Secrets and Dirty Deeds
By the Barefoot Pianist
Chapter 19
It was nearing Christmas when the next social event was to be held – Hogsmeade. It was the weekend before some of the students would leave Hogwarts for the holiday season, and most had a mind to do their Christmas shopping now. This year though, Carmen would not be spending her holidays with her parents, and so to get rid of the self-neglected, nobody-likes-me-everybody-hates-me-I-think-I'll-go-and-eat-worms feeling, she treated herself to a little butterbeer.
After spending some time in Zonko's, the Slytherin Sixth years congregated at the Three Broomsticks. Ordering a round of butterbeers in the back of the pub, Carmen got her satchel of coins out (which was filled with only bronze Knuts) and started counting out each coin, very slowly. After ten minutes of counting the exact number of coins needed, she handed the pile over to a very annoyed and slightly peeved Madam Rosmerta. Carrying a pint each, they all made their way around the edge of the pub to sit down at a big table by the bay windows. But when they arrived, Carmen suddenly screamed out at Goyle who went to sit down.
"Wait! You're going to sit on my imaginary friend!"
"Imaginary friend?" Malfoy questioned, his eyebrow raised.
"Yes, and her name is Elsa."
So all through the conversation, there was a wide gap between Crabbe and Goyle, where her 'imaginary' friend sat. Sometimes, she would periodically yell out, "Don't, you're squishing Elsa!" or "Stop, you just whacked her in the nose!" causing much havoc among the simple minds of Goyle and Crabbe.
But during the conversation, Carmen also realised that a face was missing. "Where's Pansy?" she asked.
"She didn't want to come," answered Millicent. "I guess she'll be doing her Christmas shopping at Diagon Alley, since she's going home." Next to her, Malfoy looked relieved.
"She's so lucky. You know her parents are filthy rich," Daphne started gossiping.
"I heard that she gets one side of the mansion, all to herself," Jade added.
"That's not what I heard," Blaise started saying. "I heard that she gets the whole mansion to herself."
Carmen snorted, "Well, I don't give a damn if someone's bloody rich. I wouldn't give a flying fuck if Pansy lived in a two room shack with baby Jesus and ran around in clogs, doing the cleaning with a fucking face cloth!" (A/N: very sorry if some of you are religious - I don't mean to offend!)
"Right, well, now that we sorted that out," Malfoy said quickly, who was sitting next to Blaise, rather closely in Carmen's opinion. He changed the subject.
About halfway through the conversation, Jade was saying, "I never understood the difference between a…" Tap tap. Everyone looked at Carmen, whom the noise came from, but she was simply resting her head on her hand.
"What?" she asked.
"Anyway, as I was saying," Jade picked up the conversation again, but she was interrupted again. Tap tap. Everyone swivelled around to where Carmen was sitting but Carmen was looking curiously behind her.
"I wonder where that tapping is coming from…" she said absently.
"Anyway," Jade stressed the word, "I was saying that I don't know the di…" tap tap. She glared at Carmen.
"Mmm?" Carmen questioned. She casually tapped on her right eye, and got some very bewildered looks from the people around her.
"What the…" Blaise said, screwing his face. Carmen couldn't hold back her laugh any longer. She let out a snort and then turned away from the table, which was proceeded with a very wet, sucking sound. She then turned back to the group and dropped a glass eye, identical in colour to hers, on the table. The glass eye bounced a little then rolled around towards Malfoy who cowered away in disgust.
"Magical glass eyes, three Sickles at Zonko's," she said. Everyone gave a little sigh and a few even dared to let escape a nervous laugh, realising that the glass eye was not in fact a real eye. Millicent picked it up with a napkin to examine it, despite disgust.
Daphne then gave a squeal and leapt to her feet. "I'm going to be late," she said.
"Late for what?" Blaise asked.
Jade interrupted, "She's got a date with Pucey." Daphne flushed and then fled from the scene.
"Alright!" Carmen roared, when she finished her third pint of butterbeer. She then got up, went and got another pint and climbed up onto the stool. She then took a gulp and raised her pint to the ceiling. Everyone in the pub stopped, looked up and fell silent. Carmen then proceeded to sing at the top of her (not very musical) voice, "Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall…"
A/N: R&R!
Sooooooooo….. watcha think? Yeeeees, I waaaaaas a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle bit tipsy when I wrote this chin… chat… cheese… chop… chap… chapter - dat's it! Come to tink of it, mate, I tink I'm still a liddle tipsy (hic).
Anyway, (butts Drunk Mia with the hip) let's just put my fourth personality to the side and talk more realistically. Anyone have any ideas for funny situations? I mean, I've got heaps, but I'm always welcoming more! Plus I'll dedicate the chapter to you! Yeah… But apart from that, there'll be more stuff coming up soon.
Oh, and I wanted to remind a friend of mine, Sar, that first of all, Malfoy is gay. Yes, it's unfortunate, but true. So Malfoy would not make Carmen go first just to see her butt... And yes, there are too many hot (but gay) guys in this cruel, cruel world (sniff).
And to my latest reviewer, staceygurl87 - thank you SO much! No review is ever too long and constructive critisism is always welcomed! So thanks again!
Also thanks to Jo for reviewing - very glad you enjoyed it! (bows)
And for everyone else... R&R!!! But apart from that, just wanted to say that I'll be taking up staceygurl87's advice. And for chessing people, I think this chapter might be of interest to you. :) And don't worry, there's romance coming up - I'm making up for the lack of it in the first nineteen chapters or so...
Yes, I do french at school... and my crazy family also includes a very crazy uncle of mine, who's an aristocrat count, just to add spice to the numerous world wars my family has already re-enacted. I swear that God gets his kicks through torchering me.