AN: Yeah…sorry about the really large lack of stories :/ School just started, and I'm taking dance classes, and….yeah. Here's the update. Enjoy.
Also tell me if you got into Pottermore yet! I did, and it's really fun. :D I'm in Gryffindor, and my wand is hazel, 10 inches, hard, with a phoenix core. :D :D :D :D :D
Anyone been checking out my deviantArt? ...mypatronusisacat…..A Want for Lust….:3 I'd go do that…
A few weeks later… (BTW it's been about 5-ish weeks, give or take a few days, for anyone who cares…like the 3rd-ish week of march)
Sage stood in front of the floor-length mirror in the Slytherin girl's dormitory. She flipped out her hair, straightened her robes, and took a last look at herself. Glancing around the room, she turned back to the mirror and lifted her shirt, turning sideways to get the full view of it. Her stomach was beginning to bulge, just hanging over her pleated skirt. Suddenly, she heard a creak outside. Her face burning, she pulled down her shirt and tucked it in, just as Willow opened the door.
"You comin'? You do need to eat, you know," she added cheekily.
"Uh, yeah, sorry," she stammered, grabbing her bag and showing a few books into it. She followed Willow down to the common room and out to the dining room. Sage felt different. She felt withdrawn and quiet today. She walked up to the Great Hall in silence.
"You're talkative today," Willow commented, as the girls settled down with porridge and buttered toast.
"Mm."
"Hey, baby," Kale said, kissing Sage's forehead and sitting beside her. Sage leaned into him and sighed.
"What's wrong?" he asked quietly, stroking her hair.
"Nothing, just kind of tired," she replied.
She sat with him as he ate his breakfast. Willow kept glancing at her.
"I gotta go, hon'. Vector will have my skin if I'm late to her class. See you later, alright?" Kale asked, standing up.
"Alright. Love ya," Sage replied, kissing him on the cheek. She scooted back over to Willow. Willow was silent.
"…What?" Sage asked, staring at Willow. "Usually you don't stop talking. Something wrong?"
"Nothing," Willow said offhandedly.
"Okay," Sage said. She wasn't sure Willow was telling the truth. They stood up and walked off to class.
LATER!
"And you will all have this essay ready by next Wednesday," Professor McGonagall called as the students filed out of Transfiguration. Several groans filled the hallway.
"You think spending an hour and a half on Switching Spells would be enough, but nooooo, we need to write a damn essay on it," Willow whined, putting her Transfiguration book into her cauldron.
"Fuck yeah," Sage agreed.
After dinner, they walked down to the Slytherin common room, dumped their books in their trunks, and walked back down to the common room. Everyone was chattering about the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff tomorrow, because if they won, they would only have to play Gryffindor to win the Quidditch Cup.
"I can't wait for tomorrow!" Perry Malcom yelled, throwing his fist into the air. He was a burly seventh year, the Slytherin keeper and the captain
He and Marcus Flint, a fourth year keeper who was large for his age, were going over plays for tomorrow.
"Goin' to the Quidditch match tomorrow?" Rose asked, as Willow and Sage sat down on a couch.
Willow glanced at Sage. "Yes," Sage replied. "I'm going to see Kale in action," she added, blushing a little bit. Kale was another chaser on the Slytherin team.
Rose laughed. "I'm going to see the Hufflepuffs get smashed. They're going to be easy to beat, though."
"10 Galleons that new Keeper falls off his broomstick," Willow chuckled. The girls laughed.
"Well, we'd better work on that Transfiguration essay if we're gonna be partying tomorrow," Sage sighed, getting up to retrieve her homework. She walked upstairs—alone, because nobody else wanted to work—and collected her things. She sat down on her bed, where it was quieter, and pulled out her quill. But she couldn't concentrate. She kept thinking about the tiny life that was dwelling in her abdomen. She casually closed the door, walked over to the mirror and pulled p her shirt again. She put a hand on her stomach to find it warm.
"I didn't know it felt like that," she whispered with awe, as she rubbed her stomach. She felt a wave of silence pass over her. She just wanted to be alone, with her child, before all of the hustle and bustle of tomorrow.
