A/N: *coughs and runs away from angry people*
Chapter 5
It was almost time for Harry's first Quidditch game, and Calypso was torn. She knew she needed to support her friend, but at the same time she was actually getting along with a few of the Slytherin's. Pansy was still evil, but some things you just can't change.
Blaise Zabini wasn't too bad, and Daphne Greengrass turned out to be decent. Daphne actually had a sister with an ancient blood curse. Calypso found this fascinating, but didn't dare say so as Daphne was obviously stressed about her sister's wellbeing. Calypso didn't know what she would do if her adoptive sister, Olivia, was cursed. (A/N- If you're wondering, Olivia was with her grandparents at the time Calypso left for Hogwarts. I don't know why, but it was a good excuse for me forgetting about her. Oops.)
Calypso just decided to be neutral. I mean, both groups of friends knew she was friends with the other group, so what the heck? She might as well support both of them. So, on the day of the game, Saturday, she just stood in the entrance of the hall, staring at everybody. Who was she supposed to sit with?
She finally settle with Harry, 'cause he was a first year for his first game and none of her friends were actually playing. However, everybody stiffened as she approached and she raised an eyebrow at all of them, "Something wrong?"
Ron, who she usually got along with as they were in a group of best friends, glared at her and said, "What are you doing here snake?"
Calypso was knocked back a step but sat down next to Hermione, who was the only person not glaring besides Harry, and said, "Really? I thought we were all past the 'She's a Slytherin! She's gonna kill us all!' thing. Are we back there because of a Quidditch game? 'Cause if we are, I'll tell you that I don't even like the sport, and if it tears up a delicate friendship with some really nice people, I'll hate it even more."
They stared at her, glares gone, all but the Quidditch players (again, minus Harry) and Ron, who asked, "How do you not like Quidditch!? It's the best sport in the world! You get to fly in it! How could you not-"
"That's the problem," Calypso said, exasperated, "I hate flying. Being in the air makes me feel uncomfortable. Why do you think I never went with my parents in our private jet to vacation? I always stayed with my grandparents."
All the muggleborns were staring at her, and said in unison, "PRIVATE JET?!"
She winced, "Um, did I forget to mention my last name is Lovelace? Like, Lovelace Lovelace?"
They stared some more, Hermione finally saying, "You're one of those Lovelace's? I thought you were just distant relatives or something! You- you're family is famous!"
She winced again, "Not that famous. Just a bit well known, is all. And yes, we have a private jet. Can we stop talking about this now? People are starting to stare."
Hermione nodded quickly, standing up and pulling Calypso with her, "Come on, we can sneak some time in at the library before eleven. Hurry, I'm hoping the book I reserved is free now!"
Calypso snorted and followed Hermione, who had started blabbing on about some book or another.
Calypso climbed up next to Daphne in the Quidditch stands, and Daphne didn't even look up from the game, she just said, "Hey, Shafiq."
Calypso smiled; it was nice to have some friends who weren't screaming all the time. Even if she was in Gryffindor, she would never behave that way. Her parents had always raised her to be calm and collected, and while she did like some chaos once in a while, she wasn't really a scream at the top of your lungs kind of gal. It just wasn't her style.
Calypso tuned out of Lee Jordan's funny but irritating commentary, and chose to watch the game instead of listening. She was somewhat queasy as she watched the players swoop around each other in the air. She hated all things flying, like most of Poseidon's kids. She had read somewhere that Zeus and Poseidon sort of feuded, and it was dangerous for their kids to be in the other's territory. Ever since, she had been terrified of flying and outright refused when her friends had asked her to come and fly. She had studied instead, and her friends had failed the complicated test the next day, while she and Hermione got high marks. She enjoyed rubbing that in their faces.
Anyway, she was uncomfortable, that was what I was trying to say, so she opted to leave the stands. As she was though, she saw Hermione heading over to the Professor's section. SHe frowned and started her way towards Ron. "Ron," she said when she reached him, "What's Hermione doing?"
Ron pointed to Harry, who was hanging by one hand off his broom. Calypso's eyes widened and she covered her mouth, her skin turning a very light shade of green. "She went to stop Snape; He's jinxing Harry's broom!"
Calypso frowned and opened her mouth to defend Snape, but before she could Harry righted himself and Hermione popped up behind them, "Did it. Oh, hello Callie, what are you doing here?"
Calypso opened and closed her mouth for a second, "Um… I have to go."
She knew for a fact that Snape would never jinx the broom; he wouldn't hurt a student, no matter who it was. Something was up, and she didn't know what.
Once she was in the middle of the stands, where she could see all of them, she saw both Snape and Quirrell getting up off the floor where they had collapsed. She frowned, but couldn't ponder it further as everybody started screaming happily and she had to cover her ears as she ran out of the stands to go back to the common room.
She didn't understand why, or how the stuttering man could have done it, but she did know one thing: Professor Quirrell was the one who had cursed Harry's broom, and had managed to frame Snape in the process.
A/N: *angry people catch up* Okay, I'm sorry alright? Yes, it's been like a month and this is possibly the shortest thing I've ever written but I'm so uninspired. I had a project to do, I went on a trip, I was playing Minecraft (Shut up that game is still fun), and I had no inspiration whatsoever. Not to mention I was stuck on some of this. I'm sorry for the wait, but hey, like five people actually care about this thing so whatever. Anyway, could you please review a scale of one to ten on how good my writing is? I need some other opinions, and nobody but me looks at this. Not to mention I looked at some of my followers and favoriters work because I'm a stalker and you're good writers, so please land your opinion! Thanks. Also, if you see any problems with my writing please tell me 'cause I'm terrible at editing. I literally stare at the thing for five seconds and them I'm like "its good!" so yeah. Tootles!
