Chapter 5
After the outbreak, Virginia sat in a compartment near the front of the train, while Draco took refuge in his previous compartment. The rest of the group stayed in their compartment, laughing about the recent event.
"I can't believe she punched him." Emma remarked laughing. "I mean I know Virginia isn't cool-headed but that was something Cat would have done."
"No, I would've hit him a lot earlier." Cat huffed.
"Yeah, you're right, but still it looked like she broke his nose." Spike spoke.
"Yes, but you have to put some of the blame on her brother. He is the one who made her extremely angry and Draco just pushed her over the edge." Pansy stated.
"Oh, Draco, that's his name." Cat said looking like she had found out a cure for world hunger.
"Didn't you know?" asked Blaise looking at Cat as if she were the village idiot.
"Well he didn't exactly introduce himself when he barged in and grabbed Gin." Cat growled.
"He was just joking around." Blaise stated.
"Joking around?" Cat screeched, standing up. "He freaked her out. Didn't you see her face?"
"She was fine, woman, stop overreacting." Blaise shouted, standing up as well.
"She wasn't fine, and what your friend did was stupid." Cat yelled.
"He wasn't stupid, you're stupid."
"Oh that's real intelligent Blaise. Can't your pea-sized brain come up with more than that?" Cat spoke. Everyone sitting down watched knowing the whole thing would explode soon.
"You want something intelligent. How about you stop bitching and sit your fat-ass down." Blaise yelled. All those sitting thought one thing, Ka-boom!
"Bastard." Cat hissed and punched him in the stomach. She took a breath and spoke, "I'm going to hang out with Virginia." She grabbed two black jackets that were lying on the back of the bench, and stormed out.
"Whore." Blaise muttered, holding his stomach, then spoke louder to the group. "I will be with Draco." Blaise then stormed out much like Cat.
"Well that was nice." Matt said as everyone just stared at him.
"Maybe we should just go sit with them." Emma whispered switching her gaze to the door. Everyone nodded and slowly left in search of their friends.
When the train was nearing Hogwarts Emma couldn't find her jacket that was similar to Cat's and Virginia's.
"You guys I think I left my jacket in the other compartment. I am going to go look, ok?" Emma asked.
"Ok."
Emma left and made her way back to the other compartment. As she entered she saw her jacket immediately. She reached to grab it as the door flew open. It was Matt.
"Oh, hello. I just left something behind." Matt said while picking up a small black book.
"Me too. A small black book? A list of all your past girls?" Emma questioned, remembering a bunch of guys at her past school having similar books.
"No, it's some of my quick sketches." Matt spoke.
"Really? I have the exact same thing." Emma grinned and pulled a small red book from her pocket. "I never part with it."
"Can we switch for a bit? I would love to see another artist's work." Matt stated excitedly.
"Sure, but don't freak out at the last drawing." Emma spoke. She hesitantly gave over her book, while Matt handed her his. Emma then quickly grabbed her coat, murmured a farewell and dashed out the door.
"Bye." Matt said to the air, confused. He flipped to the last page of the book and gasped. There, on that small page, was a drawing, in exact detail, of him.
After the outbreak, Virginia sat in a compartment near the front of the train, while Draco took refuge in his previous compartment. The rest of the group stayed in their compartment, laughing about the recent event.
"I can't believe she punched him." Emma remarked laughing. "I mean I know Virginia isn't cool-headed but that was something Cat would have done."
"No, I would've hit him a lot earlier." Cat huffed.
"Yeah, you're right, but still it looked like she broke his nose." Spike spoke.
"Yes, but you have to put some of the blame on her brother. He is the one who made her extremely angry and Draco just pushed her over the edge." Pansy stated.
"Oh, Draco, that's his name." Cat said looking like she had found out a cure for world hunger.
"Didn't you know?" asked Blaise looking at Cat as if she were the village idiot.
"Well he didn't exactly introduce himself when he barged in and grabbed Gin." Cat growled.
"He was just joking around." Blaise stated.
"Joking around?" Cat screeched, standing up. "He freaked her out. Didn't you see her face?"
"She was fine, woman, stop overreacting." Blaise shouted, standing up as well.
"She wasn't fine, and what your friend did was stupid." Cat yelled.
"He wasn't stupid, you're stupid."
"Oh that's real intelligent Blaise. Can't your pea-sized brain come up with more than that?" Cat spoke. Everyone sitting down watched knowing the whole thing would explode soon.
"You want something intelligent. How about you stop bitching and sit your fat-ass down." Blaise yelled. All those sitting thought one thing, Ka-boom!
"Bastard." Cat hissed and punched him in the stomach. She took a breath and spoke, "I'm going to hang out with Virginia." She grabbed two black jackets that were lying on the back of the bench, and stormed out.
"Whore." Blaise muttered, holding his stomach, then spoke louder to the group. "I will be with Draco." Blaise then stormed out much like Cat.
"Well that was nice." Matt said as everyone just stared at him.
"Maybe we should just go sit with them." Emma whispered switching her gaze to the door. Everyone nodded and slowly left in search of their friends.
When the train was nearing Hogwarts Emma couldn't find her jacket that was similar to Cat's and Virginia's.
"You guys I think I left my jacket in the other compartment. I am going to go look, ok?" Emma asked.
"Ok."
Emma left and made her way back to the other compartment. As she entered she saw her jacket immediately. She reached to grab it as the door flew open. It was Matt.
"Oh, hello. I just left something behind." Matt said while picking up a small black book.
"Me too. A small black book? A list of all your past girls?" Emma questioned, remembering a bunch of guys at her past school having similar books.
"No, it's some of my quick sketches." Matt spoke.
"Really? I have the exact same thing." Emma grinned and pulled a small red book from her pocket. "I never part with it."
"Can we switch for a bit? I would love to see another artist's work." Matt stated excitedly.
"Sure, but don't freak out at the last drawing." Emma spoke. She hesitantly gave over her book, while Matt handed her his. Emma then quickly grabbed her coat, murmured a farewell and dashed out the door.
"Bye." Matt said to the air, confused. He flipped to the last page of the book and gasped. There, on that small page, was a drawing, in exact detail, of him.