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Chapter 3: The Window Wasn't Open
As soon as I dragged Potter, who is way heavier than I thought, up to the hospital wing, my first thought was to go and finish my homework. Un fortunately, Madam Pompfrey had a completely different idea. Typical.
"Ms. Evans, you will stay here with Mr. Potter, and you will not leave under any circumstances."
Thank you and goodnight. At least Potter can slaeep. I'm so tired… zZzZzZz…
"Evans!"
"What?" I groaned, opening my eyes to see… Sirus Black. Joy.
"What," he said menacingly, "did you do to James?"
As calmly as I could, I replied, "I sewed his lips together."
"You sewed his lips together!" Sirius repeated in disbelief.
"Yeah, that's what I said. Now if you don't mind, I'm going back to sleep."
"No way are you going back sleep until I get an explanation."
"We had a fight… and I told him to shut up and he said make me, so I did. Happy now?"
No."
"Black, use the two brain cells God gave you, and figure it out!"
"Why are you so against James?"
Sigh. "Honestly? Okay Black I'll say this very slowly, in case you misunderstand me… I HATE HIM!"
"Thanks for clarifying that. By the way – what did James ask you after Potions?"
"He didn't tell you?" I'm surprised. I thought the whole school would know by now.
"No. He said it was between you and him."
"Oh. Well. Uh… err… tell him I said thanks for not telling anyone. I've got detention."
"I thought you weren't supposed to leave."
"I'm not, but you're here, so he's not alone. Bye."
"Later."
As I walked out of the hospital wing, I could have sworn I heard a muffled whoop of joy. Must've been my imagination. Then I remembered the detention. 7:45. I would have to sprint to McGonagall's office. Bugger me.
Finally I arrived at McG's office, completely out of breath and feeling like my legs were going to fall off.
"Late again, Ms. Evans."
I glanced at the clock. 8: 01.
"Sorry Professor. I – I needed new socks." New socks? How come every time I need a good excuse, my brain shuts off!
"I see, well, for tonight you will be tutoring three first years in Charms…"
Not too bad. It could've been worse. I could've had to clean the Great Hall with no magic and only a toothbrush, or scrub the dungeon walls with my bare hands. Eww… Now I feel sick. Hey. McG's still talking…
"…by being their practice dummy."
NOOOOOOOO! The last person who was a first-year "tutor" ended up in the hospital wing for six months. No, No, No! This is so not happening. At that moment, the three Black triplets, all Slytherins, trooped into the room. Oh god no. Please NOOO! Now I really do feel sick.
They all grinned evilly. (Is there any other way for a Slytherin to grin?) I could practically see their fingers twitching, waiting to reach for their wands.
"Tonight," said McG, "You will be practicing Wingardium Leviosa."
The evil Sytherin triplets raised their wands, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
I felt a thud on my head and suddenly the floor came up and hit me on the face. The last thing I heard before I blacked out (no pun intended) was Narcissus Black saying, "Whoops, was that me?"
I woke up in the hospital wing. I tried to move my head, only to find a football-sized lump on my forehead! I closed my eyes. Well, that's attractive. Just be glad no one could see you! I reopened my eyes… to see Sirius Black's face in mine.
"AHHHHHH!" I fell out of bed. Great, now I'll have another bruise on my side. Cheers.
"Good Morning Sunshine."
"Sod off, Black."
"Touchy. How did you get that monument on your head?"
"You're damnable cousins."
"They're not my family."
"Fine. Whatever. Hey where'd J – Potter go?
"Your dorm."
"My WHAT!"
"Yeah. Madame Promfrey said you needed a change of clothes, so James went to go get them.
"Knowing him, I'll get a miniskirt and halter top." Mr. Impeccable Timing choose at that moment to walk through the door. I noticed his lips were healed quite nicely.
"You know, Evans, I do have some fashion sense," he said handing me my jeans and favorite shirt.
"Thank you," I said softly.
At that moment, a giant cheer went up outside the closed window. Quidditch. I looked at Potter, who was in his Quidditch robes and holding a broomstick.
"Well? Aren't you going out there?"
"Yeah."
And he flew off towards the window, which was conveniently closed causing him to him to later develop a football sized bump on his head, no different than mine.
"The window… wasn't open," Potter said in a very dazed way before he passed out.
This caused me to laugh so hard that I ended up pulling something.
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