It's cold outside. I probably should have wore more than pajama bottoms and a sweater, but oh well. Should of, could of, would of, didn't. During this whole time Regulus has been mad at me, the only thing that hasn't changed is watching the sunrise. Some how I got through quidditch, without having a mental break down or anything. Our last game before Christmas is tomorrow, and we will annihilate Gryffindor, or I'm going to at least die trying.
"Thought I would find you out here," His voice sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. I avoided eye contact, afraid of what I would find in those eyes.
"I'm a predictable person, I guess." I said quietly.
"Jade…" He started, looking for the right words to say. "I overreacted…I'm…sorry." He finished, quietly. Mentally, I was pretty much jumping and dancing around, but on the outside I kept it together.
"I'm sorry too. I did kiss him back, but I promise, I'll never let anything like that happen again. You're my number one person Regulus. You're the most important to me." I finally looked at him. He's tattooed upon my skin for a reason you know.
"I kind of…freaked out. I can't lose you Jade, you're the only reason I haven't gone completely mental."
"I'll try my best to never get you that upset with me. It was awful Reg, I was so alone. It was like everyone was sitting in the sunshine, while I was drowning in the rain." I hugged my best friend, and it felt good to be in his arms again.
"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you," He whispered into my ear.
"I'm sorry that your brother and I kissed…let's just pretend that never happened." I whispered back.
"Come on, let's go get breakfast, I've barely seen you eat all week."
So the day I decide to finally come to breakfast, thinking nothing could go wrong, the worst possible thing happens.
Bloody waffles.
The universe is against me.
"Mmm waffles," Regulus said happily, stuffing his face with the revolting thing (because what is it? A baked good? A bread? No one knows.)
"You sicken me," I rolled my eyes at him. It was nice, having him on my side again, but I could still tell things were…awkward between us.
"You really are a death eater! How can you hate waffles?" Regulus chuckled.
"How can you eat them?" I pulled a face at him.
"Are you ready to murder Gryffindor tomorrow?" I heard Regulus say, but I was too distracted by something on the other side of the room. First, I heard this obnoxious, loud, fake laugh, so out of curiosity I looked to see where the wretched song was coming from. Gryffindor table, of course. Looking at the red and gold table, I got an eyeful of blonde ditzyness. She was draped all over Sirius, like she was…drapes or something. Drapes are going to be the death of that boy, she's going to suffocate him. I can see it now….who was she anyway? She looks familiar. Russell! I broke her bat during a quidditch game! Look at her, hanging all over him, she's making a fool of herself. Bloody hell, she's sitting in his lap, does she have no pride? Wait wait what? Is his arm around her waist? Merlin's boxers, it is. I think I'm going to be sick.
"It's revolting isn't it?" Reg interrupted my thoughts, his voiced filled with disgust.
"Does she have any dignity?" I rolled my eyes and stabbed my oatmeal with my spoon.
"Probably not, most girls that are "in love" with my brother have no dignity," Regulus replied, turning back to his waffles.
"Yeah." I agreed, no dignity at all.
I usually love the first snow, it's one of my favorite things. Snow is great and all, but not today. Hundreds of feet up in the air, on broomsticks, snow is awful. The game has been in play for awhile now, I'm not sure how long. Gryffindor was leading by a little bit, but I'm sure we'll catch up. I hadn't broken anyone's face…yet. When I saw the blonde, Caitlin Russell, I told her I would break her face instead of her bat this time.
Smack! I smashed a bludger towards a flying red and gold blob. I have to say, Slytherin house definitely has the best color scheme going on. Green and silver, now that's classy, and you know what they say; If you're not classy, you're probably a tramp. Red and gold, that's just obnoxious and gaudy. Black and yellow, you look like a bumble bee. Bronze and blue, ehh it's okay, but not as classy (or sexy) as green and silver…why the hell am I thinking about colors during a quidditch match?
"Jade! Duck!" I heard Jeremy yell. I quickly ducked my head and heard a bludger go whizzing over my head. Thank God for Jer.
"And Potter narrowly misses a bludger to the head." The commenter said, I swear, I heard a little bit of disappointment in his voice, jerk. Fat snowflakes fell from the sky, impairing every players' vision.
"Potter! Get your head out of the damn clouds!" Jeremy yelled at me, his face cross. I glanced up at Reg, who was circling the pitch. How could he even see the snitch with all this snow? Thump! I felt a hand smack me upside the head.
"Ow!" I pouted at Jer, who had hit me.
"Focus Jade! I don't know what the hell is on your mind, but right now winning this game and breaking Gryffindors bones into a thousand pieces should be! I'll hit you harder next time if you don't get your act together." He snapped at me. "And stop pouting, you're a sixteen year old for Merlin's sake!" He rolled his eyes and flew off. I heard the announcer make some comment about Jer yelling at me but I could give a piss about that, because the perfect opportunity unfolded before me.
She was hovering, with a look of determination on her face, looking for a bludger to hit. Oh that drape-like fiend was going to get smacked. I bludger was flying towards me and I aimed right at her face.
"And Potter makes a cheap shot at Russell!" The commenter cried. Oh piss off would you? I just made the best hit ever! The crowd booed and yelled at me, look how popular I am! The bludger whizzed right past her face, millimeter from her nose. Damn, I missed. The game wore on, Slytherin down 150 points exactly. The snow was getting worse, and Regulus looked pissed. This was turning out to be a shitty game.
"The Gryffindor seeker has spotted the snitch!" I watched as two blurs of seekers raced around the pitch. If Gryffindor caught the snitch, we would lose miserably. If Slytherin caught it, then we would tie, and at the moment I would take a tie, because I cannot feel my toes or fingers. My teeth chattered quietly while watching Reg battle it out with the other seeker. Both of them pulled into a dive and gloved hands were out stretched. It's like the whole world held its breath as a hand wrapped itself around the golden ball.
"And Black has caught the snitch! Slytherin…ties…?" The commenter sounded slightly confused. A quidditch game hasn't tied in forever. I let out a laugh, at least we didn't lose, right? Every player on the pitch had a sour look on their face except for me. I landed lightly on the ground. Caitlin stormed over to me, looking pissed off.
"What the hell was that Potter!" She spat at me.
"What?" I asked, widening my eyes. I see nothing wrong with trying to hit her face.
"You almost hit me in the bloody face! It was a cheap shot!" She yelled at me, pointing to her face for emphasis. She needs to calm down, her screeching cannot be good for my health.
"Oh yeah…I'm sorry….I'm sorry I missed." I glowered back.
"It's against the rules! It's foul play!" She glared at me, probably trying to burn holes through my forehead.
"Rules were meant to be broken. Cry me a river, build me a bridge and get over it." I rolled my eyes at her. "And don't forget my free toaster, bitch." I added as an afterthought. She swung her hand at me, trying to slap me. I ducked out of the way with stealth and I stepped closer to the blonde bimbo.
"Don't try to hit someone, who can hit you twice as hard." I threatened, staring coldly into her eyes.
"Watch me." She swung again, this time almost making contact. Almost. I was just too quick for her to catch. Also she might of missed because I may have possibly kicked her in the shin. Not that I'm admitting to anything.
"Ow! Fuck! Ow!" She hobbled on one leg. I smirked, yeah that's right, don't mess with Jade fuckin' Potter. "You. Little. Bitch!" She screamed at me. Just now the ten other people on the pitch decided to notice our little scuffle.
"Oi, what the hell?" I heard my idiot brother say. Russell, I mean Caitlin, grabbed hold of my hair and pulled.
"Mother fucking hippogriff wanking biscuit! You're going to wish you were never born!" I screamed at her. That fucking hurt. I elbowed her in the stomach which made her let go of my hair. I then continued to punch her in the face. Hard. You could probably hear her jaw crack in the dungeons, it was so loud. Just as I was about to take a step back and admire my work, I felt myself being pulled back by someone. I looked over at my team, who were laughing their arses off. Leave it to them, to be laughing while I beat the shit out of someone. They are idiots, and I love them dearly. I fought to get out of the grasp I was in, but it was strong.
"Let me go!" I cried trying to wiggle my way out. I wanted to go high five my teammates. This was better than a quidditch victory. This was a fight victory.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Sirius looked livid, his grip still iron strong as he spun me around to face him.
"That was brilliance." I chuckled to myself. Wrong answer.
"Jade!" He looked angry. The rest of the Gryffindor team was helping Caitlin with her broken jaw.
"Well, it was self defense. She tried to slap me first, and plus I gave her a fair warning. Wrong answer part duex.
"You better apologize! And you won't be playing quidditch again you little-" His face was inches away from mine, I could feel his hot breath on my face and it reminded me of the hospital wing incident. I felt like I couldn't breathe. It must be my claustrophobia…yeah that's it.
"Let…me…go." I gasped out, I need to breathe. Sirius let go and I took a wobbly step back. I took a deep breath and regained my composure.
"I've got nothing to apologize for." I said coldly and walked towards my teammates. I'm thinking a "Gryffindor still hasn't beat us" party when we get back to the common room.
Regulus is sick. He's got Sattleberg's. It's pretty much the wizarding flu, and he could be cured right now, but nooooo. He's Regulus freaking Black and he has too much pride to go to the hospital wing. If he could just get over himself, than he could be helping me with the crisis at hand. My hair. It looks like my hair was eaten by a hippogriff, regurgitated and then proceeded to explode. This is what happens when I go to bed with my hair wet. I attempted to brush out the curls, but the hair brush just got stuck. You see Regulus is fantastic with hair. It's because I've forced him to do mine so many times. He could have fixed this by now, but no, he had to be sick. I remember Leigha used a spell on her hair to make it lay flat.
"Viridis lenis comis virage." I pointed my wand at my curls. I felt my hair rearranging itself on top of my head, and I looked in the mirror. Well it definitely fixed the explosiveness of it. Tiny ringlets framed my face. The spell also decided to put green streaks in my hair. Well isn't that attractive? I guess it could be worse, I mean, it could be hot pink. It's too late to fix it anyway.
"Nice hair, Potter." Bellatrix cackled, others joining in. I rolled my eyes at their immaturity.
"I'm just supporting my house, Bella love." I grabbed a piece of toast, and some for Regulus. I may as well skive off classes today too. If Regulus isn't going to be in class, there's no point in me going, because I won't pay attention at all.
"You're not a real Slytherin." Bellatrix sneered. Yes, I am not a Slytherin. I am a Hufflepuff, in disguise!
"I beat the shit out of that mudblood Gryffindor didn't I?" I grinned at the memory of punching Caitlin Russell in the face.
"You used muggle fighting." She countered, pulling a disgusted face. I see nothing wrong with muggle fighting.
"I didn't have a wand on me and I wasn't going to let that muggle think she was better than me." I don't like to call muggleborns out, on being well…muggleborns, but I didn't like this chick, so I see no fault in calling her what she is.
"I guess you're all right, Potter." She went back to talking to her friends.
-x-
"Oh christsake, what did you do to your hair?" Regulus said hoarsely as I walked into his dorm.
"I tried…to fix it," I looked at him with pleading eyes. He better fix this! He let out a small laugh at my misfortune. Tosser.
"I would fix it for you, but it's too funny. I think I'm going to leave it like that, for a little while." He smirked. I threw his toast I brought for him at his face, but he caught it. Damn quidditch reflexes. "Anyways, you better get to class, you're going to be late." I rolled my eyes at his stupidity.
"Honestly Reggie, did you think I was going to class without my fellow partner in crime slash my future death eater buddy?" I sat down on his bed. The smile fell off of his face. Was it something I said?
"It's going to be this Christmas. It's official." He lowered his voice, his face darkening. Oh crap.
"That's bullocks. You're not even of age." I could feel my temper rising, but I managed to keep my voice quiet. "When do you think I can join?" I looked into his grey eyes.
"Probably not until later. Maybe next year if you're lucky. I couldn't ask for you to join too, not now that is. I'm already pushing my luck, getting in now."
"Do you…agree with what he's doing?" I've always wondered that about Regulus. I might be his best friend, and I know a lot about him, but I know there I some things I'll just never know about him.
"Well, he's fighting for what he believes in, and I can understand that." He started. "He was probably raised by his parents…and he just took it to an extreme. That's what I think is wrong. How he just went overboard with it and decided to start killing people." Hmmm. Regulus has a point.
"Look at you, the perpetual optimist, always trying to see the good in people!" I laughed as he rolled his eyes. "But do you think…that purebloods are better than muggleborns?" I asked.
"Well, I was brought up to think so. I mean when I was little I thought my mom and dad were always right, so they made me believe that purebloods were the best. Back in first year and up till about fourth year, I still believed that they were-" I cut him off.
"What? I didn't know that...you told me you didn't care about being a pureblood when we were eleven!" I furrowed my eyebrows together. There's so much I don't know about him.
"I kind of possibly maybe lied." He looked down quickly.
"Regulus! So for all that time until you were fifteen you thought that purebloods were better than everyone? Why were you even friends with me? I was…am a blood traitor." I looked into his eyes, but they were unreadable. Damn.
"Well I wanted to be your friend…you were, uh seemed…pretty…pretty uh interesting. Over time, I slowly started to realize how wrong my parents are. How wrong Voldemort is. You're one of the main reasons I don't think so highly of purebloods." I smiled a little. "I do think that purebloods are just a little bit better then muggleborns. I still think that. We're kind of the…upper class of the wizarding world. Which you can't argue with, because most purebloods are upper class. My family is upper class, yours is, the Malfoy family is upper class. But that doesn't mean we should go kill the Abbott family because they are muggles and have less money than us." Regulus finished.
"You..you lied to me? To be my friend! Awww Reggie," I threw my arms around him and grinned.
"I thought you wouldn't like me, because I remember you saying "I could give two squirts of piss about being a pureblood. I'm no different from a muggleborn. I hate people who think they are better than others because of their blood." You were my first friend here, and I didn't want you to hate me,." Regulus sighed.
"So two years ago…you thought muggleborns should die?" I widened my eyes.
"No, not necessarily. I just thought I was better than them. But anyway, you still need to learn occlumency before you can even think about joining." Ugh, occlumency. I was awful at it, I doubt I could ever master it like Reg.
"I wish I could just…pull the thoughts out of my head and poof, they're gone!"
"Oh my Merlin why didn't I think of that?" Reg brought a palm to his forehead. "I'm so stupid!"
"What! What?" I asked. What was he talking about?
"Pensieves! Why didn't I think of it sooner!" He kept muttering about something. What the hell is a bloody pensieve? "Go to the library, and ask for a book on them. Go!" He pushed me off of his bed. I love how he doesn't tell me what the hell it is. I rolled my eyes and walked towards the library. That wanker didn't even fix my green hair.
-x-
"So do you have a book on…pensieves?" I asked Madame Pince. She narrowed her eyes at me, and scribbled a number on a piece of parchment. I walked down the bookshelves till I reached the correct one. Then, I began my hunt for the book. Pensieve…something to do with pulling memories out of your head I'm guessing..
"Hey you, you stopped talking to me." I looked up. Derek. I thought he…fell off the face of the Earth. Well, not really, but after the kiss in Hogsmeade, nothing really happened, we stopped talking. Hopefully he realized I'M NOT INTERESTED.
"Oh…um yeah…how've you been?" Oh Merlin, this was going to get awkward.
"Pretty good. Interesting game against Gryffindor last week. That was a sweet fight you had with Russell." I smirked at the memory of that.
"Psh. That wasn't a fight. I owned her sorry ass."
"What book are you looking for?" He asked.
"Something for Regulus." I said evasively, in case a pensieve is something illegal and could land us in Azkaban.
"What are you doing for the holidays?" What is this? Twenty question? Well, at least he's trying to make a conversation. I'll give him brownie points for that.
"I don't know, probably going home. I'm going to have to go to my parent's annual New Year's ball." I mentally cringed at the thought of the ball. It's just so much fun, getting all dressed up, to just stand in the shadows and try and be invisible.
"That's cool." Like that, the conversation fizzled out. I found the book, and pulled it from the shelf.
"Well…seeya around." I booked it out of there.
-x-
Author's Note
Hey there sexies! I love all of you(: Yeah, I'm sorry I haven't updated in 6,000 years D: Other things in life decided that I should spend less time writing fan fiction and more time working on algebra. So, I'll probably be updating slower D: So I don't know what I wanna do with this story, so you beautiful people out there should help me(: You should tell me an idea and maybe I'll use it and give you a shoutout in my next chapter (though even if I don't use your idea I'll still give you a shoutout) blah, that was my lame attempt for more reviews, I'm uber pathetic, I'm sorry loves(: I still need ideas though, legit. Ha, so who liked jealous Jade? It was fun to write xD Mkay, well hope you liked this chappie. It's a little bit shorter then usual but oh well, love ya.
Author's Note 2.0
This is the epitome of filler chapter