Chapter Five: The next chapter
I'm still so sad about HBP…I TRUSTED SNAPE! THAT ASSHOLE!
Yay! The fourth movie is now the eighth biggest movie of all time! And I saw it! And it sucked! But in the most beautiful way possible! Because it's Harry Potter related!
Disclaimer: Hey, I just felt like doing another one. It's like eating chocolate, y'know? Except for the fact that I don't have anything to say.
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"Piss off," Dean said laughing, as Harry, Neville, and Ron told him their theories about Mary Sue. The four boys, as well as Seamus, were lounging on their beds in the dorm, none of them tired enough to go to sleep.
"It's really true," Neville said, his round face seriously honest, and his eyes bulging slightly. "She's like…like a demon or something!"
Seamus made a low, semi-sexy growling noise in the back of his throat, and he and Dean nearly pissed themselves laughing. Harry and Ron looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
"Guys!" Neville said shrilly. "I'm serious! She was, like, talking to animals and stuff! She's been acting really creepy, and she's just…too nice. Like that girl from Japanese Horrorthon 3."
"I can deal with nice," Seamus said, "as long as she's hot."
"But she's smarter than Hermione!" Ron said. "Isn't that wrong?"
"I see your point," Dean said, sobering up. "That's just weird." He shuddered. "We all know how you dig smarts," Seamus said, snickering. Ron's ears turned magenta and he threw a pillow in Seamus's general direction. The Irish boy casually flicked out his wand and turned it into a banana, which he ate.
Dean picked up a large, moldy textbook from his dresser. "Well, I don't know about you, but I have to read this for Snape tomorrow," he said. "I'll think about what you said, Harry." Seamus stuck his tongue out his friend.
Minus Dean, the conversation turned to Quiddich. Harry and Ron, forgetting Mary Sue entirely, in the way men are prone to do when faced with sports, got into a heated argument about the Valkire Falcons and the Chudly Canons. Seamus, not really liking either, decided to go to the main dorm room in front of the fire and roast marshmallows. He left quite unnoticed.
He sat in a squishy armchair, and magicking himself a couple of the treats from midair, he proceeded to gleefully roast them on a fire poker. He had the almost-dark common room completely to himself, the only noise being the crackling of the fire. It was really cozy. Seamus snuggled down in his pajamas and proceeded to stuff his face with white goop.
A few minutes later, a slight cough caused him to turn around in his chair, almost dropping the hot poker. Staring him right in the face was Mary Sue.
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"Wait a minute, where's Seamus?" Neville asked a couple minutes later. Dean and Ron, conversing together about their essays, looked up and shrugged. Harry continued to read an issue of Playboy that he had found in Professor Sprout's office.
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"He..he..hey!" Seamus stammered, gazing into Mary Sue's deep purple eyes. Funny, he thought, I swore her eyes were another color at the beginning of the story… Don't worry, another voice in his head said. It's just a plothole.
"Hi, Shawn…Sam…Seamus! How are you? Mind if I sit down?"
"D'you want a marshmallow?" he asked, waving the pointy metal rod at her.
"Ugh, calories," she said, wrinkling her nose. "I just wanted to…have a little quality time together."
Seamus sputtered on his mouthful of marshmallow.
"Being new to the school and all has been pretty difficult, you know? I just want to make some new…friends. And you seem really nice. You're friendly, you have an atrocious Irish accent, and you're kind of cute…this could get pretty far, if you catch my drift…"
"Hey," Seamus said, turning pink. "You're not as bad as Harry, Ron and Neville say! You're pretty cool for a weird freak person with supernatural powers!" Seamus guffawed. "Of course, I never believed those guys, anyways…"
Mary Sue's innocent violet eyes narrowed. "What were they saying?"
"Oh, just the usual B.S…they made it seem like you could, like, I dunno, suck out my soul or something!"
Mary Sue smiled cheerfully. "Now that's just silly." She cupped Seamus's chin in her hand in a quick, swift movement. Shocked, Seamus stared into her eyes. This is sudden, he thought.
But, a new voice appeared in his head. Not really, it said. You knew it was going to happen all along. Mary Sue is obviously attracted to you by your great Irish manliness.
Why would she be? Seamus thought. She's never even really talked to me before. This is strange.
Don't worry about it, the new voice replied. Don't think about anything at all…
Pulling him up, Mary Sue gazed into his eyes for another second, and then slowly kissed him. Seamus felt the heat of her body pressing against his and the wetness of her mouth, and his brain turned into fuzz. He saw a large flash of colors that he had never glimpsed, and then darkness covered everything, and he thought no more.
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The rest of the boys were lounging around on Harry's four-poster, peering interestedly at the magazine he had nicked from Professor Sprout. "Hm," Neville said to himself. "So that's how lesbians do it."
"Hey, where is Seamus?" Ron asked. "When was the last time we saw him?"
Dean looked up, worried. "I hope he hasn't done something rash," he commented, glancing at Seamus's bed. There was someone on it.
"Gah!" Jumping up, the boys rushed over and ripped at the bed's curtains. Seamus was lying there, fast asleep. "That's weird. When did he get here?" Harry asked. Neville shrugged. He reached out a pudgy hand and shook the prone boy's shoulder. Seamus gave a loud snore, and rolled over. "He doesn't look any different to me," Dean muttered. "I wonder why we didn't see him." Harry yawned, and closed the magazine. "I bet he just had to use the loo." Taking a cue from Seamus, the boys finally crawled into their separate beds and fell asleep.
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"What's wrong with Seamus?" Pavarti asked at breakfast, as he drooled into the marmalade dish for the third time. Lavender leaned over and poked the back of his head. "Seamus…wake up…we have class soon…" Seamus ignored her, staring blankly at the platter of bacon. Nobody else seemed to notice.
"Hi guys," Hermione said yawning, as she rambled into the great hall. "I'm so tired this morning. I forgot to brush my hair!"
"We noticed," Ron grumbled. Hermione huffed, and tried to sit down next to Harry. However, she didn't seem to notice that that particular spot on the bench was taken up by Seamus. "Oy!" she cried, surprised. "Sorry, I guess I didn't see you there. That was rather stupid of me."
Seamus continued to stare at the butter dish. "Seamus?" Hermione said quizzically. "What's wrong? Did he sleep last night?"
"Yeah," Dean said, looking worried about his best friend. "I've got no idea what happened."
Mary Sue came in, and sat down opposite of Harry. "What's going on?" she asked. Everyone ignored her.
"Seamus," Hermione said sharply, slapping his cheek. Startled, he finally looked up. His eyes looked suspiciously blank. "O, sryz, i wuz just zoning ot, lol." Hermione blinked. "What?"
"Nvrmind. Its kool." Seamus picked up a sausage and started to eat it. Dean shot a dark look at Harry and Ron, but went back to his corn flakes. "Well, as long as you're feeling okay…" But Seamus had gone back to staring blankly at the marmalade.
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"That was really, really weird," Hermione said concernedly to Harry and Ron as they strode towards Transfiguration. "I could understand what he was saying, but it seemed to have… a…"
"Strange ring to it?" Harry filled in. "Yeah, I heard that too. Has he been cursed?"
"I dunno, man," said Ron. "I'm going to tell Professor McGonagall about that. That was really creepy."
"I've never seen anything like it," Hermione continued. "Nothing like this was ever mentioned in any of the books I have read. It was strange how he just seemed to melt into the background, and wasn't noticed…"
"Yeah, he seemed like an underdeveloped character from a badly written story who just sits around blankly, like a lead weight, hindering the motion of the plot," Harry mused. "I bet if what he said was written down on paper, it would be misspelled."
"You know," Hermione said, stopping suddenly in the middle of the hall, "It does actually remind me of something. When Dementors suck…" But she never got to finish her sentence, because Mary Sue popped around the corner, talking to a hassled-looking Ginny.
"Yeah, I thought that Professor Flitwick seemed a bit inexperienced with the stuff he was teaching today, maybe I'll go and show him my Hronoldolus Charm, I'm sure he would be very interested… oh, hi, Harry!"
Rolling her eyes at him, Ginny snuck away to class. "How are you? Hey guys!" Mary Sue squealed. "I'm so exited about our next class! I can't wait to learn more!"
Hermione made a low growling noise in the back of her throat, but Mary Sue didn't notice. Sensing a hurricane, Ron quickly said, "Wasn't that thing about Seamus weird? I wonder if he got enough sleep."
Mary Sue looked a bit shifty. "Oh really? I didn't notice. That's odd. Which one is Seamus again?"
"Whatever," Harry said, and walked into class, sitting as far away from the strange girl as he could.
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"Did you learn anything from McGonagall?" Harry asked Ron as they lay on the shore of the lake.
"She said that she would look into it, maybe send Seamus to the hospital wing," Ron replied, laying on his stomach and tickling a tentacle of the giant squid.
"I bet he was bitten by a Vernacious Gnat," Luna said seriously, looking up from her essay on Venus as she sat next to Neville. "They usually cause a loss of speech, dazedness, and disorientation…" Hermione and Ginny gave each other matching looks. "I, for one," said Ginny, "Think that it's the fault of that new girl. I don't think that it's coincidence that a strange girl with weird powers comes to our school, and all of a sudden, weird things start to happen."
"What do you think she did?" Ron asked. "Suck out his soul?"
Hermione sat up with a start. "That's what I was going to say," she replied slowly. "Seamus seems to be acting like a person who has been given a Dementor's Kiss… except he can still speak, and respond to the outside world…"
"Bullshit," Ron retorted. "I don't see any Dementors around here, do you?"
Hermione shot him a harassed look. "You're just being contrary because…" Sensing an argument, Harry asked quickly, "Where is Seamus, anyways?" Everyone looked around, and after a second, Luna pointed out vaguely, "Over there."
He was sitting under a beech tree, unmoving. "Oy, Seamus!" Ron hollered. "Come over here with us!" He didn't seem to notice however, and remained as still as a statue. Neville shrugged. "I wouldn't make too much of it," he said. "I bet that it's just guy PMS or something."
After giving Seamus one last look, Harry turned back to his homework. "I doubt that it's as simple as that…"
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"I can't believe that they're giving us so much work after just a few days," Ron groaned as he pulled out a raggedy quill to start his work with. "Stop whining," said Hermione, looking a bit more cheerful now that the heavy homework had started pouring in. "If we didn't get these essays, we'd never be prepared for NEWTs!"
"NEWTs are a long time away! How can you be worried about that now?" Harry cast a doleful look at the swirling grey sky outside their tower.
"It's never too early to get a head start," Hermione said happily, as she thumbed through their new Charms textbook. Ron stuck his tongue out at her behind her head. He looked at Harry and sighed, but both knew that their chances for escape were slim.
"Come on," Hermione said bossily. "You've hardly even started practicing your Transfiguration yet! Look, your dog can barely wag its tail!" And she was right. The soap dish Harry was supposed to be Transfiguring into a Dalmatian still smelled of lavender and was made of stiff plastic. "Muttmorpheous!" Harry said again, but nothing different happened. "Oh, this is so dull," Ron groaned. "Please kill me now."
"That could be arranged," said Ginny, coming up from behind them. "You boys should know that Quiddich practice will start soon, right? We'll have to hold tryouts… so far, we need a couple of people to fill in for Katie and Alicia."
"Oh, right," said Harry, not believing that he had forgotten about Quiddich. "I guess I'm still captain, right? Well, I'll make a notice about it."
"Oh no, we already have all the players, remember? I'll fill Alicia's spot, and Seamus can take Katie's." This last bit came from Mary Sue, who had quietly followed Ginny out of the corner. "I'm really exited! Can we have practice next week?"
"Oh…yeah. Sure." Harry replied uneasily, sharing an ominous look with Ron and Hermione. "I guess…I'll go write a notice about it, like I said I would…"
"No need," said Mary Sue gaily, snapping her fingers. Immediately, a pink notice appeared on the message board, with shimmering silver letters. "I'll go tell Seamus about it. Well, Harry, I can't wait for our practice session!"
"Me neither," Harry said glumly.
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The fog had cleared up some, and the sun had a watery shine, as if it had just stopped crying. Ginny, Dean, Harry, and Ron were walking down to the Quiddich pitch, shouldering their brooms. Ron was still rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Mary Sue and Seamus were already there, and so was the new third-year beater, the youngest member of the team. Mary Sue was talking to him animatedly, while he looked bewildered by his luck. Seamus was just standing quietly.
"Hey guys!" she cried cheerfully when she saw them, pulling out her new broom. "How about we practice laps around the ring quickly, while dodging bludgers?"
"Sounds good to me," the third year said agreeably, and Seamus nodded mutely. "Oh, well, okay," Dean said, shooting a glance at Harry, who looked upset. Here he was, the team captain on the first day of practice, and Mary Sue had taken over his role. Of course, he really didn't have a plan for their session, but it was the thought that counted. "Drop it Harry," Ron muttered, reading his friend's face. "I guess it's as good an idea as any… and we probably don't want to make the new girl mad. Who knows what she'll do."
Harry nodded, and said out loud, "Well, sure, if you want. Everybody, on your brooms, then."
They flew into the air like pros, the third year stumbling over a small rock during kickoff. Mary Sue was last to leave; a dramatic gust of wind blew her hair into her eyes as she gazed into the sun, and seemingly picked her off the ground.
At opposite ends of the field, Ginny and Harry rolled their eyes. "Showoff," they whispered.
Somebody had let out the bludgers, which the third year was hitting animatedly, and Seamus was following rhythmically. Everyone else was racing around the field, trying to get the highest amount of laps before an enchanted hourglass Mary Sue had conjured ran out of sand. Harry put a burst of speed into his flight, and bypassed Ron. He noticed in the nick of time that a large, enchanted iron ball was zooming towards his head, and was about to dodge it, when out of nowhere Seamus appeared and hit it away. "Hey, thanks," Harry called out to him, but the sandy-haired boy ignored him.
"He really got better over summer break, didn't he?" Ron commented, catching up to his friend.
"I guess practice makes perfect," Harry said, speeding up and pulling ahead.
"Oh, shit Harry, look behind..." Ron started, but Harry laughed, saying "Don't try to use tricks like those on me, Ron, I'm a…"
But Ron never learned what he was because at that moment, the bludger returned and struck him in the back of the head, knocking him off the broom.
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