A/N: This is quite a short, straight to the point chapter full of drama! Enjoy
Repercussions
When I entered into the common room of Hogwarts tower I was greeted with a huge wealth of applause. Compensation I suppose, for their lack of previous enthusiasm. Lorcan was nowhere in sight but James and Fred practically bounded up to me. "DOM!" James shouts over the noise "Why the hell didn't you tell us you were entering?". I don't get a chance to answer however as Fred cuts in "Your moms gonna go crazy, every ones gonna be so worried". "Why should they?" I say indignantly "I'm perfectly capab-". "Because" James says rather loudly "The last kid that came close to winning this tournament DIED!". "Well someone had to be Hogwarts champion, would you rather it was Roxanne?". I look imploringly at Fred. I find the fact that neither of them answer highly amusing. "Look Dom" Fred says calmly "It's not that we don't think you're up to it, it's just that-". "You don't think I'm up to it" I finish. James looks like he's about to protest until he's roughly pushed aside by Roxanne.
"I thought we were friends Dominique" she says domineeringly. Hands crossed over her chest, her chin jutting out. James straightens himself up. Looking around him making sure nobody saw him get pushed. Too bad for him, I think just about everyone is looking in our general direction; they all want to see if a cat fight breaks out. I scoff at Roxanne "Friends!" I demand "When have you and I ever been friends?". She glares at me "You knew how much I wanted to be Hogwarts champion Dominique". "Yeah sure, maybe I did" I return boldly "But I wanted to be Hogwarts champion too, and the goblet chose me, fair and square". Now I cross my arms over my chest and jut my chin out. Roxanne looks positively mutinous. "No actually it's not fair Dominique, you've already got the looks, the boy, the brains, this was mine!" she says fiercely, stepping forward. "I'm sorry Roxanne; I think you must be confusing me with somebody, Victoire perhaps?" I spit at her. About the only thing Roxanne and I agree on; is that there is no worse insult than being compared to little miss perfect Victoire.
"You know what Dominique" she says, stepping closer again, her face mere inches from mine, her fiery brown eyes glaring into my icy grey ones. "You're exactly like Victoire, and we all know you have no chance of winning this tournament". Like a flash of lightning my wand is out, but before I can jinx her rotten face James is tugging my arm back and chanting "She's just winding you up Dom". But hot tears are springing to my eyes, all the happiness I had felt only moments earlier completely evaporating from my body, and before I can give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry I turn and run from the common room. Only vaguely hearing James's voice calling my name as I throw myself out the door.
Hoy angry tears streamed down my face as I pounded down the marble staircase and shot out through the main doors, not stopping until I was safely outside. So typical of Roxanne, to ruin everything. I wipe the tears angrily from my eyes and feel a strange stinging sensation in the palms of my hands. I open them out to see deep nasty cuts where my finger nails had pierced my skin earlier. This, is how much I want to compete I tell myself, and i'm not about to let Roxanne ruin it for me. I look out across the vast acres of land, flexing my hands to relieve the stinging. Out by the sparkling water stands a lone figure. A familiar lone figure, Lorcan.
I make my way over to him, head bowed in shame. It takes me awhile to reach him, and when I finally do, he is standing with his back to me, gazing out across the water. "Hi" I say feebly, my injured hands stuffed into my jeans pockets, the fact that I had been crying only moments before is evident in my voice. I think it's only for that reason alone that he even bothers turning around, but he looks angry nonetheless. I look up at him remorsefully. He looks down at me furiously. After a long intense staring match Lorcan finally speaks. "Why were you crying?" he's voice is stiff and he isn't looking at me properly. "Roxanne" I say. It comes out more like a sob. "She wasn't too happy then" he says, mimicking me by putting his hands into his pockets too. "No one seems to be" I state limply.
"Well what do you expect!" he demands. It's the first time he's ever shouted at me. In fact it's the first time I've ever heard him shout, and I hate it. "Is it so wrong to want to compete?" Don't I have as much right as anyone else?". "You didn't even tell anyone!" he shouts back "You didn't tell me!". "Do I have to tell you everything?" I retort. "NO" he spits at me "But I bet you told your precious Teddy, that's why you were talking to him behind the marquee at the wedding. Wasn't it" he demands. "I didn't even know about the tournament then" I all but scream at him. I need him to understand, he's the only one that ever does.
He turns away from me again. "Fine!" I shout at his back. "I'll do this on my own then. I don't need you Lorcan, I don't need any of you" and I turn and storm away. But I highly doubt what I just shouted at him is true. If anything I need him more than ever now. But he doesn't call after me and I'm too proud to turn back around. So I just stalk back to my dormitory, climb under the covers and cry myself to sleep.
A/N: Bit of a depressing end huh? Well the next chapter should hopefully be up on Friday!