Yay! It's 2015! Hope everyone had good New Year parties and stuff :) And here I am, on January 1st, at 1 am, writing Fanfiction. Well, it's the life I choose, so don't judge me :P Thanks for all the support you've given already, I really appreciate the reviews I've had so far! Thank youuu!
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Chapter 12 - John
It had been a week since they had al returned to Hogwarts, and John had noticed that Clara was away at breaks and after lessons a lot more frequently than she had before. She had told him that she was practising Quidditch with Ginny, as they were both trying out for their House teams, but he found it odd how she never had any breaks.
He was okay with it, but he didn't understand why she didn't want him to come and watch, or practice with them. The Ravenclaw Quidditch team try-outs where the following day, and Clara was really intent on getting in. He wanted to support her all he could, but it was becoming increasingly hard.
But he was trying to think nothing of it, because he already knew she'd be great. He'd seen her play before, and thought that she was good enough to be on the team, so he had a lot of confidence for her.
But before all the Quidditch training began, John wanted to get a lot of his longer pieces of homework done and dusted. He was in the library, trying to complete his Charms essay for Friday, which was the day of the try-outs. He had already finished his Care of Magical Creatures assignment about Unicorns which was due in the following day. He was wondering if Clara was getting it all done, and whether she was struggling. He told her that if she needed any help, she could have it.
He was beginning to notice that many of his thoughts were revolving around Clara, and he wasn't sure if it was good or bad. He had always been attached to her because she was the closest friend he had, but he was starting to think he was going too far. He shook his head to stop his stupid thinking, and got on with his assignment.
He sighed deeply, and sat back, looking around the library. It wasn't very full, there were only a few people sitting around reading, or writing. It was a peaceful atmosphere, and John liked it.
With the aid of his textbook, John finally completed his assignment within an hour. He was quite satisfied with it, and he was hoping to get a good mark. He packed away his stuff, and stood up.
That was when he spotted River Song, standing by a bookshelf, looking at books and twirling her hair. John froze for a second, his eyes wide open, before he began to tip-toe towards the exit of the library. Finally, when he couldn't see her anymore, he hurried out without a second glance back.
He was so happy that he had avoided a potentially awkward situation with River again. He couldn't stand her, and thankfully they hadn't seen each other before then. John decided it best to keep the fast pace until he reached Ravenclaw Tower just in case she decided to leave at that moment.
When he got there, he sighed with relief and sat down in one of the squishy armchairs by the fire. He took a while to overcome the fear of River, before he was okay again. He'd noticed that the date for their first Hogsmeade trip was pinned to the House board. It was on October the fifth, which was in a few weeks time. He was looking forward to it.
Clara arrived at the Common Room about an hour after John had. He had changed from his school robes into some normal ones, and was reading his Defensive Magical Theory textbook, finding no use from it whatsoever.
He looked up as she walked in, looking exhausted, with her hair dripping wet. "Hiya," he said. "Has it been raining?" He looked out of the window to see the clear, darkening sky outside.
"No. I had a bath after our practise. Wow, though. Ginny is really amazing at Quidditch. I'm half as good as her," she said with a small frown.
"Don't worry, man. She's in Gryffindor, so at the moment that doesn't matter. If you both get in the team, then that's great," John said.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. The game's a lot harder than it looks though, isn't it?" she said with a smile.
John was a little confused. She'd never talked about Quidditch after her training before then, so why was she so keen to talk now? He was going along with it though, because it was one of their common interests that he enjoyed talking about.
"Yeah, definitely. You'll get used to it, though. I was a bit wobbly when I first started on the team, but it's okay now," he said.
"Oh, John," she said. "You always have such comforting words. Thanks. I wouldn't have the confidence to do this without you." She finally sat down beside him, and leaned her head against his shoulder.
It felt nice to have her against him. He put his arm around her, and they sat like that for a while. He noticed a few people looking at them and giggling, so he let her go quickly. He didn't want any rumours going around.
"What?" she said, looking up at him.
"Nothing. I just remembered something." He got up and ran to his dormitory. He genuinely had remembered that he still had her copy of Quidditch Through the Ages, which he had borrowed for something, but he also wanted to get away for a second. He got it out of his trunk, and then ran back down to the Common Room. When he got there, she was gone.
He noticed Anthony Goldstein looking at him, so John went over to him. "Where did she go?" he asked him.
"She went out. She looked a little pissed," he said, raising his eyebrows as if to say "I wouldn't mess with her."
"Thanks," John said, before jogging out of the Common Room. He ran down the staircase and looked around both ways down the corridor. He saw her walking the way towards the Grand Staircase, and chased after her.
"Clara! Where are you going?" he said, as he caught up with her.
"Away," was all she said.
John was puzzled. What had provoked this? He was beginning to understand her less and less. "What? Why?" he asked.
She stopped and turned around to look at him. "I'm just sick of people making stupid excuses," she said.
He then realised how obvious he had been when running away, and how it must have looked to her. He dragged his hand down his face, and then looked at her with guilt. "Look, it's not what you think. I have your book, I'd remembered that I still had it," he said, trying to set her mood back to normal.
"You don't get it do you?" she said, snatching the book off him. "I'm done with boys pissing people around."
She then walked off down the corridor again and didn't look back. John just watched her until she was out of sight and tried to figure out if what he'd done was really as bad as she made out. He hadn't moved for a couple of minutes as he thought, until a Hufflepuff Prefect from an older year came up to him.
"You're going to have to return to your Common Room now, buddy. It's nearly curfew," the Prefect said with a friendly smile.
John just looked at him, before saying "I'm not your buddy." He then turned on the spot and made his way back to the Common Room, but he didn't stop there. He went all the way up to his dormitory, and threw himself onto his bed, still not sure what he did wrong.
Damn those mood swings, or was it something else that provoked it? You'll find out soon :P
