Chapter eight! Shout-out to ItsSummer538, Ebony Mirror, Albinokittens300, all of the Guests, and of course, Master Sparky.
Thanks so much for your support :) I will probably be able to post a chapter a day, unless something comes up. I also have school
in three days, so I will do my best.
Conor's P.O.V
Throughout class, Rollan was restricted from his wand. Normally he would have laughed about it but he was in an uncharacteristically
sullen mood, so anyone who mocked him had better be prepared for a scorching glare of hate. Rollan doesn't get mad easily, but
when he does? It's pretty scary. Watch out.
I kept trying to talk to Abeke but she was busy chatting with this one kid, Shane I think. There was something I didn't trust about him;
he was kind of annoying. The way Abeke giggled and blushed and smiled; they talked the whole class, whispering, passing notes . .
I don't know why it bothered me so much but I was unable to pay attention to Tarik. I narrowed my eyes and watched them talk.
I decided after class I would give Shane a piece of my mind. I mean, he was . . . distracting Abeke from her studies!
Studies first, right?
So I did. He was about to follow Abeke out of the classroom when I said, "Hey. Shane." He turned and looked at me questioningly.
"Yeah?" he asked with a charming grin. "You're Slytherin, right?" I asked. His left eye twitched. "Yeah . . ." he admitted, almost sounding
ashamed. That infuriated me. "Well, you know, Abeke is my best friend, and I don't think Slytherins should hang out with her."
Wow. That sounded like I was talking about Meilin, too. I hope she's okay; I saw her run out of the Great Hall at breakfast and I haven't seen
her since . . .
"Okay. Can I join the group, then?" Shane asked me, unfazed. I blinked. "No," I said angrily. "You can't flirt with Abeke and expect to be friends
with me!" Okay. I've lost it. He looked completely surprised at my words. "Look, man, no need to be jealous or anything," Shane
furrowed his brow and backed away slowly. "We're just friends."
I watched him go with a threatening growl. I hated him, it was official. Sure Rollan's crazy when he's mad, but when I'M mad,
I'm fiercer than a wolf.
Meilin's P.O.V
I think I was on that cold bathroom floor for a good solid hour. When I finally was able to pull myself out of that weird painful haze, I
puked a mess on the floor. It was disgusting. My legs felt weak but other than that I seemed completely normal.
I wondered what the curse's effects were; I had no idea what she did, I hadn't been looking. I thought I hit her hard enough to faze her,
but I guess I didn't land my blow perfectly. There's a first time for everything, I guess.
I was going to be in so much trouble; my Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Trunswick, was pretty harsh.
When I tried to tell him why I was late it was like I was unable to describe it. So I just looked up at him helplessly, my arms slack against
my sides. For some reason he gave me a curt nod, as if he understood what happened, as if it had happened many times before to
other students. I wondered as I took my place in the front row.
For the rest of the class I looked at my hands, moved my legs, even tried to throw up again. Then I figured, maybe she just shot me with a spell that
crippled me for an hour. It would make sense, right?
I was wrong.
Rollan's P.O.V
"Okay. Tonight, we have to sneak out," Rosabelle told me. "I'm planning the BIGGEST prank of the CENTURY, and I'm going to need your help."
"Alright," I answered, raising both eyebrows. Biggest prank of the century? Sounded like my thing.
She grinned slyly and tilted her head, her dark hair falling to her back. Her bluish eyes glinted. She had a mysterious
way of doing that. "Promise?" she purred mischievously.
"Sure," I replied. "I love a good prank. I also love breaking the rules. Where we meeting?"
"The edge of the woods," she explained, stretching her arms and yawning like a cat.
I swear that girl was PART cat.
"So meet you there?" she batted her eyelashes and looked at me. I nodded in amusement. "Great!" she said, her eyes bright.
As she skipped to the door, she halted, her Gryffindor scarf billowing. She turned around. "If you're not there, I'm going to be
MAD," she added, narrowing her eyes. Then she was gone.
I rolled my eyes and gathered my things. This was break time, so class started in about twenty minutes. I had plenty of
time to meet Conor and Abeke in the hallways, and if I was lucky, Meilin. I always figured we'd just come here,
she and I would start dating, Conor would turn into a magical talking unicorn, and everything would be happy.
For once in my life.
I saw Abeke leaning against a locker, laughing and chatting with a boy I thought was Conor but when I got closer he was
taller and broader. Shane Crocc. "Hey," I said casually. Abeke noticed me and smiled in delight. "Rollan! This is-"
"Shane?" I interrupted. "Yes! How did you know?" she asked. "Lucky guess," I said sourly.
Then Conor came sulking up to us. Shane backed away from the scene because Conor gave him this deathly glare.
I think I knew why Conor was acting this way, but I kept my lips sealed and just smirked at him knowingly.
"Hey guys," Conor said grumpily. Abeke's face turned serious. "Hi," she smiled at him. He only seemed to be even moodier.
"I'm going to go walk into a wall. Several times." Conor walked off. Abeke gave me a curious look.
"What's his problem?" she mouthed when Conor was gone. I just shrugged innocently.
"Wait. Look," Abeke pointed. I followed her glance and saw; a short girl, with long black hair, deep brown eyes,
pale skin, and a green Slythein badge. She was walking towards us!
"Meilin!" I exclaimed, happier than a rabbit in a carrot farm. She smiled weakly. "Hi," she said softly.
I pulled her into a hug and she made a noise of surprise. I quickly let go in embarrassment and she was blushing a lot.
"I . . . um . . . " I cleared my throat. She smiled shyly and said, "I came here to apologize for the way I've been acting
recently. I . . ." suddenly she went slack. All of the sudden, she whipped out her wand as if on impulse and pointed it at Abeke. "Wha-?" Abeke
didn't even have time to move. Meilin shot a blast at her and a loud BOOM rang throughout the halls. Everyone screamed and Abeke collapsed
to the ground unconscious. "OH MY (censored word)!" I yelled, taking a step back. She turned and pointed her wand at me, and I fumbled for my
own, but heard Tarik's words repeat in my mind; The wand chooses the wizard. My wand was useless to me. I chose the wand. The wand didn't
choose me. That's what Tarik meant. "Meilin?" I squeaked. I looked into her eyes. Any normal person would say she was doing this
on purpose, but I KNEW Meilin. And I could see deep in her eyes she was confused and frightened too, like she didn't know what she
was doing. I got out of there as fast as I could, and as I left, I could see a girl named Clarissa glowing as if she knew this was going to happen.
I just kept running.
