CHAPTER 11: HISTORY OF MAGIC
Remus looked forward to his next class: History of Magic. The only reason he looked forward to it was because Isabella was in his class, and she sat next to him. He walked down the hallway and noticed Severus walking in the same direction.
Weird, I never noticed Severus in our class, Remus thought. He walked into the classroom and sat down in his assigned chair; Isabella followed 5 minutes later and didn't bother looking at him.
"Hey! How are you?" Remus asked with a smile. Isabella ignored him and looked straight ahead. "Hello? Earth to Isabella?" Remus waved a hand in front of her face.
Jesus Christ, Isabella thought. "Stop talking to me," she quickly and rudely said. Remus looked confused.
"What's wrong?"
"Lupin, shut up."
"Isabella, talk to me. What have I done?"
"UGH FINE if it will get you to shut up. Listen, last night in the broom closet was a mistake. I don't want to think about it anymore, alright?" she said in a hushed whisper.
"Oh, I thought you wanted to do it again?" Remus asked, a little confused and hurt.
"Nope, that was my deeply-influenced Medulla Oblongata talking. It was disgusting and I don't want to do it again," Isabella concluded.
"Oh…alright then. I'm sorry for making you feel that way," Remus turned to the front, his face showing absolute disappointment and confusion.
"Alright class, today we're going to do a partner assignment. I'm going to give you a historical witch or wizard, and you're going to research it with your partner and present it to the class," the Professor instructed the class.
Hmm, strangely familiar to Charms, Isabella thought.
"You two- Helga Hufflepuff. Clarke, Lupin- Godric Gryffindor. Malfoy, Diggory- Rowena Ravenclaw…" the Professor went on to assign.
"Okay, you do history, I'll do significance," Isabella plainly said.
"Isabella, what about last night did you feel bad about?" Remus couldn't help but keep on asking.
"Why are we talking about this again? I told you to leave it," Isabella shot back.
"I don't like the fact that you feel bad for something that I did, and I would like to know what exactly I did. As far as I'm concerned, you participated as much as I did," Remus said. Isabella narrowed her eyes.
"Listen, Lupin. I don't know what you're insinuating, but like I said, it was a mistake. God, do you try this hard with everyone?" she rolled her eyes.
"Actually yes, I do get along with quite a lot of people," Remus said back with a smile.
"Well aren't you a ray of social fucking sunshine," Isabella sarcastically said back.
"Look, I apologize if anything I did upset you. But I don't want you to hate me again. I thought we were friends," Remus tried rationalizing. Isabella shot out of her seat.
"FRIENDS?! WE ARE NOT FRIENDS, LUPIN. WE NEVER WILL BE, ALRIGHT? STOP THINKING WE'RE GOOD JUST BECAUSE OF WHAT HAPPENED. A BIG, BLOODY MISTAKE!" she shrieked at Remus. The whole class, the Professor included, stopped and stared at the two. Remus was completely taken aback. Isabella snatched up her books and stormed out of the classroom. Severus watched this interaction closely and made a note of it. After all, no one paid any attention that he was in this class.
"Did ya not please her enough in bed, Lupin?" someone teased from the back. Remus shook that off and couldn't forget what Isabella said.
I need to fix this, Remus thought.
"Right…well, if the theatrics are over, let's get back to work," the Professor said to the class. Remus started concentrating on his work while Isabella furiously made her way back to the common room. The third-years quickly moved out of her way as she power-walked through the common room and up to her room. After dumping her stuff on her bed, she paced around the room for a while.
Where to go, what to do, she thought. She looked out the window, grabbed her journal, and made her way down to the Great Lake.
