Yay! Midterms are over! At least for my school, I hope it is for the rest f you. So as a present for the end of cramming, a new chapter! Alright, I'm done with the "!" So this chapter is just along what everyone's doing the first night back. There's a couple song lyrics in here, I've been listening to a lot of Ashley Parker Angel and Faber Drive, so their songs are in here a bit and so is Santana. That was my disclaimer right there so no flames about me stealing lyrics. Okay, here you go.
I really wonder if you guys read these things.
Chapter 3
"Thank god," Derek said as they pushed their way through the crowd to where the carriages were. "Thought I'd be crushed."
"Yeh need to build up some muscle, cuz," Mitchell said, shoving past a Hufflepuff fourth year.
They'd reached the carriages and Mitchell jumped into one of them. David got into the one behind him, Froggie into the third, and Kaden in the fourth. Their huge group split up and filled up the carriages. As Hannah passed the thestral, she glanced into its white eyes. It snorted at her and pawed the ground.
"Hannah, are yeh starin' at the thing again? If it bot'ers yeh so much, don' look at it," Oliver said, grabbing her arm and tugging her into the carriage with David. "Merlin, don' see why yeh tink yeh need to look a' it. If I could see it, I'd jus' ignore it."
"Easier said than done, Oliver," Hannah sniped.
"You two make a lovely couple," David said.
"Shut up, will you?" Oliver snapped.
"Why? It's not like she understands us."
"You'd be surprised, David. Remember when we didn't think she knew how to play pool? And we lost fifty Galleons apiece that day."
"Stop it! Both of you! Before I go and kick Raheem out of the carriage that's got Nanda in it!" Hannah ordered, smacking both of them in their heads.
The carriage had started moving, heading for the school. Hannah crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Oliver and David, who grinned back. She scoffed, rolled her eyes, and ignored them for the ride up to Hogwarts. While she ignored them, David continued to antagonize Oliver to get him to admit, at least in Gaelic, that he liked Hannah.
"What good does it do you if I say I like her now?"
"So you admit you like her!"
"No, I simply questioned your motives."
"You like her. You like her."
"Would you stop that?!"
"No! That'd take away my fun."
"Okay, say I did like Hannah." David made a funny cough. "Shut up. So say I did and said it right now. It wouldn't do any good because she doesn't understand a word we're saying!"
"A few minutes ago, you just said that maybe she picked up on a few things!"
"Could've, not did."
David shook his head, becoming very annoyed with Oliver. "You're impossible! I try and try, but you keep rejecting the obvious! She likes you and you like her! It can't get much obvious than that."
"Jus' shut up and stop talkin'," Oliver ordered. Hannah's blue eyes were still narrowed into slits. "I'm sorry. But yeh didn' nee' ta hear wot was bein' said."
"If you wanted to talk in private, you could've waited until you were alone," Hannah said. "Ollie, you know I don't like it when you guys have your 'private conversations.' Half the time you do it to annoy me and the other half I really want to know what you're talking about and you won't tell me, and I hate that!"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'll tell you what we said later," Oliver said. He put his arm around her.
"You like her," David muttered.
"SHUT UP!" Oliver and Hannah said at the same time.
"Tú puedes estar contento si yo hablo en español y explico a Hannah que está hacienda contigo?" David asked in Spanish, which means, "Will you be happy if I talk in Spanish and explain to Hannah what is going on with you?"
"No, no puedo estar contento si hablas," Oliver responded.
"Why won't you be happy if he talks?" Hannah asked. She grinned. "I like it when we talk in Spanish. I understand what's going on."
"Quiero hablar en Gaelic ahora," David said. He smirked at Oliver. "Admit you like her or I'll yell it right now. Not in Spanish. In English."
"No!"
"Do it!" David threatened.
"No!"
Hannah was becoming angry again. "You say one more word in Gaelic and I'm going to hit you both where it hurts."
David took the warning seriously. "Just say it and I'll stop. I won't even go to the others."
"Fine! Yes! Now will you shut up and let it drop?" Oliver demanded.
David grinned and relaxed back into his seat. "Thanks for admitting it." Just then the carriage stopped. Hannah opened the door and jumped out and ran to where Nanda was getting out. Oliver and David exited the carriage and followed the group heading towards the castle. "Well, there isn't any need to go to our cousins. They know."
"I hate all of you," Oliver said, shoving David in the head.
After the Welcome Feast, everyone split up to go to their separate towers. But this time it was different from the other years. David wasn't with the Gryffindor group and Andrew wasn't with Mitchell and Kevin. They had to show the first years to the common rooms. So as everyone else left, David and Andrew were left in the Great Hall, waiting for the first years to find them.
"I hate this job," Andrew muttered. "How the hell did I end up wit it?"
"Like I'd know," David said. A short blonde girl had walked up to him. David looked at her badge and then pointed to Clyde Ryans. "Hufflepuff's over there." She scurried away. "Probably 'cause Mitchell an' Kevin are idiots and the other guys didn't make the cut."
"Wot cut? I ain't tha' special. I shouldn' be doin' any o' this crap. Besides, I ain't gonna be around much this year," Andrew complained.
David looked up curiously. "Why?"
"Doctors are puttin' me on dialysis. Me left one's finally failed," Andrew said. "Right one's gonna get over worked pretty soon. I'm gonna nee' a transplant by the end o' the year." Andrew's kidneys had never been fully working. The left one had always been worst. For a while he'd been getting better, but two years ago he started to have more and more problems.
"Do yeh have a donor yet?" David asked.
Andrew shook his head. "Me da ain't a match. Sister ain't either. Now I gotta start lookin' further away." He didn't sound hopeful. He and David both knew that it was harder to find a donor in your family if your parents and siblings weren't matches. "Yeh know, it kinda makes me wonder if I'm adopted, yeh know? Maybe that tha's why me da ain't a match."
"Yeh ain't adopted," David said. "We all know yeh ain't. None o' us are." He glanced over at the two groups of first years. "Everyone here?" He made sure there were no last minute stragglers. "Okay, let's get goin'."
He and Andrew led the way to the marble stairs and started up them. The first years were really timid and stayed a good five steps back from the two of them.
"So, are we gonna be tested anytime soon?" David asked.
"I dunno. Me da will talk wit yer da and all the others. Then I guess yeh'll go in and get tested ta see if yeh match me," Andrew said. "Wee, wot fun. Then I git cut open an' 'ave someone's kidney stuck in me and hope dat it works."
They had reached the fifth floor. David and Andrew smirked at each other before separating. Andrew yelled, "Ravenclaws, this way." And he headed away from David.
"C'mon, keep going," David said to the first years. He led them up two more sets of stairs and then walked down a corridor that lead to the portrait of the Fat Lady. He gave the password, Jeklar, and they entered the common room. All of the first years were eagerly looking around at all of the furnishings. "This is the Gryffindor Common room, where you can spend most of your free time. There are lounges around the school that you can hang out with other students in different houses. Dormitories are this way." He led the way to the two sets of spiral stairs. "Girls, take those. Boys, up this way." And he climbed up them, leaving the first years behind. He entered his dormitory where his other three roommates sat. "Hey, mate," he said to Azra Khadilkar, who had already changed into his pajamas.
"Hey, how was your summer," Azra asked.
David pulled off his shirt and tossed it into the designated laundry spot. "Went to Spain."
"As usual," Azra said. He was taller than David, who was six foot two. Azra was about six four, had dark brown hair and eyes, and tan skin. "So… prefect." David scoffed at him and kicked his pants to the laundry pile. "Want me to bow and announce your arrival to all of our classes? Or will shinning your shoes be all I need to do?"
"I'm gonna shove my shoe up somewhere if you don't shut up," David said, throwing one of his tennis shoes at Azra.
Azra threw his shoe back. "Still… can't believe you got it."
Jared Rotec crawled into his bed. "That's 'cause he's the best behaved outta all of us."
"No he ain't. Not with his cousins," Azra said. "You six cause the most trouble in our school. And ain't Andrew a prefect too?"
"Yeah, so?" David asked.
Azra laid down on his bed. "Well, better Andrew than Kevin or Mitchell. If they got it… I'd think Dumbledore was on crack." He buried his head under his pillow. "Good night. And Tank, you'd better've cleared up that snoring problem."
"Shut up!" Warrick Tankhold ordered from his bed.
David rolled over onto his side and turned off his light, throwing the room into darkness. He crossed his arms on his pillow, put his head in his arms, and fell asleep within a minute.
Beneath the fifth year boys, Oliver and all his roommates were getting ready for bed as well. Percy and Eric were sitting on their beds that were to the right when you first entered the room. Kaden was on the left next to Danniell, who was next to Oliver with Raheem on his left. Kaden was the first into the dorm. He ran in and jumped onto his bed before sitting on it. Raheem walked across the room and went over to his trunk to start getting ready. Danniell got in without Percy or Eric acknowledging him, but when Oliver entered, Percy noticed.
"Hey, Wood," Percy said.
"Wot?" Oliver asked, heading to his trunk.
"Aren't two of your cousins prefects?"
"Aye. And?"
"How do you think they got it?"
Danniell caught Oliver's eye and they both had to suppress a laugh. They couldn't believe how badly Percy wanted to be a prefect.
"Well… um… ain't one of yer brothers a prefect? Go ask one of them," Oliver said.
"They both are," Percy said.
Oliver then remembered. "Oh yeah, Charlie's a prefect. Kinda forgot 'bout tha."
"They haven't given me any advice. And if your cousins can get it, I should be able to," Percy said with a sort of arrogant tone of voice.
Oliver sighed and said, "Fraid I can' help yeh there, Perce. I dunno how they got it. Kinda a mystery."
"Maybe they paid off Dumbledore," Raheem joked. "And then went and bought a jet."
Oliver crawled into his bed and pulled the covers over his head. "Shut up, Raheem." He closed his eyes and thought, "Thank god none of them have figured it out yet."
Hannah and Nanda were the last girls to in their dormitory. Rihana and Katie were sitting and talking on Rhiana's bed. Rihana had dyed her hair to solid black and now had a new piercing on the side of her nose. Katie still looked the same from last year, still the same shoulder length brown hair, green eyes, and still short. On the other side of their cluttered dormitory, Silvia, Elli, and Nicole were listening to Elli's radio.
"I need a little more luck than a little bit,
Cuz every time I get stuck the words won't fit
And every time that I try I get tongue tied
I'll need a little good luck to get me by"
Hannah and Nanda went over to their beds and got changed into their pajamas. They both sat on Nanda's bed and listened to the song.
"Hey, who sings this?" Hannah asked.
Elli stopped mouthing to the song and said, "Faber Drive. They're amazing, aren't they?"
"I need a little more help than a little bit
Like the perfect one word no one's heard yet
Cuz every time that I try I get tongue tied
I need a little good luck to get me by this time"
As the other four listened to the song, Hannah's mind started to drift away from the words. Instead, she started thinking about Oliver. "Merlin, why do I have to like him! He doesn't like me back. He can't. We're too much like brother and sister." She heard the refrain of the song again and thought about the words. "Yeah, I need a lot of help. And how am I supposed to even tell anyone that I like him?" The song had ended and a new song came on.
"You like them, Hannah?" Silvia asked.
"What?" Hannah asked, having been caught off guard. "Oh, um, yeah. They're really good."
Elli sighed. "Caught off guard?"
"Just a tidbit," Hannah answered.
"What were you thinking about?" Nicole asked.
Hannah didn't hesitate to answer. "Somehow, I don't know why, Andrew's the Ravenclaw prefect. I'm really worried about that House. And I'm wondering if Dumbledore's finally going senile." Well, it had been on her mind a little bit.
"Wait," Silvia said. "Andrew's prefect? Are you kidding?"
"Well, yeah. Mitchell and Kevin…"
"No, then Dumbledore would definitely be senile," Nanda said.
Hannah nodded in agreement. "But, I would've thought maybe Webb would've gotten it. And I'd put Cricket before Andrew. But he got it." She pulled her hair into a ponytail and went over to her bed and got under the covers.
"Uh… Hannah? Today's Saturday. We don't have school tomorrow," Nicole pointed out.
Hannah rolled over to look at them. "I know, but I'm just tired. Didn't get much sleep last night. Right Nanda?"
"Yep!" Nanda said. "But how can you be tired?!"
Hannah pushed herself up onto her elbows. "How much caffeine did you have tonight?"
Nanda smirked. "Um… 4 cans?"
Hannah flopped onto her bed. "Ugh. You're gonna be up until 3. Goodnight!" She pulled her covers over her head.
"Do you mind if we still play music?" Elli asked.
"No," Hannah mumbled from under the covers. "Play whatever. I'm gonna pass out right about now. See you tomorrow." She closed her eyes and fell asleep in a few minutes. The girls continued to play music, but made it a little quieter for Hannah. The last lyrics she could remember were:
"Your life is a flashback,
A question, a photograph
A statement, a story, a struggle
A chance to laugh
Cuz if you don't laugh you cry"
"So, Andrew, tha' girl… do yeh seriously like her tha' much that yeh had ta almost beat the crap outta David? I mean, tha's a lit'le harsh," Mitchell said as he collapsed onto his bed.
"She's hot!" Andrew argued. "If she went ta dis school, I would date her!"
"Or attempt ta git her," Kevin said. Andrew glared at him. "Well, if she saw how yeh acted on the train, I think she'd be a little scared of you."
Andrew scowled at him. "Did I ask yeh wot yer opinion was? No. Now go an' jump off the tower an' see if yeh can get a scar." He pulled his shirt off of him and yanked the skull cap off his head to reveal dirty blond hair.
"Yeh've got hat hair," Mitchell pointed out. Andrew threw his skull cap at his cousin. Mitchell picked it up and pulled it on. "Is dis yer identity thing? Kinda like how Kevin's gotta scar 'imself up and Ollie's obsessed with Quidditch?" He pushed it up so he could look at his cousin. "So since I'm wearin' it, does dat make me yeh?"
"Shut up," Andrew ordered. "Give it back."
"No," Mitchell said. "I kinda like actin' like yeh. I think I'll do it for a week."
"Give it back and go snog Terah," Andrew said. Mitchell stared at him. Kevin jerked his head out of his trunk. "Oh don' give me dat. Yeh was constantly lookin' at her all of dinner. My god, just go make out with her."
"Shut up," Mitchell said.
"Don't tell me ta shut up. I'm prefect, I can give yeh detention!"
"I'm still older and bigger than yeh! I'll hit yeh if I need ta get yeh ta can it," Mitchell said, holding up a fist. Andrew knew not to start anything with Mitchell; he'd never won a fight against him.
He held out his hand. "Can I please have me hat back?"
"That's better," Mitchell said, throwing the cap at him. "Hey, Kevin, turn the radio on."
Kevin flicked the radio's switch and adjusted it to find a station. They ended up getting the tail end of Soundtrack to Your Life.
"Your life is a flashback
A question, a photograph
A statement, a story, a struggle
A chance to laugh
Cuz if you don't laugh you cry
A last crescendo when you die
So hit the rewind and listen
It's the playback
The soundtrack to your life"
"Shit, I like that song," Kevin said. "And wot are yeh bitches gonna play next?" He sat down as the DJ talked about the song. "Don't care, shut up and play the next one!"
Cricket and Webb had joined them finally. "What's Kevin yelling at now?"
"The radio," Andrew said, sitting down and leaning against the headboard of his bed. "He's mad because he only got the end of Soundtrack to Your Life." Kevin was glaring at the radio. "Kevin, relax, yeh know tha' DJ has ta comment on every single song tha' goes on."
"Yeah," Kevin said. "I know. Somebody should fire him." Music started to play. "Thank you god! That's wot I want fer Christmas. I want him fired."
"Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell,
It was love from above, that could save me from hell,"
"Hey, who is this?" Andrew asked from his bed.
Kevin was listening to the song. "I don't know. Must be new."
"That's what he said, you idiot! New song! NEW! As in yeh've never heard it before!" Mitchell yelled from his bed.
"Shut up!" Kevin said. "I'm listening to the song."
Webb shook his head. "No he ain't. He's listenin' to that guitar."
Andrew listened to the guitar solo. "It's Santana, his idol." He nodded at the guitar that was propped against the wall next to Kevin's bed. "Probably will want to learn that song in a few weeks."
"We forgot where we were and we lost track of time,
And we sang to the wind as we danced through the night,
And we sang…
Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
And the voices bang like the angels sing,
We're singing…
Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
And we danced on into the night,"
"I like it," Mitchell said. Kevin had now grabbed his guitar and was strumming it a little bit. "Yeh want me ta go find yeh the notes fer the song so yeh can learn it."
"Please and thank you."
"It's either that or I'll get yeh the DJ fired."
"I'll take the firing," Kevin said as the DJ continued babbling. "He nee's ta shut up!" He turned around on his bed to look at Mitchell. "So wait, yeh like Terah? When did tha' happen?"
Mitchell scowled at him, narrowing his dark brown eyes. "Why do yeh care?" Kevin just shrugged. "Eh… at the end o' las' year, I think." Kevin snorted. "Wha?"
Kevin shook his head, still grinning. "It's jus' funny. Yeh like Terah. And then Hannah might kick yer ass when she finds out."
"Please don't tell her," Mitchell asked. "Kevin, please, I really don' fancy dyin' this year. Please Kevin! I don' like ta beg."
Kevin grabbed Mitchell's lacross stick and bonked him on his head a few times. "Don' worry 'bout it. I ain't gonna tell her. But yeh…" He smacked Mitchell again. Mitchell grabbed the stick and pulled it away from Kevin. "Yeh nee' ta not flaunt it like ol' Ollie does. So jus'… watch yer step."
Mitchell nodded and laid his stick across his lap. "I'll try."
"Good man!" Kevin said, jumping up. He pulled out his soccer ball and started bouncing it on his knee. "So, I'm thinkin' 'bout a new Beater plan. How 'bout leanin' upside down and wacking it up so yeh hit somebody tha's above yeh?"
"Yeh mean tha' weird thing yeh did las' year and ended up falling off yer broom and Andrew had ta save yeh?" Mitchell asked.
Andrew leaped off his bed. "No! We ain't doin' tha! I almos' broke me arm as well as me broom! And Da ain't gettin' me any new 'uns this year, I haveta go a whole year wit jus' 'un. So I ain't doin' stupid shit this year!" Andrew had broken the most brooms out of any of them. One of them had been his sister's fault when she was 3 and he was 12. His father said he should've put his broom away, as he'd been telling him to for about a week.
"How is the wee lass?" Mitchell asked.
"Lovely," Andrew said with a pained smirk on his face. "Gettin' everythin' she wants as usual. Don' surprise me."
"Hey, mate, remember, she'd be nine years younger than yeh," Kevin said. He tucked his ball under his arm. "So, how'd be yer kidneys? Heard they're shit."
"Heard right," Andrew said. "Need surgery. Da don't match an' Ryeanne don' neither." He sat down on his bed and laid down on the pillow.
"Well, have they checked Laurie? She could still match," Kevin said, bringing up Andrew's step-mother. "Or Willow. She's old 'nough now, ain't she?"
"Laurie and Wills don' match neither," Andrew said shortly, and left it at that. Andrew didn't like to talk about his step-mother. It wasn't that she was mean to him, she was a very nice, kind person. But Andrew missed his own mother. She'd died when he was seven years old. His cousins knew what else had happened with it, but they didn't talk about for Andrew's sake.
"So, when're we gettin' tested?" Kevin asked.
"I dunno. Go talk wit yer das," Andrew ordered, hiding under the blankets.
Kevin turned to look at Mitchell. "So, I heard this new song by Papa Roach, called Scars. And…" Then Mitchell shoved his hand into Kevin's face. Kevin pushed it away. "Wot was tha' fer?"
"Yeh've got 'nough of 'em," Mitchell said.
"Nah, jus' listen!" He paused to think about the lyrics. "Got it! Alright… I tear my heart open, I sew meself shut. An' me weakness is, that I care too much. And me scars remind me, tha' the past is real. I tear me heart open, just ta feel."
Mitchell got on his bed. "Yeah, I'm sure tha's why yeh cut yerself up an' like jumpin' off the roof all the time." He turned off his light and crawled under his blankets.
"Maybe it is," Kevin said, still grinning and rubbing a five inch scar on his arm.
"Terah, I'm seriously debating on whether I should bring you to my house for the holidays," Janelle said as the Ravenclaw girls entered their dormitory. "Honestly, you might as well be a teacher here." She jumped onto her bed which was next to her friend Veronica's.
"She could substitute for McGonagall if it was ever needed," Veronica put in. She yanked the rubber band out of her new dyed blonde hair.
Terah rolled her eyes and shoved past her two friends to get to her bed. "Some days I wonder if you two really are my friends."
"Oh, no, we're your friends," Janelle said, grinning. "Because we're the ones who are supposed to tell you when a certain guy likes you."
Terah whipped her head around. "What? Are you serious?" Janelle and Veronica nodded, both having very content smiles on their faces. "Who?"
"Well, you seem to think that we aren't your real friends," Veronica said. She took out her old quilt that her grandmother had made for her when she was a baby. "So I guess we'll just hold that little piece of information hostage."
Terah's mouth dropped open. "C'mon, who is it? Please!"
"Nope, we aren't your friends!" Veronica argued. She now took out a very old bear. "Do you think I'm getting too old for him?" she asked, holding out the worn bear to Janelle. "I don't even know why I packed him."
"But he's such a cutie!" Janelle said.
Veronica shook her head. "Honestly, Janelle, I wonder how old you really are."
"Hey!" Terah yelled, getting their attention. "Don't change the subject! Who likes me?!"
Janelle smiled and held up the bear. "He loves penguins!"
Terah now gave Janelle a very annoyed look. "Please. Mitchell? Yeah, I'm sure. Now who is it?"
"We just told you!" Veronica insisted. Terah's bright green eyes scrutinized Veronica's face for any sign of deception. "He likes you! He kept staring at you all of dinner."
Terah laughed and flung herself onto her mattress and rolled her blue comforter around herself. "He can't like me. He just can't."
Janelle laid down so that she was at eyelevel with Terah. "And why not?"
Terah sighed and glanced out the window. "Because… it's Mitchell! He can't like me." Terah remembered about the time when Mitchell was four how he'd thrown a bunch of toys at her because she'd taken his teddy bear. And she'd kept it. That was one of the few things that McGonagall had managed to salvage from their ruined house.
"Well, he does," Janelle snapped back, but still grinning. "I can just see it now… Mitchell and Terah. Aww, how cute."
Terah rolled her eyes and flung her pillow at Janelle. Janelle threw it back at her and Terah was about to pick it up again when Veronica picked it up. "No fighting! I'm sick of it!" She hit both of them on the head with the pillow before tossing it on Terah's bed again. "Now, Terah, just believe us. We'd never lie to you. He likes you."
"Yeah, whatever," Terah said. "I'm going to bed. Janelle, I hope you've learned how to be quiet. Or I might just have you go run around with Topoly and see which one of you wears out sooner." She rolled over so that her back was to them.
Janelle turned to Veronica. "I'd win."
Veronica nodded and said sarcastically, "I'm sure you would."
"I would!"
Veronica shoved Janelle in the head. "Go to bed!"
I have no idea when the next chapter's going to be posted. Hopefully in a few weeks. I've got a huge paper due in English in a few weeks and I'm going to be spending a lot of time on it. Then I'll get back to this. See you later!
