Chapter 6:
"Oh fuck me!" Pike screeched in a frenzied panic. He paced back and
forth as he tried to figure out what he'd done with his wand. Before he
left nearly a year before, he'd hidden it. Now it seemed, the wand was
lost. "Where the hell is it?!" he groaned.
Draco came bursting into the room, wondering what the commotion was
all about. He saw Aidan and Pike searching for something. "Don't worry!
We'll find it! It couldn't have grown legs and walked away." Aidan said
calmly.
"What in the hell are you looking for Pike?" Draco asked.
"My wand! My fucking god damn wand! It's not here!" Pike said
worriedly. "My father is going to absolutely kill me!" he shrieked.
Lee walked in looking very cocky, and held out a small, yet long box,
"You looking for this Pike?" he said with a smirk.
Pike ripped off the lid and inside the small box was his wand, "Where
did you..." Pike began but cut himself off, "Nevermind, but thaaaaannnnk
you!" Pike said, completely relieved. He sat down on a bed, not caring
who's it was, and gave out a great sigh. He turned his head as he heard
someone shout, and then he heard the distinct sound of fists hitting flesh.
He rushed out of the room ,leaving the others to stare at each other
in confusion. They hadn't heard a thing. He reached the doors to the
girls dormitories, and quickly burst through them, hoping that nobody
important would be there to bust him. He saw Estelle pinning Blaise to the
floor, fists ramming into Blaise from every direction. "Estelle no!" he
screamed, and quickly jumped into the fray.
He pried Estelle away from Blaise, and she tried to wrench herself
free of his grasp. "Let me go!" she screamed in her fury.
"No. Estelle listen to me, she may be a bitch sometimes but you don't
need to go off and try to kill her!" Pike tried to reason.
Estelle stared coldly at Blaise, go ahead and keep playing mind games
with him Blaise, just go ahead. You will get yours in the end, I promise
you that." She growled.
"What are you talking about Estelle?" Pike asked, his heart beginning
to sink, "Blaise? What is she talking about."
"Nothing, she's babbling as usual." Blaise sneered, wiping the blood
from her lip, "She seems to think that I'm playing games with you." she
walked over to Pike and stroked his hair. "But how could I do that to you?
You know I couldn't." she cooed to him.
Estelle tried to jump at Blaise again, but failed as she was held in
Pike's iron tight grip. "You sorry ass whore!" Estelle screamed. Finally
she pulled free of Pike's grip and left the room in a rage, leaving Pike
trying to convince himself that Blaise really loved him.
Pike turned toward Blaise and lovingly stroked her hair, "Come on, we
need to get you cleaned up." he said, and he lead her to the bathrooms.
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Walking through the halls, Pike became very depressed. As much as he wished Blaise loved him, he knew she did not. He came to a staircase, where Estelle was crouched, and weeping. "What's wrong?" he asked as he placed his hand on her shoulder. "Do you hate me?" she asked, looking him in the eyes. "Absolutely not! Wherever did you get that mad idea?" he said, concern etched on his face. "She doesn't love you, she really doesn't." she said, trying to be as nice about it as humanly possible. Pike sighed, "I know." he shook his head, "But she got what she wanted, and now she's happy with herself." he said, trying not to break down into tears. "She doesn't go to just anyone for sex you know. She must like it." Estelle said, lightening the mood. At that, Pike laughed, "She's such a bimbo, why do I love her?" "You must be mad!" Estelle said, her eyes getting huge and wide as she laughed. "I must be." Pike agreed, trying to hide his pain. He smirked and shook his head, "You know, Lee is due to appear any second now." he said, shaking his head. Estelle laughed loudly, "Actually, he's out hunting Potter and Company down like rabid dogs." she grinned. Pike burst into laughter, "Oh dear Lord!" he replied, half giggling, "At least he could wait for me to tag along!" he continued. Estelle shook her head, "It's not like him to run off like that by himself." she said. "Oh he does when he gets in his moods, or when he needs a smoke." Pike said, his grin flashing a pearly white. They both tuned their heads to see a very distressed Hermione rushing towards them, giving Estelle a very disturbed glance. "Have you seen Ron? I've been looking for him everywhere!" she said rather worriedly as she stared into Pike's eyes. "Actually no, for once one of Hogwart's little celebrities has not shown himself." Pike replied with a sneer. "You know... you could be a little kinder to people Pike, it's really not that bad!" Hermione said, trying to be patient. "Kindness is a word that does NOT exist in my vocabulary, especially to YOU." Pike smirked, "And you know, my attitude is really rather none of your business, so beat it." he finished, simply yet coldly. Hermione's bottom lip began to tremble, and she rushed away before the tears pouring down her cheeks could be noticed. "Nice one," Estelle said, "you can be a real charmer at times." she grinned sarcastically. Pike stood up and took a bow, "Why thank you!" and he moved to take his seat again, but before he could, Estelle playfully pushed him. He began to fall down the steps, and down he went with a shriek. Estelle glanced down worriedly, she thought he had a better footing at the time. Pike reached his hand out and closed his eyes, and miraculously, he stayed in midair, frozen in place above the staircase. "Some help here?!" he said, "I need you to steady me as I lower myself." He said as He glanced at Estelle, Who stood her with her jaw nearly coming off it's hinge. She had never seen another in her life who was telekinetic. Pike thought the look on her face was quite priceless, and he let out a small snicker. She looked dead ahead at him, using all of her strength to steady him, and he used his strength to lower himself. She stared at him quizzically, "Your..." she could not find the words to continue. "Now you didn't think you were the only freak in Hogwart's now did you?" he said, his grin flashing pearly white again. "Apparently not!" she said, still somewhat in shock, "How old were you when you noticed it?" she couldn't help but ask. "I don't know when I recognized that it was me and not just coincidence, but a long time ago." Pike said, sighing, "I think it was when my father and I got into a really big fight when I was nine. I was so angry, and I just stared at this antique vase, and stared, and stared, and then he started screaming and I screamed back and it exploded. The room we were in, it was so quiet, neither of us could find our words. I think he actually was scared for a moment, maybe even proud." Pike continued as he tried to choke back his emotions. "He brought be to a Council of Wizardry in London, and they had me try a few things. They were very surprised, telekinesis is VERY uncommon in my family." he said, finally finishing, "They were incredibly kind to me there." "You weren't used to kindness?" Estelle asked. "The Snape family doesn't exactly have niceness running through our veins." Pike said, "It was nice to be accepted, something that up until recently, Lee had shown me. And I think you have, but I'm not going to press my luck with you." Pike said, grinning like an idiot. Estelle's smile widened at those words, and she realized that she had truly found another friend. "Let's go find Lee," Estelle said, "we cant let him have all the fun now can we?" "Absolutely not. It just wouldn't feel right!" Pike replied, his tone indicating him reckless and unpredictable. They both lifted themselves from their seats, the tears in Estelle's eyes were gone now, replaced by only a bright smile that had only been seen rarely. Shuffling their feet, and trying to ignore the dull numbness in their backsides from sitting on the cold stone for so long, they manages to pace themselves. "I almost forgot, the stitches come out today. Mind escorting me to Madame Pomfrey? She'll be furious if I come unattended." Pike asked. "Sure, why not?" Estelle replied casually. With that, they were off to the Infirmary, where Madame Pomfrey had already been waiting with small tools and her always warm smile. "Ready to have them taken out dear?" she asked, her face taught with worry, "Are you sure you've been feeling alright?" Pike blushed furiously in Estelle's presence, and she began to giggle madly at the word "dear". "Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. No need to worry." he replied hastily. Madame Pomfrey suddenly looked furious as he took his shirt off. She glared at the marks from Blaise's nails that had seared their way down Pikes back. Madame Pomfrey looked ghost white as she noticed where a few of the stitches were broke. Pike already knew from her silence that he had noticed, and a rather large grin spread across his face, "I told you they were too tight. They wouldn't have snapped if they were just a tad looser." he said, desperately trying not to break out in a full fit of laughter. Madame Pomfrey snorted in disgust and anger as she worked to try and clean the wounds. "I will not put more stitches in, but I want these to still be bandaged. I MEAN IT PIKE." she boomed, "No funny stuff for at least a week." she finished. Pike gave a rather wicked grin, "As you wish Madame." Pike though about classes, yes, he would have to attend his lessons, or he would have to get himself hurt again. He did not like in the least either option. "AND NO CLASSES UNTIL THAT'S ALL HEALED UP!" Madame Pomfrey wailed, "The last thing you need is to stretch those wounds open with all those heavy books." Pikes grin widened, he couldn't have hoped for better luck. Estelle was shocked at what she had just heard. Madame Pomfrey acted more like Pike's mother than the school nurse. "Oh my dear, where on earth did you get that nasty scratch?" Madame Pomfrey said taking Estelle's arm in a vice grip and staring worriedly at the tiny nick above Estelle's eyebrow. Pike nearly bowled over laughing at Estelle's scowl, now she knew that he was just as annoyed most of the time, at least when he wasn't getting excused from class. "It's nothing! Really!" Estelle moaned, "I... I mu... I must have scratched it on a comb or something." Estelle tried to think of something quick. Madame Pomfrey wasn't having any of it, she made Estelle sit down on one of the stools while Madame Pomfrey trickled some purple liquid on the almost already completely healed scratch. She had always been one to be over-concerned about her patients, but in recent years, the obsession had developed more. But Pike was relieved see that at least someone else saw that Madame Pomfrey, although he loved her like a mother, that she was too over protective. At least Estelle knew now that it wasn't him always whining for attention, but that Madame Pomfrey treated the smallest of wounds as if it were a cancer. He was not weak, and all that mattered at the time, was that Estelle knew that.
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Walking through the halls, Pike became very depressed. As much as he wished Blaise loved him, he knew she did not. He came to a staircase, where Estelle was crouched, and weeping. "What's wrong?" he asked as he placed his hand on her shoulder. "Do you hate me?" she asked, looking him in the eyes. "Absolutely not! Wherever did you get that mad idea?" he said, concern etched on his face. "She doesn't love you, she really doesn't." she said, trying to be as nice about it as humanly possible. Pike sighed, "I know." he shook his head, "But she got what she wanted, and now she's happy with herself." he said, trying not to break down into tears. "She doesn't go to just anyone for sex you know. She must like it." Estelle said, lightening the mood. At that, Pike laughed, "She's such a bimbo, why do I love her?" "You must be mad!" Estelle said, her eyes getting huge and wide as she laughed. "I must be." Pike agreed, trying to hide his pain. He smirked and shook his head, "You know, Lee is due to appear any second now." he said, shaking his head. Estelle laughed loudly, "Actually, he's out hunting Potter and Company down like rabid dogs." she grinned. Pike burst into laughter, "Oh dear Lord!" he replied, half giggling, "At least he could wait for me to tag along!" he continued. Estelle shook her head, "It's not like him to run off like that by himself." she said. "Oh he does when he gets in his moods, or when he needs a smoke." Pike said, his grin flashing a pearly white. They both tuned their heads to see a very distressed Hermione rushing towards them, giving Estelle a very disturbed glance. "Have you seen Ron? I've been looking for him everywhere!" she said rather worriedly as she stared into Pike's eyes. "Actually no, for once one of Hogwart's little celebrities has not shown himself." Pike replied with a sneer. "You know... you could be a little kinder to people Pike, it's really not that bad!" Hermione said, trying to be patient. "Kindness is a word that does NOT exist in my vocabulary, especially to YOU." Pike smirked, "And you know, my attitude is really rather none of your business, so beat it." he finished, simply yet coldly. Hermione's bottom lip began to tremble, and she rushed away before the tears pouring down her cheeks could be noticed. "Nice one," Estelle said, "you can be a real charmer at times." she grinned sarcastically. Pike stood up and took a bow, "Why thank you!" and he moved to take his seat again, but before he could, Estelle playfully pushed him. He began to fall down the steps, and down he went with a shriek. Estelle glanced down worriedly, she thought he had a better footing at the time. Pike reached his hand out and closed his eyes, and miraculously, he stayed in midair, frozen in place above the staircase. "Some help here?!" he said, "I need you to steady me as I lower myself." He said as He glanced at Estelle, Who stood her with her jaw nearly coming off it's hinge. She had never seen another in her life who was telekinetic. Pike thought the look on her face was quite priceless, and he let out a small snicker. She looked dead ahead at him, using all of her strength to steady him, and he used his strength to lower himself. She stared at him quizzically, "Your..." she could not find the words to continue. "Now you didn't think you were the only freak in Hogwart's now did you?" he said, his grin flashing pearly white again. "Apparently not!" she said, still somewhat in shock, "How old were you when you noticed it?" she couldn't help but ask. "I don't know when I recognized that it was me and not just coincidence, but a long time ago." Pike said, sighing, "I think it was when my father and I got into a really big fight when I was nine. I was so angry, and I just stared at this antique vase, and stared, and stared, and then he started screaming and I screamed back and it exploded. The room we were in, it was so quiet, neither of us could find our words. I think he actually was scared for a moment, maybe even proud." Pike continued as he tried to choke back his emotions. "He brought be to a Council of Wizardry in London, and they had me try a few things. They were very surprised, telekinesis is VERY uncommon in my family." he said, finally finishing, "They were incredibly kind to me there." "You weren't used to kindness?" Estelle asked. "The Snape family doesn't exactly have niceness running through our veins." Pike said, "It was nice to be accepted, something that up until recently, Lee had shown me. And I think you have, but I'm not going to press my luck with you." Pike said, grinning like an idiot. Estelle's smile widened at those words, and she realized that she had truly found another friend. "Let's go find Lee," Estelle said, "we cant let him have all the fun now can we?" "Absolutely not. It just wouldn't feel right!" Pike replied, his tone indicating him reckless and unpredictable. They both lifted themselves from their seats, the tears in Estelle's eyes were gone now, replaced by only a bright smile that had only been seen rarely. Shuffling their feet, and trying to ignore the dull numbness in their backsides from sitting on the cold stone for so long, they manages to pace themselves. "I almost forgot, the stitches come out today. Mind escorting me to Madame Pomfrey? She'll be furious if I come unattended." Pike asked. "Sure, why not?" Estelle replied casually. With that, they were off to the Infirmary, where Madame Pomfrey had already been waiting with small tools and her always warm smile. "Ready to have them taken out dear?" she asked, her face taught with worry, "Are you sure you've been feeling alright?" Pike blushed furiously in Estelle's presence, and she began to giggle madly at the word "dear". "Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. No need to worry." he replied hastily. Madame Pomfrey suddenly looked furious as he took his shirt off. She glared at the marks from Blaise's nails that had seared their way down Pikes back. Madame Pomfrey looked ghost white as she noticed where a few of the stitches were broke. Pike already knew from her silence that he had noticed, and a rather large grin spread across his face, "I told you they were too tight. They wouldn't have snapped if they were just a tad looser." he said, desperately trying not to break out in a full fit of laughter. Madame Pomfrey snorted in disgust and anger as she worked to try and clean the wounds. "I will not put more stitches in, but I want these to still be bandaged. I MEAN IT PIKE." she boomed, "No funny stuff for at least a week." she finished. Pike gave a rather wicked grin, "As you wish Madame." Pike though about classes, yes, he would have to attend his lessons, or he would have to get himself hurt again. He did not like in the least either option. "AND NO CLASSES UNTIL THAT'S ALL HEALED UP!" Madame Pomfrey wailed, "The last thing you need is to stretch those wounds open with all those heavy books." Pikes grin widened, he couldn't have hoped for better luck. Estelle was shocked at what she had just heard. Madame Pomfrey acted more like Pike's mother than the school nurse. "Oh my dear, where on earth did you get that nasty scratch?" Madame Pomfrey said taking Estelle's arm in a vice grip and staring worriedly at the tiny nick above Estelle's eyebrow. Pike nearly bowled over laughing at Estelle's scowl, now she knew that he was just as annoyed most of the time, at least when he wasn't getting excused from class. "It's nothing! Really!" Estelle moaned, "I... I mu... I must have scratched it on a comb or something." Estelle tried to think of something quick. Madame Pomfrey wasn't having any of it, she made Estelle sit down on one of the stools while Madame Pomfrey trickled some purple liquid on the almost already completely healed scratch. She had always been one to be over-concerned about her patients, but in recent years, the obsession had developed more. But Pike was relieved see that at least someone else saw that Madame Pomfrey, although he loved her like a mother, that she was too over protective. At least Estelle knew now that it wasn't him always whining for attention, but that Madame Pomfrey treated the smallest of wounds as if it were a cancer. He was not weak, and all that mattered at the time, was that Estelle knew that.
