Chapter 3-
General P.O.V
Laura White stumbled from the Hospital Wing, her face streaked with tears. The news, that she expected for so long, had come. She knew the deadline. And now, she had to tell everyone. But not yet, not now. She would find another time.
She made her way to a little alcove, nestled herself in it. And let herself cry. 6 months. That was what she had left. 6 months to tell everyone, to do what she needed to do. 6 months.
Rose Weasley's clothes were rumpled, her hair dishevelled, her face red and sweaty. She scooted along the corridors, revelling in what had just occurred.
Something her Mother would never have condoned. Something that she would never have done. Something Rose could do, something that made her unique. Not her Mother.
Rose Weasley laughed, a bright care-free sound. She was free. The only thing is, freedom can only last for so long.
Alice Longbottom's eyes narrowed in disgust as she stared at the boy in front of her.
'Filth' she spat, staring at him. She stares disdainfully at him, the stain on the earth. Son of a death-eater. He may as well be a death-eater himself. Thinking themselves better than others. Alice would show them. She would show them what it was like to be tortured. But she would do it without magic, to show them that Muggles were just as capable of them.
She would torture them with her words, like knives stabbing into their hearts. And when they begged for mercy, she would remind them. She would remind them what the death-eaters were capable of. And they would be sorry.
Jane McKinnon sat in front of her mirror. Slowly, but surely, she brushed her hair.
1,2,3,4...
Perfection was necessary in her life. If she appeared perfect, nobody would question her. They would not wonder about her past, about the obvious gaps in her childhood.
9,10,11,12...
If she focused, on lessons and other people, the nightmares wouldn't come. Green light. Green light. She needed to distract herself from the pain that had occurred in her life. Count the brushstrokes. Perfection. Always perfection.
16,17,18,19...
Jane hummed softly to herself. Perhaps the nightmares wouldn't come tonight.
Bree's P.O.V
12 Reasons why Peyton Davies is an unreasonable Cry-baby
1) If she loses an item of clothing, she cries
2) If she gets a question wrong in a lesson, she cries
3) If you insult her, she cries
4) If a boy kisses her, she cries. I have seen this happen. But maybe Christopher Plankett is just a bad kisser.
5) If you compliment her, she cries of happiness. Probably because people don't compliment her very often
6) She spends most of the time in the loos, crying
7) All her make-up is waterproof
8) She cries if she loses House-Points. Or if she gains them. Why?
9) Her Mother babies her. This is evident due to her running to her Mother every time something goes wrong
10) She had a tantrum when we lost a Quidditch Match (she's a Chaser) and threw her broomstick onto the ground.
11) I told her to make her bed, and she cried
12) She relies on Clarisse to protect her, and cannot stand up on her own
I was in the library, trying to think of more reasons to add to my list. There were numerous occasions when I had seen Peyton cry, but I couldn't jot all of them down right this moment. Instead, I tried to focus on the textbook in front of me. I was researching Hobgoblins, and I tried to read through the passage, even though it was near curfew and my eyes kept drooping. Only a few more minutes…
The Hobgoblin is a lesser known part of the Goblin family. Hobgoblins are very troublesome creatures and are fond of practical jokes. They are a part of the Seelie Court.
Laura had refused to tell me where she had been during Charms. She had looked away, and muttered that I would know soon. What was that supposed to mean? Laura had never kept something from me before, and I was worried about the implications of her hiding something. It meant it was something serious, and that worried me. What could be so bad that she had refused to tell me, her best friend?
They are also a distant relative of the Brownie, and share their furry coats. The Hobgoblin can be found in many Wizarding Homes, and are the cause of much strife.
She hadn't turned up again until after my Potions lesson- the next day. She had apologised over and over again, but I wasn't ready to forgive her yet. I mean, I was worried beyond belief. Didn't I have the right to feel worried about her?
Their fur is used in the Onus Potion, which allows a mischief-maker to get away with trouble with no problems. This has caused the Hobgoblin to be in severe demand. However, the only way for this to work is for the Hobgoblin to hand you some of it's fur willingly.
This was hopeless. I couldn't concentrate. I needed to go back to my Common Room.
I made my way out of the library. The castle was dimly lit. It was silent, the only noise being the pitter-patter of my feet. Suddenly, I could hear rushed whispers, and I stepped back into the shadows. I didn't want to eavesdrop, but for some reason, I felt I needed to listen to this conversation. And it was a good job I did. I just didn't know it then.
'It's coming!' one boy whispered. I didn't recognise his voice.
'Et we will be ready' said the second voice. I concealed a gasp. I recognised the voice as Andre Bellour, one of Albus' best friends. He was the only boy in our school with a French accent.
'Is it nearly done?'
'Almos'. 'Ogwarts will not know what hit eet' said Andre darkly. I gulped audibly, trying to shuffle backwards. I knocked into a solid chest.
'Oof' I muttered, looking upwards. James Sirius Potter the Second stood in front of me. He held his finger up to his mouth in a shushing action, before turning to listen intently.
'Who has agreed?' the first boy asked. I didn't understand. They were talking in Riddles.
'Ze children of zem have agreed. You know who I mean. And a few…surprises' said Andre. The children of what? Not Death-eaters, surely? Andre couldn't be evil. He was a Hufflepuff! I didn't generally believe in prejudices, but I refused to think badly of someone in my house.
'Good, good. We will meet again soon' said the first voice, and I heard the noise of footsteps heading in the opposite direction to James and I. Within moments, the second set also left, in the same direction. I let out a breath and turned to James, who was frowning.
'What was that?' I asked, aware of my shaking voice. James shook his head.
'I don't know. Andre…Albus will never believe what we just heard' he said.
'We're going to tell him!' I yelped in surprise. It would break Albus' heart.
'Why not?' said James incredulously.
'We might be wrong! Andre is one of Albus' best friends, he would die if he knew that Andre was evil! And what do we know? Maybe we misunderstood! We should try and find out more!' I explained. James looked at me, his face inscrutable.
'Who are you?' he asked. I blushed.
'Bree Chase, sixth-year Hufflepuff' I told him. He nodded, smiling.
'Jane told me about you'
'She did?' I was incredulous.
'She did. And, Bree Chase, sixth-year Hufflepuff, I think you're right. We'll keep an eye on Andre, but not say anything' James said. I blushed that he thought I was right, before realising something. He said we would keep an eye on Andre. I was going to help James virtually stalk Albus' best friend?
'We?' I asked weakly. James nodded.
'We. Are you in?'
'I'm in'. This is not going to end well.
'SHA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA! SHA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA! SHA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA! AND SWEET MARIA WAITS FOR ME!' shrieked Alice and Jane at the top of their voices. Laura and I had joined them in the Gryffindor Tower (enabling me to cross yet another thing of my list) when they had invited us into their dorm. This had caused us to start singing along to Muggle Music. Well, mainly Alice and Jane. It had been interesting to see them let their hair down, and to be introduced to their other dorm-mates.
Raven Moore was a girl with a big heart, but who was hurt over and over again because of it. She's pretty, but has dyed her hair black because of sadness. She generally wears black. Raven's whole family all died on the same night, you see, at a Party. Raven escaped that fate for one reason, and one reason only- she was at her best friend's house. Rumours follow Raven everywhere, but she's actually really nice.
Her best friend is Isabella Parkins, known as Izzie. Isabella is happy-go-lucky, and quite naïve and childlike. She's blonde and bubbly, and really nice. She giggles all the time, and is as sweet as sugar. Raven has moved into her house now that she has nowhere else to live.
They have a third friend, Airlia Demopoulos, who is Greek. She's a Ravenclaw, and I don't have that much to do with her. Yet, I've heard that Airlia is slightly insane, babbles when nervous, and super-clever. When you get her and Izzie together, you have an awful pairing- they're both so crazy!
Meeting all of the Gryffindor sixth-year girls really makes me want to be in Gryffindor. They're just so much nicer than most of my Hufflepuff room-mates (though Jess is just as nice and Laura is better than them all).
Mentally, I composed a list of reasons why the Gryffindor girls were better than Hufflepuffs.
Reasons why I prefer the Sixth-year Gryffindor Girls (minus Laura and Jesminda)
1) They greeted me nicely
2) They looked pleased to see me
3) They said I could come back at any time
4) They didn't burst into tears, shove a camera in my face, or threaten me
5) They are so much more relaxed
6) I can actually speak around them, and Laura doesn't instantly bury her nose in a book when she sees them
7) They-
'Bree? Bree? You've been staring into space for about a minute' said a worried Jane as she waved her hand in front of my face.
'Oh sorry. I do that sometimes' I shrugged bashfully.
'Riigght' said Rose. They went back to what they were doing, and I sighed with relief. As much as I liked my new friends, I preferred to be on the outskirts, away from everyone's attention. And that was where I would always stay.