Chapter 22
Why Sheila and She-Cat are Nuts.
After that swimming date, I finally had to knuckle down and start studying for the final task of the Tournament…trust me, my desire to win was as fervid as a phoenix flame.
Snape had started out letting me study in the Potions room (being Draco's girlfriend and his best female student had its advantages) with Ivy, Sheila and She-Cat.
I was leafing mindlessly through books Ivy picked out (I decided to trust her again after what Harry told me about the first task screw up.) and was getting really bored…and apparently, so was Sheila and Fireball.
"I'm bored!" I shouted finally, starting to drum on my book with my fingers.
A few minutes past and the girls let me do that. Hell, it was better for them to listen to that than listen to me complain over how bored I was and how much I'd rather be snogging Draco (And honestly, that was exactly what I was thinking.)
"Hannah!" Ivy groaned after four minutes of my drumming "Can you think of anything better to do with that book?"
I looked at Ivy, than at my book, then smirked before picking the book up.
She-Cat laughed as I started hitting Ivy in the arm with the book.
Ivy groaned again after I hit her around three times with the book. "KNOCK IT OFF!" she shouted finally.
I sighed in boredom and threw the book at Ivy "I have nothing to do now!" I whined before putting my head in my hands.
Sheila looked as if she had a plan brewing as she picked up the dropped book. I heard wood knocking on flesh again and Ivy yelling "GOD! WHO DOESN'T LIKE HITTING ME WITH BOOKS!?"
Sheila and She-Cat burst out laughing and I read Sheila's mind.
Book- she started, but I cut her off.
"Ok, if you're going to say what I think you're going to say, we need rules." I said, sitting straight and grabbing a few books "No shots to the head and no alliances. Best friendships mean nothing. Every woman for herself." I announced.
She-Cat looked confused, but Ivy seemed to get it.
"Ok, Sheila. Say it." I said, covering my face with a book.
"BOOK FIGHT!" Sheila shouted, lobbing books at Ivy, She-Cat and I.
I ducked down under a desk and hid my face from the bombing of books through the classroom.
She-Cat crawled in next to me and smacked me in the stomach with a book "No cheating, Han!" she shouted, pushing me out into our No Man's Land to be bombarded with books from all sides.
…
I was having a lot of fun after getting past the whole "I'm in Snape's room and we're acting like three year olds instead of fourteen year olds." thing.
I started lobbing some books at Ivy, Sheila and She-Cat by the door, making sure to make the fight fair…we didn't want anyone going to the hospital wing for bumps or bruises from a little fun.
I was about to chuck another book at Sheila when the door opened.
It was Snape.
Ivy, She-Cat and I stopped what we were doing at once. But Sheila kept going…with Snape right behind her!
"Sheila!" I hissed. "Behind you!" "What?" Sheila asked happily, winding her arm back to throw another book.
Big mistake.
She hit Snape in the face with the book.
"That was an odd sound." Sheila said, turning around to look into Snape's livid face "Oh…WARN A GIRL!" she said to me.
"I tried!" I hissed before Snape started.
"Who's brilliant idea was it to turn my classroom into…into…" Snape started, too mad to speak.
"A battlefield? A war ground? A No Man's Land of juvinille behaviour?" I asked.
"A No Man's Land of juvinile behaviour!?" Snape agreed finally.
"Sheila's!" the three of us (bar Sheila, of course) said together.
"Thanks, guys." Sheila snapped, glaring at the three of us. "So much for all for one and one for all!" "Hey, I said all girls to themselves for the book fight. None of us wanted to get in She-Cat (our group replaced shit with She-Cat to make us unique), so you are our scapegoat."
"I'll get you for this!" Sheila said as Snape dragged her off to talk to Flitwick, her head of House.
…
A few days after that, Sheila, She-Cat, Ivy and I were sitting in my dorm alone to study for the task when She-Cat asked a very odd question.
"How do you contact the Fire Brigade?" she asked.
I shrugged "Normally you call them in the Muggle world or else…wait a second…why do you want to know?" I asked.
She-Cat smiled "Oh, no reason."
I shrugged and was just about to start reading again when I heard Draco scream.
"FIRE!" he shouted, running up to my dorm. "SOMEONE LIT MY ROBE ON FIRE!"
I shrieked "WHO WAS INTO MY BOYFRIEND'S CRAP!?" I demanded, looking for something to put out the hem of his robe.
"Me!" She-Cat said happily
"Don't worry, I'll put it out!" Sheila said, taking a bucket and dumping it over Draco's head. "There we go! All better."
I gaped. Draco was covered in white goo "What is it?" I asked, taking some of the gunk in my fingers and smelling it "UGH! It's lard!" I said "SHEILA!" I shouted "What's with dumping lard all over Draco?" I said, taking a glass of water in my hand.
Sheila shrugged. "I don't know. I thought it was water?" she said.
I rolled my eyes and dumped the glass of water on Draco's robe, putting the flame out "Holy She-Cat." I said exasperated, accepting a hug of gratitude from Draco.
"Me…OW!" She-Cat shouted, starting to bounce off the walls and run around in her cat form, making Draco duck me under a table, with Sheila just under a table on the other side of the dorm.
I looked to Ivy and Sheila under the one table "Ok…" I started "Who gave her Pixie Stix?"
Sheila smirked and raised her hand "I only gave her, like, twenty though."
I glared at her. I guess she got her revenge for the book fight thing where we all ratted her out.
…
When She-Cat got back to her somewhat mellow self, I drew up two new rules.
"Ok, new rules for the four of us." I said, taking out the parchment I wrote them on and clearing my throat "These rules have been written by one Hannah Potter for the Golden Quartet's use, blah, blah, blah. Anyways, here's the rules:
No more sugar for She-Cat…for the rest of her life!
Sheila is no longer allowed more books than necessary
"Every girl for themselves" is no longer allowed in any sort of fight.
No more sugar for She-Cat.
Sheila is no longer in charge of the Pixie Stix.
Sheila is no longer allowed lard.
Fireball and She-Cat in her cat form are no longer allowed to play in Hannah's boyfriend's cloaks. Period, end of discussion.
When She-Cat asks how to contact the Muggle emergency services…we are to always assume that something's gone on.
No more sugar for She-Cat…ever!
9b. Yes, this includes Pixie Stix.
10. Punishment for breaking these rules will include:
For She-Cat:
Taking away her banjo or her ukulele
For Sheila:
Fireball stays with Hannah for a week, or her violin is taken away.
For Ivy:
Blaise hears about her snoring problem.
For Hannah:
The girls can decide what embarrassing thing to tell Draco about."
I looked up from the parchment and saw that Ivy and Sheila and She-Cat were giving me looks.
"I do not snore!" Ivy snapped angrily.
Sheila looked calm, but mad. "Touch my violin…and you die!" she said, taking out her black violin with silver strings and holding it close to her.
She-Cat pouted "Does this mean I can't have any more sugar?"
Ivy and I nodded "Yes. No more sugar…especially Pixie Stix…for the rest of your life!"
"AWE!" She-Cat whined.
"It's ok, She-Cat." Sheila muttered when she thought I couldn't here her. "I'll get you some."
"I HEARD THAT!" I shouted.
"DAMN!" Sheila hissed.
I smirked. I loved being the ringleader of a group of girls.
