HL: Don't worry about it! They'll eventually get back together, but this story needs more complications :)
cheesisawesome: Er... I thought I made this PG-13... sorry about that!
Chapter Twenty-Three
Oliver sat down at the Staff Table in the morning, staring blankly at Christina who was sitting at the Gryffindor Table, trying to make conversation with Skyler, Jacob and Ginny. Oliver pushed his plate away from him, leaned back on his chair and heaved a deep sigh. Marcus came up and sat down next to him.
"You all right there, Wood?"
"No. I think she's back with Zambini."
"You're shitting me."
"Watch the language, Flint," Snape said sternly. Marcus mimicked him with an annoyed look on his face.
"What happened?" he asked.
"I will give you five words. Ariel. Christina. Polyjuice. Galleons. Zambini."
"That sucks. That's not fair."
"You sound like some ten-year-old who didn't get dessert, Flint. Look, Jake and Gin aren't even talking to her." Marcus looked at his friend in concern, but dropped the topic. Oliver stood up and walked to the Gryffindor Table, ignoring Christina completely. He whispered something in Skyler's ear and he followed him out of the Great Hall.
"What's up?" Skyler asked and leaned against the wall.
"You mind telling me what's up with Chris?"
"Not at all. She just had a fling with Zambini. She's not back together with him... yet."
"Yet. So, does that give me time to..."
"Win her back?" Skyler nodded his head. "For sure." He then smirked at Oliver. "I can read minds." Oliver gaped at him.
"I... I thought that was-"
"Legend? Myth? Stories to put you to bed? Nah, it's one hundred percent true. You see Malfoy over there?" Skyler pointed across the hall to Malfoy, who was talking to Pansy.
"Yeah, what about him?"
"Even though he was that "charming" smile on his face and totally seducing Parkinson, he's thinking she's a whore and utterly hates her guts."
"What a retard. That's messed up."
"Yeah. You, Dumbledore and Christina are the only ones who know about my being psychic, Wood, and I can't use my powers to look into Christina's mind."
"Why not?" Oliver asked. Skyler looked around and took a deep breath.
"Because I made a promise to her and I don't break promises no matter the conditions."
"Diggs, are you aware that Chris is of Dark Blood?" Skyler nodded his head.
"Yeah, I'm like a walking sneak-o-scope. I can tell. I just don't know why she wasn't picked to be a Witch until she was fifteen. I had to act surprised when I saw her here, even though I knew all along."
"So you know that she is endangered, twenty-four seven?" Again, Skyler nodded his head.
"Yeah. Voldemort doesn't stop. I know that from expierience." Oliver looked down the hall.
"Walk with me." The two of them went out into the Grounds to talk about the Dark Lord. "Did anything happen in your life that included Voldemort and why aren't you afraid to use his name?"
"I was... I think I was four. It was a long time ago. He murdered my father, Emos Diggory. He murdered him personally. Went to the States just to shed some blood, you know? Anyway, he tortured him and eventually, he died of loss of blood. I walked into the house with my mother, since we were out to the mall and... he was just there, lying lifeless on the ground. Voldemort was there, too. He was staring at me. I can't forget the look in his eyes. It was as if he knew everything about me and hated me. Then, he pointed at me and said 'Skyler Diggory, you're next.' and... I didn't understand it at the time. You know Cedric? How he died? It was Voldemort that killed him, wasn't it?" Oliver nodded his head.
"Yeah, it was Voldemort. The Avada Kedavra curse."
"Right. What if he thought Cedric was me? Same last name, right? It's like we're a clone of each other, except for the fact that I'm younger. What if he mistakened him for me?" Oliver considered this for a moment.
"It's definately a possibility."
"Sure, and I don't cringe at the sound of his name because I never really feared him to come back. It wasn't until I was ten that I started to be scared. My mom, on the other hand, was always cautious about it all."
"That is also the reason Potter uses his name. He never even knew about Wizards until he was eleven, the poor kid."
"Yeah, I know. Harry thinks about his parents often, you know, and how they died? Sometimes he tries to picture it."
"Mm. Sometimes he seems like he's in deep concentration."
"That's because he is in deep concentration," Skyler said skeptically. "We better go back in. Girls are coming."
"SKYLER!"
"Run, Skyler."
"Oh, my God! Skyler and Professor Wood!"
"You, too, Oliver." The two men looked at each other and sprinted back to the Castle, out-running all the girls.
"I would never be able to get with a Professor anyway. What if I started a Skyler Diggory fan club and drop the Oliver Wood fan club?" Skyler heard one of the girls think. He gaped at Oliver in horror.
"How did you put up with this when you came to school here?" he screamed. Oliver shrugged and laughed. The two of them ran into the Great Hall and sat down in their seats; Skyler at Gryffindor Table beside Christina and Jacob and Oliver beside Marcus at the Staff Table.
"And how's your day going, Wood?" Marcus asked pleasantly.
"Oh, shut up, you idiot. Your girlfriend is waving at you, by the way." Marcus swore under his breath and covered himself with the pitcher of pumpking juice.
"Patil is not my girlfriend."
"Right, and Christina isn't pissed off at me."
"Really?"
"Marcus, you dumbass, it's called sarcasm."
"Wood! Language!" Snape practically screamed.
"Oh, shove one up your arse, why don't you?" Oliver retorted. A wave of laughter echoed through the Great Hall and even a few snickers could be heard from Dumbledore. Snape turned a bright shade of red and walked out of the Hall.
"So... are you going to try apologize?"
"Apologize for what, Marcus? Ariel was using a polyjuice potion, I told you that already What's the point of explaining it to Christina? She doesn't know what the hell a polyjuice potion is."
"Did Ariel even talk to you?"
"No, she just walled me up!"
"Dude."
"No Americano."
"Sorry."
"That's all right."
"But, what the hell! Who just walls someone up and starts making out with them?"
"...Marcus, you do."
"Oh, shut up, that was in my... uh..."
"Fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh year, Marcus," Oliver finished in a monotonous way. "Once, you tried it on Katie in fourth year when she was in third. She tried to rip off your nuts. You tried to do that to Cho Chang in your fifth. You pedophile, she was only a second year.Ended up with a clawed up face. Did that to your ex-girlfriend... forgot her name... but yeah, you tried it in your fifth year again. She dumped you after that. Went for Katie again in your sixth and seventh year. You just don't give up, do you?"
"...Do you keep tabs, Wood?"
"No, I havea very photogenic memory."
"Funny, I thought you had... five concussions?"
"Three from you, you cheating scumbag. Hey, we should go help Skyler out."
"Why?"
"Look."
"...Aw, the poor bloke. Hey! Is that Padma?" Oliver burst out into laughter.
"Ahh, so you care!"
"Do not!"
"Do too."
"Do NOT!"
"Do too."
"DO NOT!"
"...Marcus... I'm not even shouting." Glaring at each other, the two made their way to the Gryffindor Table, pushing through the crowd of girls.
"All right, move it. I SAID MOVE!" Marcus snapped. "Get off of me, Patil."
"You came!" Skyler whispered to Oliver dramatically.
"Mm hmm. How much do you weigh?"
"Er? I don't know, one thirty, maybe?" Skyler replied, confused.
"Good." Oliver lifted up Skyler and tossed him to Marcus.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
"There you go," Marcus said and set an extremely frightened Skyler onto the ground.
"And there was no other way to do that?" he asked. Marcus shook his head.
"They're like pirannhas." Skyler gulped. Oliver came out of the wave of girls, muttering a few swear words and yelling them out loud when he saw Skyler.
"We take you out of there and you just stand there? GO TO YOUR CLASS!" Oliver yelled. Skyler sighed and walked out of the Great Hall with Christina chasing after him. "Chris!" he called out before he could stop himself. She spun around and looked at Oliver. He gave a feeble wave which was returned with a finger. He groaned and headed to his classroom, which, unfortunately, was going to be with Christina.
"Garner! Kriton! STOP!" Marcus flew to the both of them. "What the hell is going on!"
"She provoked me!" Christina raged, trying to fly at Ariel as Jacob held her back.
"Kriton, what did you say?"
"Nothing," Ariel said and took out a nail filer. Marcus stared at her. Who the hell brings a fi... file... ugh, whatever that thing is called to Flying?
Skyler stifled a laugh as he heard Marcus think this. 'Chris, what did she say?'
'Something about Oli... Wood.'
'You should tell Marcus.'
'He'll tell Wood that I was defending him.' There was one thing Skyler hadn't told Oliver. He was not only psychic, but telepathic as well. He could send messages using only his brain.
'Just tell me what Ariel said.'
'Oh, fine. She said-'
"Well? What did you say, Ariel?" Marcus asked one more time. Ariel threw up her hands.
"Nothing!"
'She said something about sleeping with him and how good he was. She was actually telling her Slytherin friend over there.'
"Bullshit!" Skyler exclaimed, pointing at Ariel. "That's bull, Kriton."
"Diggory, you know what she said?" Marcus asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Puh-leeze, he's probably just trying to defend Riddle." Marcus shot Ariel a death glare and the whole class fell silent. The only people who knew Christina was a Riddle were Gryffindors and she just announced it in class.
"Class is dismissed. Garner, Kriton, Diggory, stay here."
"Why Diggory?" Ariel asked, slightly annoyed.
"Because I said so. You five, touch back to the ground and I want to hear everything that happened. No holding back and if I hear the slightest lie, fifty points off your house and detention with either Wood or Snape for a month. I hear you have to clean the Locker Rooms or go into the Forbidden Forest with Wood."
"Well... seeing as Christina here isn't talking," Skyler said, casting a glance to his best friend. "I have to talk for her."
"Skyler..." she said and tugged at his robes.
'Look, do you want a detention with Oliver?' Christina shook her head, no, and stepped away from him.
"Okay, talk," Marcus said, leaning on his broomstick.
"Kriton said something about Wood."
"Okay, I've heard enough. I just want to throw one of you in detention. Weasley and Wood are off the hook... Diggs, you too, but if you are lying..."
"Let me finish."
'Don't freak out, Marcus.'
"What the hell was that!"
'CALM DOWN! I just said, don't freak out! Form words with your mind and look at me.'
'...And who exactly are you...'
'Diggory. Okay, I talked to Christina. She said that Ariel said she slept with Oliver, bragging about how good he was.'
'...And the chick is fifteen?'
'Mm hmm.'
"Kriton. Detention with Snape. Garner..." Marcus looked at Christina. "With Wood."
"What did I do?" she shouted.
"Exchange of cussing and hitting, Chris. You got it easy, believe me. Now stay, I still want to talk to you." Skyler and Ariel left them in the Grounds; Skyler keeping a good five feet away from Ariel.
"What now, Marcus?" Christina asked as they went into the locker rooms to put away some broomsticks.
"Do you know how much you hurt Wood when he saw you and Zambini?"
"No. Do you know how much he hurt me when I saw him and Ariel?"
"Yes, and he didn't know she was Ariel."
"Marcus, that's bullshit. Don't cover up for him just because he's your best 'mate'."
"I'm not covering up for him, Chris. It's the truth."
"Oh, so why didn't Wood know it was Kriton? She couldn't have just tranformed."
"...Uh... yes, she could have."
"Not possible."
"In the Wizarding World, anything is possible, Riddle."
"Last name basis, Flint? Fine. Tell me, how would Ariel have disguised as me?"
"Two words, Riddle. Polyjuice Potion. Ristricted section, aisle five. I'll give you a note to go look it up if you don't believe me."
Whoooooa... this chapter is longer than usual! I really have no life... I'm a thirteen-year-old with no life... how sad is that!
-Cheerio!