Disclaimer: NOT MY WORLD OR CHARACTERS. Thanks J.K., I owe you.
Chapter Song: Without You by Lana Del Rey
Chapter Four: Meeting till the Evening
I thought about walking outside of the compartment. You may think that I am kidding, but I am dead serious. Right as I enter, about a second after I planned on walking out, without even bothering to turn around, just walking backwards back to my nice safe compartment with my cousins and friends (or friend).
But if I pride myself on anything it is being smart, or at least keeping a level head. So a moment after that insane thought seized me I made my way to one of the empty seats, across from the love birds and the Slytherins, and next to the other house Prefects. I sat down and listened, I listened to the same instructions I got last year and memorized by heart. The alternative to listening to the instructions was to dwell on the visual reminder of how I didn't live up to my ex's standards.
Even though I was forcing every ounce of my concentration on the words coming out of Jeremy Davis's mouth I still couldn't help it when my attention shifted to the corner of my eye.
They were still sitting together holding hands. Not in any way that could be interpreted as showing off, or as the mad corners of my mind dreamed, purposefully possessive to ignite jealousy in me. Nope, they held hands like two people did when they liked each other. And that sent my mind into a torturous spiral downwards.
Prefect meetings had to be the most boring thing in the entire world. Every one was the same garbage yet they still insist that we attend them. I looked around the compartment lazily for something else to distract me from the monotony. Tamsin was successfully ignoring the meeting by fixating on the ends of her hair. An annoying habit she had when she was "checking for slit ends". She wasn't going to be a great distraction.
"So if any of you have any ideas please let us know so we can do something different for a change." Davis said to the general group, "Heaven knows we can't have something good like a Triwizard Tournament! The last people screwed that up nice and good with a death. So no life threatening ideas please!"
I idly wondered how that insensitivity translated into his relationship with the Head Girl. It wasn't an official relationship. In fact I think that that they were trying to keep it under wraps. Lucky for them everybody was too bloody stupid to notice.
"So now, Mary will continue on explaining all the new guidelines put in place to… liven up the school year." He stepped aside to let his girl friend talk. His hand helped guide her into the spotlight by touching the small of her back. Or so it would seem to everyone who wasn't sitting at my angle and able to see when his hand glided over her ass. For a moment Mary blushed but then she continued on about how there was a lack of organized social activities for all the houses to partake in. And thats where I stopped listening again.
Instead, I once again scoured the compartment for a distraction. Lysander Scamander was next to me making tiny sculptures with nothing but his chewing gum a his tongue.
Disgusting.
I almost resigned myself to listening to the Head girl.
That was, until my eye was caught by Rose Weasley.
That almost sounds like the opening line to one of those pathetic Muggle chick flicks. And before my taste in films (and girls for that matter) is questioned I will point out that I only watched those films with Tamsin. Who could only watch them at my house since her parents were intolerant of anything muggle related. So in a way it's more of a civil service.
The reason I was currently fixated on Rose Weasley was because it was the first time I had seen her look so… Pathetic? Whatever she looked like, it was definitely not happy. Even when I or someone else made fun of her she still had an annoyingly unaffected exterior. Currently, her eyes were determinedly looking foreword at the Head Girl but occasionally she would look over at her ex and his new girlfriend and her expression matched that someone going through painful torture. Trust me, I knew what extreme torture looked like. My Grandparents had several gruesome paintings in their parlor depicting people in various stages of agony (through Cruciatus or the like). Grandmother said they only kept them for sentimental reasons, and if you couldn't already figure it out I made sure I never pissed them off too much.
I remembered how three weeks before school ended, every one was abuzz over their break up. I was sitting in the Great Hall looking over some final exam notes while Tamsin was whispering to our friend Frank Zabini.
"Blimey, after two years… in the middle of the halls?" Frank asked, generally Frank gave less than a rats ass about school gossip, but he seemed to be looking for a distraction from reviewing.
"Yeah! I was on my way to charms, there were loads of other people in halls too." She said, her eyes glowing, how they always did when she retold a particularly exciting story, "He stopped her in the middle of the hall, I didn't hear exactly what he said but I got the gist. Then he patted her on the head and walked away."
Frank Snorted, he wasn't exactly a romantic, then again neither were any of us.
"Who are you two talking about?" I said finally resigning myself to join their conversation.
"Rose and Lysander, why do you care Scorpius?" Tasmin asked. My eyes automatically flashed to the Gryffindor table. Rose sat in her usual place amongst her cousins and friends right in the middle of the table. She seemed to be laughing at something her cousin Lily said seemingly unaware of all the glances in her direction as more and more people in the Great Hall learned about her broken love life.
"I don't, I was just wondering why you two were blabbering about two people who have absolutely nothing to do with you." I sneered. Tamsin, deciding to ignore my statement, turned back to Frank.
"I suppose it kind of sucks if your related to celebrity royalty when everyone is always up in your business." Tamsin said thoughtfully, I was startled at the sympathy her the words implied. Tamsin despised the entire Weasley and Potter clan, "But that's what you get for being stupid enough to go out with someone who would break up with you publicly."
Ah, there was the Bitch Tamsin I knew. We continued to eat breakfast silently while looking over our notes.
"Okay, so the last announcement is that this final project for the 6th years will determine whether or not you get to be a Head next year."
Mary had finally finished her long speech which had lasted over an hour. I was itching to get up and go back to my compartment with my cousins and friend but after her final statement I forgot everything momentarily and asked, "Wait, so you mean whatever we plan this year will have a direct impact on our Head status next year?"
Everyone who was dozing off suddenly became very alert at this comment, except for Lysander who seemed to have recreated Michael Angelo's David with nothing but a bit of spearmint gum and his tongue. In direct contrast his brother, Lorcan, stood up straighter in his chair and his hand (thankfully) fell away from the Belby girl's.
"What about our other duties?" He asked her while furrowing his brows, "Do they weigh in for our Head position?"
Of course he, Lorcan, would care how all of his duties affected his future plans of becoming the Head of Magical Law Enforcement. I knew that he planned on becoming Head boy, and up until three months ago our plan was to be Head Boy and Girl together. Unfortunately his desire to end our relationship effectively shot that plan in the arse. I knew his chances were good for being Head Boy but then again so were Malfoy's (as much as I hated to admit it). Since I first became a Prefect Professor McGonagall made it clear that I was most probably going to become Head Girl thanks to my perfect grades and the tutoring program I ran. Now that I knew which two candidates would most likely be my fellow Head, the idea of being Head Girl didn't seem so cheerful.
"Yes, and so do teacher recommendations so don't slack in classes either." Mary said sternly. I could easily see why McGonagall had wanted her to be Head Girl. She was the same mold of stern and fair. I wondered if Professor McGonagall saw herself in me too.
"Can we work in teams?" Joan Goldstien, a Hufflepuff, asked.
"Yes," Mary said blinking rapidly, "In fact... I think that working in a partnership is an excellent idea. So that way we know that when we choose our Head Boy and Girl, that they already can work together. So all you 6th years who are planning to apply for a Head position, find a partner by monday for our next meeting."
I quickly caught Lysander's eye, he smiled at me and held up the tiny David in his palm. I shook my head and laughed.
"Now all of you go back to your friends. We have a couple hours till we get to Hogwarts." Mary said waving us all away.