Louis' perspective of Chapter 6:
Chapter 7
Early October
Now. This is where I butt into the story so that you don't feel the need to hate on me until Aurora gets around to listening to my side of things.
I am Louis Weasley, and this is what really happened.
I was on my way to the Heads' dorm to meet up with Aurora like we planned when I literally run into Candi Brown. Now, Candi and I used to be… something. I'm not really sure what but we tended to end up in broom cupboards together on a regular basis. Before this year that is. This year I've been good. Not a single broom cupboard. Well, except for that one I dragged Aurora into at the beginning of the school year.
Now Candi doesn't take too kindly to being ignored by her former broom cupboard buddies. This is probably why she is wearing her uniform in a manner that I would normally associate with a stripper.
Before I can tell her off for wearing her uniform as such, she starts ranting at me about ditching her this year. The next thing I know, she's sucking my face off and I'm trying to push her away. Except my aim kind of sucks because I accidently pushed on her, chest area, rather than her shoulders. I know it's pathetic and cliche and there's no excuse, but, I can't really change what happened. So once she finally lets go, I see Aurora standing there, her face hardened with what looks like outright hatred of me. Before I can say anything, she runs off. I desperately want to run after her and explain, but I need to deal with Candi first.
And deal with her I do. I get into a good rant that makes it very clear to her that I never wish to associate with her again, and that she just lost 30 house points for her uniform and behavior. I would've taken more if I thought I could've gotten away with it without professors asking why I did it. As soon as I'm sure that she's not going to bother me or Aurora again, I run towards my dorm, hoping that that's where Aurora went.
When I catch up to her, there is a look of pure, furious hatred on her face. I try to talk but I never get the chance before she punches me in the face. I wish I could say that I was crumpled over from the shock of it, but in reality, she punches bloody hard. I don't think I'm going to be able to see out this eye for a week.