A/N: Well, here's chapter 6. It's relatively un-beta'd, except by me, because I'm impatient, and didn't want to wait for my beta (sorry SLF) so if you guys see any mistakes that I made, or you think I should change something, or SLF, if you want to take over my computer and fix something, feel free. Anyway, enjoy, chapter 7 should be up within the week, it's actually done, but I want to put a little space between 6 and 7. Please R&R!
Chapter 6:
Stalking Blaise
Celia woke up early that Wednesday morning, so she wandered down to the Great Hall without her friends to have an early breakfast. She had potions that morning, so she wandered down to the dungeons to do some reading before class. As she wandered the dark corridors, Slytherins began to pass on their way up to breakfast, scowling at her in her Hufflepuff robes. Suddenly, a wide figure with dark hair slammed into her side.
"Watch where you're goin', you filthy half-blood," the figure sneered at her.
Celia scowled; she knew Millicent Bulstrode had purposely slammed into her. Celia whipped back around.
"Shut your mouth, you cow. Shouldn't you be off stalking Blaise?"
Millicent glared at her.
"What, disappointed you lost your little friend?" she wined in a baby-esque condescending voice.
"I can get over that; I have gotten over that. You, however, are just as desperate as you were two years ago," Celia jeered.
Celia barely had time to react. Millicent, moving surprisingly fast, whipped out her wand and screamed a curse at her. Celia felt a burning pain sear through her body, and was unconscious before she hit the floor.
Celia woke up several hours later. She slowly regained consciousness; first, a dull ache swept over her, she could hear Madame Pomphrey bustling around. Slowly she stirred and opened her eyes. Her movement alerted Madame Pomphrey, who walked briskly over to her.
"How are you feeling dear?" she asked kindly.
"Sore, really sore. What the hell kind of spell did that bitch use on me?"
"Language Ms. Pace," Madame Pomphrey said sternly.
"Sorry," Celia apologized.
"It was a stunning spell, a rather advanced one at that. Most of the soreness is because of the force it propelled you backward and downward with. It's lucky that your blonde friend brought you up; unconscious in a corridor full of Slytherins, I shudder at the thought. Anyhow, she said she would visit. You may leave when you feel up to it,"
"What time is it?" Celia asked.
"Around four o'clock," Madame Pomphrey responded.
"Four o'clock!" Celia exclaimed.
"Yes, nasty spell. I have no idea where she learned it, and students attacking students, completely unprovoked, why I…" Madame Pomphrey walked away, still muttering to herself under her breath.
The doors to the Hospital Wing flew open and Hannah, Ernie and Justin came rushing in. They all threw themselves into chairs around the bed that had been there when Celia had awakened and immediately began launching questions.
"Guys, guys, guys! Relax! I'm fine," Celia exclaimed.
"We came at lunch, but you were still unconscious," Justin breathed in one breath.
"I'm okay. Hannah, thanks for bringing me up here.
"I didn't bring you up here," she said, confused.
"Did… did you guys?" she looked at Ernie and Justin.
They both shook their heads.
"But Madame Pomphrey said…"
The door opened again. A girl with white-blonde hair who looked to be their age peered in. She saw Celia the three other Hufflepuffs watching her.
"Oh, I'll just… come back later," she blushed.
"No, come in," Madame Pomphrey invited.
She walked over to the girl and ushered her in. She led her over to the four Hufflepuffs.
"Celia, this is the girl that brought you up here," she smiled.
It took Celia a moment to recognize her. The girl was Lyra, the Slytherin who was constantly at odds with Draco, whom Celia and Hannah had spoken with on their first day back.
"Lyra?" Celia and Hannah questioned. Lyra blushed again.
"Why?" Ernie and Justin asked.
"Well, you were one of the few people who was nice to me, so it seemed the right thing to do," she shrugged as if she saved people on a regular basis.
"Well, thanks," Celia smiled jovially.
"Anytime," Lyra smiled, "although hopefully it won't happen again."