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Chapter song: Hello Goodbye by the Beatles. For absolutely no reason except that I like it.
Chapter Three: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Stupid
Camille, Lily and I entered the compartment where my boy cousins and friend were sitting. It seemed like we entered amidst a riveting conversation because none of them acknowledged our presence when we entered and sat.
"You've totally gone bonkers mate." Albus said shaking his head.
"Completely mental, that'll ward off girls like genital warts and B.O." Louis added.
"Hey, I think it gives me more character!"
"Lysander, if you had anymore character you'd be a Salvador Dali painting." I said finally barging into the conversation.
"A what?" Everyone in the cabin chorused (other than Camille who was half muggle).
"Never mind," I sighed, "so what makes Lys bonkers and mental other than the obvious?"
Instead of saying anything, Louis gave a flick with his wand and a giant brach fell from one of the overhead compartments.
"What the bloody Centar's period is that?" Camille asked: if you couldn't tell, I only associated myself with the most eloquent and scholarly of friends.
"A giant wand-" Albus said.
"No, it is a staff." Lysander said indigently.
"You are bonkers!" Lily said giggling.
"It has a dragon carved onto the top of it, look!" He said holding up the dragon end of the staff towards Camille and me.
"Phew, I was almost questioning your sanity," Camille deadpanned, but she bent over closer to examine it, "Are it's eye's glowing?"
"Yup." Lysander said grinning, "It glows in the dark too."
"Lys, does it work? I mean where did you even get it?" I asked cautiously, This wasn't the first time he had done/ boughten something questionable. I mean when your mom was editor in chief of the quibbler you were bound to have some quirks.
"In Knockturn Alley." Lily looked at him disapprovingly, catching her look he backtracked, "Hey don't look at me like that! Louis dared me when Albus was feeling up all the quidditch equipment in Quality Quidditch."
"I wasn't feeling up-"
"-I didn't think you'd actually do it!" Louis said once Lily's disapproving gaze turned to him.
"What kind of Gryffindor would I be if I didn't? Anyways so I was sprinting around the block when this nice old lady was selling a bunch on the street." He leaned back onto his seat folding his arms behind his head as if we would all feel nice and comforted by his giant wands origin story
"A lady on the street?" I gasped in horror.
"Oh, hold your hippogriffs couz, it gets worse." Albus said grimly, "tell her the rest and specifically about the lady and her professional back story."
"Oh, yes this is the best part! She's a squib." Lysander ended looking even more pleased.
"She's a squib?" I asked dumbfound.
"That is correct."
"Why?" Lily asked shaking her head.
"Because, she said that staffs are more powerful than wands because they have all the main wand cores and are therefore more powerful. So powerful in fact, they work for her."
"Imagine my shock when he runs back to me in Diagon Alley with a bloody walking stick in tow. I didn't think you'd actually bring it to school too."
"I will use it instead of my wand." Lysander smiled still looking 100% confident about his purchase.
"Okay passing over Lysander's giant wand." Camille started.
"Wow those nude pics sure were wide spread…" Lysander muttered under his breath. Lily, who was sitting next to him, crinkled her nose in disgust. Camille continued as if she heard nothing while Albus and Louis guffawed.
"I wanted to point out that you and Rose are forgetting something."
"Rose's only been pregnant for a month, we were going to-"
"Prefect Meeting." I groaned cutting off Lysander's punchline. Suddenly alarmed too, Lysander stood up and grabbed me by my already sore arm.
"Off we go!"
We were out in the hall. Even though the train had started moving people were still walking up and down the hallways to either change compartments or find missing friends. Lysander and I were squeezing our way to the front of the train to the spacier Prefect's compartment. I begrudgingly let myself be dragged through the hall. I thought about how my attitude for Prefect duty had changed so drastically over the course of a year. Where last year I practically river danced my way to the compartment, this year I was literally being dragged. I had plenty of reason to be unenthusiastic. For one I was late, distracted by the eccentric fool pulling me. Secondly there were several undesirable people who were prefect. One of whom was my bloody ex and his bloody perfect hair, and his bloody perfect sweater and shoes.
Lysander and Lorcan may be twins, but similar they were not. Lysander could be categorized as the good looking one with charm, intelligence and an inborn sense of leadership. Lysander was his opposite. He was shorter than his brother, and slightly less good looking (He still had the biggest smile on the planet though). They both had the same coloring. He also had many shining slightly more obscure talents, like winning arguments, doing absolutely anything when dared and making friends pee from laughter. So while both brothers were different, they both were extremely good making you care about them more than you should. Lysander makes you trust him, then he pranks the living daylights out of you. Lorcan makes you love him, and then breaks your heart into thousands of microscopic pieces.
"Umm, Rose." Lysander said while slowing down his pace, "Look I need to tell you something before we party crash on the Prefects…"
"Are you going to tell me that you will stop suffocating my arm?" I said looking at his hand which was still gripping my upper arm.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that." He said sheepishly while letting me go. Our slowing pace had turned into a stop and we were about one compartment away from the Prefect's compartment, "But it's not that. Over the summer my brother, asshole dumb face, may have-"
"-Oh I know already!" I said, watching him go from uncomfortable to relieved in a second.
"You do?"
"Yeah, I found out everything with Lily and Camille."
"Okay good! Wow I was really stressed there for a second!" He was about walk into the compartment when he squeezed my arm reassuringly, "Be strong."
I snorted. I could deal with seeing my ex. I mean it wasn't as if I never saw him over the summer. I'd seen him twice when visiting him with Albus. Sure it was uncomfortable but nothing I needed to be "strong" about.
I walked into the compartment behind him.
You know that terribly awkward moment when you arrive late for something like church or class. Everyone is always dead quiet and looks at you like you're a horrific traffic accident? Well take that and multiply it times ten.
Two of the people I despised the most in the world were there, Scorpius Malfoy and Tamsin Nott, were smirking and glaring at me. Both the heads looked angry and disapproving. What really won the prize was my ex, who was sitting and holding hands with none other than Annabel Belby. I guess that little reassurance made sense now.
Avada me, Avada me now.
Lysander bound through the compartment and squeezed himself right between the hostile Slytherins and the golden couple.
"So what did we miss?" He asked grinning.