
"Thanks," Gwen paused, staring at the mirror. "I guess?"
She never understood the hate on the talking mirrors. Sure it was creepy, but it always paid her compliments. Kristy would swear that it was creepy, but Gwen was pretty sure Kristy just had a grudge because it always told her that it saw her roots. The first time that happened, Gwen laughed. Kristy didn't.
"Up already?" Hailey, a petite brunette with doe eyes, asked, groaning. "Why do you get up so early?"
"Part of her 'schedule'." Talia said, stirring from her bed.
Jill, a critical girl with short, black hair, was still sound asleep.
Naomi, Hailey's best friend, was up.
"I don't understand how she does it." Naomi commented.
"Naomi Chang," Gwen started, placing a hand on her hip. "You left all your makeup out and-"
"Yeah, yeah." The pretty hapa(A/N: For all you who don't know what "hapa" means, it usually applies to white-Asians, but also can apply to any race, but in this case, it's White-Asian.) girl waved Gwen off. "I'll organize it."
With one flick of her wand, the pile was off and organized. Gwen let out a sigh of relief. It was bothering her the entire night.
Jill sat up with a jolt, her black hair was spread out in different directions.
The girls broke out into laughter. Jill joined in, once she got a look at herself.
"You look," Gwen wiped the tears from her face. "Like James and Al."
"Ew," Jill replied.
"Which one?" Gwen asked stiffly. She felt protective over the Potter brothers.
"James."
That Gwen understood. It wasn't like James was an arse, just that Al was a lot more nice. James was just more...cocky.
"James isn't that bad." Gwen said defensively.
"Aw, there she goes again-" Hailey flicked her wand so her items were distributed into her closet. "-Defending the Potter boys to no end."
"James isn't bad," Talia blushed. "He's fit."
"He has a girlfriend," Jill reminded her.
"Willow Wood," Naomi laminated. "Probably the prettiest girl I've ever seen."
"She is," Gwen agreed. "Do you see her hair-"
"-Eyes-"
"-Face-"
"-Eyebrows-"
"-Lips-"
"-Body-"
"-Feet-"
Everyone turned to stare at Hailey.
"I'm not joking!" said Hailey, who was flustered. "I saw her feet before and they actually-"
"Okay," Jill said abruptly. "Let's move on!"
"Wait, no!" whined Hailey, who appeared to have some girl crush on Willow. "I wanted to hear more about Willow. Gwen, you know Willow, right?"
Nobody, not even Talia, knew about how Gwen's birth mum believed Willow was her daughter, due to Gwen's father's memory charms. The only person who knew about this was Al.
"Yeah," Gwen replied. "She's great."
"I can tell. Anyways, did you hear about Albus Potter?" Jill said. Jill was a notorious gossiper.
Gwen's ears naturally perked up.
"No," Gwen admitted, while everyone else nodded. How could everyone know, but me? Gwen thought to herself. I'm Al's best friend.
"Oh," Jill gave her pitying look. "He and Kristy have a thing going on."
"Kristy?" Gwen laughed. "No way."
"Yeah. They do." Jill insisted. "I heard that Kristy has her eye on him."
"They are not dating. No way in hell. I know Al and who he likes."
"Well, not yet." Talia spoke up. "But she's been telling us all summer that they were flirting ALL the time."
"She didn't tell me that!" Gwen exclaimed. "I need to talk to her."
"Don't," Talia said loudly and suddenly.
"Why not?" Gwen asked. The other girls looked up.
"Not now," Talia whispered. "I'll tell you later."
A few hours later, Gwen sat in History of Magic with Albus. She tapped her fingers on the desk, still wondering what Talia meant. She rolled her eyes at Professor Binns long lecture and droning voice. Al, however, seemed to be the only one taking notes and...enjoying it.
After the class was dismissed, Gwen bolted out and immediately stopped, realizing that Al was not by her side. Al came out a few minutes later.
"Sorry," He apologized. "I just wanted to ask Professor Binns some more questions. Isn't that class so interesting?"
"I really hope you are joking," Gwen shook her head as she walked down the staircase, making sure to skip a step. Al didn't.
"Oh," He said quietly, realizing he was stuck.
"Goodness, Al," Gwen offered a hand. "I can't believe how absentminded you are."
I can't believe I dated you, Gwen thought. Al's face turned red.
"Yeah, yeah." Al waved her off. "See you later! I've got Potions next. NEWT level."
"Trewelany." Gwen said with a groan.
"I loved that class!" Al exclaimed as he walked off to join his friends.
Of course Al would like all the classes everyone hated, Gwen thought. Of course.
After walking up the flight of stairs that led to the Ravenclaw Tower, Gwen dropped into her seat next to Talia in the smoky room.
"Was it always this smoky, or did it get smokier?" Talia asked, coughing.
"Forget that," Gwen said as she waved the smoke away. "Why didn't Kristy want to tell me about Al and her?"
Gwen, naturally, was curious. Kristy and Al had never gotten along, and it was strange that Kristy liked Al.
"Oh, well, I'm not supposed to tell you, I swore to Kristy, so don't tell her that I told you, okay?"
"Of course," Gwen lied.
"Well, er...It's because Al and you are extremely close and she doesn't want you to tell Al." Talia lied while crossing her fingers behind her back.
"Oh," Gwen expected it to be a lot worse, knowing Kristy. "Well, then."
Talia let out a breath of relief.
Gwen, having hawk eyes, noticed this, but didn't comment. She wondered what the real reason was.
"Hello class," Madam Trewelany said tiredly, pushing her curly hair out of her face. "I've been having stronger spirits, which you could tell since there is more of them here."
"Is she talking about the smoke?" Gwen wondered out loud.
"I'm not talking about the smoke, Miss Lockhart. I'm talking about the spirits!" She looked a little angered.
"The spirits," Gwen replied. "Of course."
"Yes, of course, as Miss Lockhart says. Welcome to Divination. You are all seventh years now, and I expect you all to find out who you truly are. In this class ,of course."
Gwen fought back the urge to laugh.
After Madam Trewelany passed out their planet charts and finished her lecture, she assigned extreme amounts of homework.
"A two feet essay about why her spirits are stronger?" Talia complained as Gwen and her strode into the Great Hall. "How should I know that?"
"Maybe the spirits made her hair curlier. I swear, it's curlier than last year-" Gwen started to say, but Al interrupted her.
"Guess who is Gryffindor Quidditch captain?" Al asked furiously with his Head Boy badge gleaming.
"How should I know? You?" Gwen asked back, rolling her eyes at how polished his Head Badge was.
"Lena!" Al stated flatly. "I don't understand why I wasn't captain. I could understand about Theo, but not Lena!"
"Oh, Al. Get over it. Anyways-"
"Do you not get it? I'm not captain. Willow didn't make me captain! I need to write James about this-" Al ranted angrily.
"What's wrong with Lena? I talked to her. She seems lovely. " Gwen asked innocently as she took a seat next to Naomi.
"Because she was new to the team. And she's a THIRD year! I don't understand why she didn't pick me. Who, may I add, was there since the very beginning."
"It doesn't matter, Al. You are still a team. Goodness. Don't get mad at Willow." Gwen took a plate and filled it with steak and kidney pudding.
Al sighed and took the same as Gwen.
"I guess you're right. But still-"
"I heard you, Albus." Lena, the stony faced third year, came up. Her brown hair was cut in the style of a bob, and her gray eyes shaded over as she talked.
"Oh," Al turned extremely red, a magnificent red, in Gwen's opinion. Gwen knew Al was too nice and scared to actually insult someone. He never insulted anyone, except Gwen and they had that relationship. But anyone else in Al's book was immediately classified as nice.
"Oh," Lena repeated glaring at the ebony haired boy.
"I didn't mean it that way, Lena! I think you'd be a great captain, I'm just upset that I'm not and-"
"What Al means to say," Gwen elbowed Al. "Is that he's a jealous prat but he still thinks you'd be a brilliant captain."
Lena, who seemed satisfied with the answer, turned back to her third year friends, chatting happily.
Al, who was still a little pink, smiled in gratitude for Gwen and took a bite of her steak and kidney pudding.
"Hey!" Gwen exclaimed. "You arse!"
"You never eat any of it anyways." Al grinned with taking more.
"I do, too!"
"You eat about one bite at the most and push it away."
"I have no idea what you're talking about. Also, still going to write to James?"
"No," Al said quickly. "I'm not that jealous, like James. I don't care that much."
"No," Gwen agreed. "You're too passive aggressive and nice. Not like James. He can be a bloody prat."
"Of course he can," Al replied. "Like last year when you two snogged."
Al was quite upset when they did, since Al and Gwen were dating off and on then, but now he seemed to enjoy bringing the moment up. Always.
"Can you stop bringing that up?" Gwen blushed. "I hated it. So did James. We were both drunk on firewhiskey. I thought he was you."
"Well, the only good thing that happened from that is that Willow Wood almost kissed me," Al stated smugly, starting on the dessert.
"She what?" Gwen looked at Al in disbelief.
"Yeah, James and I were fighting, and we went into the common room, where she was at, reading or something. Anyways I told her what happened. You should have seen her face when I told her. Moving on, she compared it to her and me kissing, and then James said the most pratty thing ever, something about he didn't have feelings for her anymore so it wouldn't matter, that made her sad, so she hugged me and told me it was fine-Then James got so angry and he thought we were going to snog but-"
"I get it, Al." Gwen said a bit jealously. "That's great. Anyways, how's the, er, team you like in Quidditch?"
Al gave her a steady look.
"What?" Gwen asked innocently, biting into a piece of Yorkshire Pudding.
"You hate Quidditch." Al told her.
"No, I don't. Goodness, Al. I love Quidditch."
"You told me a few weeks ago, and I quote, 'Quidditch is probably the most dull and pointless sport ever.'"
"Okay, fine. Whatever."
"You don't even know the team I like!" Al said, looking offended.
"I do. The Cannons." Gwen said defensively. "I've been your best friend for seven years, Al. I know more about you than you think."
Al didn't say much, but he just turned to George Jordan and started to talk to him.
"Hey, Gwen." Kristy tapped Gwen's shoulder. "I need to talk to you, in private."
"Okay?" Gwen walked out of the noisy hall with Kristy. "What is it?"
"You remember the deal I told you, remember? Well, some people are off limits."
"Who?"
"Albus Potter." Kristy immediately said.
"Why?" Gwen asked out of curiosity. "Do you fancy him?"
"Well," Kristy started slowly. "We have been getting close during the summer and he's pretty cute."
The thought of Kristy and Al getting close annoyed Gwen for some reason.
"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" Gwen questioned.
"Because," Kristy said like it was the most obvious thing, "You were out during the entire summer. Where were you?"
"Like I told you," Gwen lied. "My dad needed my help."
"Oh, your dad is brilliant."
Gwen rolled her eyes. Kristy was one of the few people that actually liked Gilderoy Lockhart.
Al was the only one who knew about her dad's problems. The reason he only knew was because he walked in on Gilderoy Lockhart having one of his moments.
"Anyways, Gwen," Kristy was still talking. "What about the deal? I'll even pay you."
"Done," Gwen said. "I already have a date."
"With who?" Kristy glanced at Gwen warily.
"Michael Foster."
"Oh," Kristy look irritated and she tucked her red hair behind her ears. "Well, have a good time."
"That didn't sound like she meant it," Al commented to Gwen as they walked back to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Enough about that, I heard about you and Kristy," Gwen shot Al an all knowing smile.
"What?" Al stopped walking and gave Gwen a weird look. "What about us?"
"You've been getting pretty close. Right?" Gwen stopped walking to look back at Al in confusion.
"No," Al shook his head. "I mean...We talked once at James' party, but that's about it. I only went to James' party during the summer."
So Kristy was exaggerating, Gwen thought. I should've know.
"So, you aren't dating her?"
"What?" Al burst into laughter. "Of course not! What would make you think that?"
Gwen merely shrugged and walked up the staircase.
"Do you fancy-watch the step," She automatically instructed Al, and he followed.
"Thanks," He laughed nervously. "I almost forgot."
"Of course you did." Gwen rolled her eyes at him.
"Sorry I can't be as perfect as Gwendolyn Lockhart, the girl who's organized and on top of it."
"I'm not perfect, Al," Gwen rolled her eyes again.
"Seems like it," Al grumbled. "And to answer your question, I don't know."
They reached the Fat Lady's Portrait.
"Password?" The Fat Lady asked.
"What was it?" Al turned to Gwen who sighed.
"It's Dooshmush."
"Dooshmush!" Al said happily.
"Al, you know you are Head Boy?" Gwen asked Al as they climbed through.
"Yeah." He shrugged.
"You're supposed to know all of this stuff."
"I do now," Al beamed her one of those annoying smiles and darted up the boy's staircase.
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