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Chapter 10:

"Be Still" – Kaskade (Extended Mix)

"I want my daughter off the team! Or I will take her out of the school!"

"Mrs. Labelle, please calm down,"

"NO I WON'T CALM DOWN! MY DAUGHTER IS LYING ON A FREAKING HOSPITAL BED, PROBABLY DYING FROM A BLOODY GAME! HOW CAN I CALM DOWN?"

"Mum, that's the Headmaster of Hogwarts,"

"What? Are you serious Conner?"

"Yeah,"

"Oh. I'm sorry Headmaster sir. It's just that she's my only baby girl and well do you have kids? You'd understand better,"

My eyes flickered open. I stared at the ceiling that was whiter than fresh snow. My eyes burned. Shit, what the hell? I closed my eyes again and let out a groan. Instantly I felt two people around me.

"Irina darling, are you awake?" I heard Mother ask. I didn't say anything. "Come on baby, speak to me,"

"Mum, if she was awake she'd say so,"

"No Conner. She always does this. She stays quiet and listens to the conversation first to see how much trouble she's in. Irina, if you're curious to know how much trouble you are in, well you are in great trouble!"

"Mother, will you please shut up?" I muttered tiredly. I rolled over so I wasn't facing her but then smelt a boy's cologne. Ugh, not this idiot.

"Hey sport, how's it going?"

"How do you think it's going? I'm lying on a damn hospital bed!" I shouted at him.

"Mum, she sounds fine,"

"That's a relief. It is. Oh my Merlin, you know I don't know why I'm not lying down on the hospital bed here too because I thought I was going to have a heart attack watching my baby jump from a broom 3,000 feet in the air!"

"Mum, it wasn't 3,000 feet in the air, she'd probably be dead,"

"Conner, you know my point. I don't get it, what kind of game is this? Why did you have to risk your life Irina?"

""Did I catch the snitch? Did Gryffindor win?" I asked quickly, my eyes wide open.

"That's pretty much the point of her job. She's bloody good too. She's supposed to be risky,"

"Don't defend for me," I told him. "Now tell me! DID WE WIN?"

"I'm not defending you, I'm stating facts," he said. I rolled my eyes. "But yes, you guys did win," he said with a grin.

"YES!" I screamed happily. I tried to get up when I felt my back sting. I let out a gasp and quickly lied back down. Mother ran to get Madame Pomfrey. Talk about short-lived happiness.

"Where does it hurt dear?" Madame Pomfrey asked.

"My spine, it hurts like hell," I said.

"Okay dear. I'm going to x-ray you once again okay? Visiting hours are over! Please leave the room," Madame Pomfrey said to Mother and that idiot.

"Okay, well Irina dear, we'll be waiting outside for you-"

"No. Leave. What were you doing here in the first place?"

"We got a letter from the school stating about the first game of the season and it was mandatory we came," Mother said.

"Mandatory? What?" I asked confused.

"Yes-"

"Well you shouldn't have come," I told her bitterly. She didn't say anything for a while when the idiot decided to speak.

"Well, I'm glad we did. I didn't know my little sister could play so good. Maybe when you come home for Thanksgiving we could play a game,"

"I'm not coming home for Thanksgiving,"

"And why not missy?"

"Mrs. Labelle, will you please leave?" Madame Pomfrey asked Mother again.

"We will talk later Irina," Mother said. "Madame Pomfrey, I'm trusting my daughter in your hands. Although she may be a handful, please take good care of her,"

"I shall do my best," Madame Pomfrey said then ushered her out of the room.

Bloody hell.

"It was just such a bloody crazy game! You practically committed suicide!" Noelle said excitedly.

I looked over at Yin and asked, "Why is she getting excited with me dying?"

"Lately she's been into movies involving teenage sex, pregnancy and suicide. She watched this Muggle TV show called Skins. You should have seen her. I thought she went bloody mental," Yin replied.

"She is bloody mental," I said and shook my head.

It's been two days since the game and I was stuck in the hospital. I was healing my...be prepared for this…my butt bone, or as Madame Pomfrey calls it the tailbone. DON'T LAUGH. It hurts like fucking hell. I didn't have the guts to tell Yin and Noelle because I knew they would die laughing so I told them my legs were paralyzed. They believed it.

I was going through a couple of Get Well cards. I was looking for something, but I didn't know what or I didn't know whom. I don't know but I felt like someone was missing…

"Stupid Wood didn't write me a get-well card!" I exclaimed shocked. "I won that game for him and he didn't visit me once or write me a get well card!"

"Wood? Oh yeah Oliver was pretty mad. He was getting all worked up because he told you to get the snitch no matter what or die trying but he didn't think you'd take it literally," Yin said.

"That stupid git! Get him in here or tell him to send me a get-well card!" I shouted.

"Chill Irina, it's just a get- well card," Noelle told me. I growled. What the hell! How dare he not write me a get-well card or even show his face!

"Why are you getting so worked up Irina?" Why didn't he come see me? "Oh yeah, we met the new girl, Marie. She seems nice," Yin said, trying to change the topic.

"Yeah she is. But she uses weird words like flippity flap and groovy," Noelle commented. "And she's got a weird laugh. I thought Yin's laugh was weird but Marie's beats hers!"

"Yeah-hey!"

I grinned at them. "You idiots," and smiled. I'm going to attack Wood and he's going to regret not visiting me!

Dear Mother,

I will not quit Quidditch. I'm serious, I really love the game and I don't mind risking my life. Actually, I think its fun to toy with my life. I think it's interesting how life can be born in such a long time but then quicker than blink of an eye it can be gone. Don't you find it interesting as well?

Tell brother that I won't be coming home for Thanksgiving and to not expect to play a game with me. I'm very busy over Thanksgiving break making up the class work and homework I missed out on when I was stuck in the hospital.

I hope you have a Happy Thanksgiving.

Irina

"WHERE IS WOOD?" I roared, the minute I walked into the common room. Three little first years looked at me wide-eyed and began to shake.

"Don't worry, she's harmless," Yin told them.

"Yin, she's trying to give off the effect of being scary, let her be," Noelle said.

"Oh my bad,"

"OLIVER FREAKING WOOD!" I screamed again.

"And when I'm done with school I'm going to try out for the Puddlemere United,"

"Oh, that's just groovy," Wood walked into the room with the Marie girl holding onto his arm. My mouth dropped open.

"Yeah its been my dream- Labelle, you're back," Wood said noticing me.

"Um. Yeah," I said. I don't know why but I suddenly felt uncomfortable. "Hey, Marie right?"

Marie nodded. "Hi, aren't you the girl I saw last time in detention with Professor McGonagall?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah. Name's Irina Labelle. So you've been sorted into Gryffindor. How cool,"

"Yeah, it really is. Gryffindors are just so nice and welcoming. I thought I wasn't going to fit in anywhere since I was late to come to school, but I've found where I belong," she said happily and looked at Wood.

What the fuck? Is this some sort of joke? Am I on one of those Muggle shows where they prank people? What was it called…PUNK'D?

"So, our next game with Ravenclaw is in three weeks and we have practice tomorrow at four thirty," Wood said to me. This was a very bad episode of PUNK'D.

I glared at him. The way he's been treating me, bloody hell I'm not going to go to practice! "Madame Pomfrey said I couldn't play for a while, it'll make my leg worse,"

"Do you have a note?" Wood asked. I just wanted to punch this git in the nose and make him bleed endlessly.

I took out the note and handed it to Wood. While he was reading the note I looked at Marie. She was looking at me, her eyes freakishly large. She smiled at me but I somehow felt it was a fake one. Who is this chick?

"Okay well it seems like we're going to have to find a substitute seeker,"

"Oh! I would love to try out!" Marie suddenly exclaimed.

WHAT THE FUCK! A really, really bad episode. Come on Ashton Ketchup, I think this is your cue.

"WHAT?" I yelled. Both of them looked at me with puzzled expressions. "Er, I mean it's okay. I can still play though,"

"But you-" Wood began when I cut him off.

"I CAN BLOODY PLAY!" I shouted and then turned around to head to my dorm.

"So, we'll see you tomorrow at four thirty Oliver," I heard Yin say.

This episode of PUNK'D is definitely over.