"Jenna."
Jenna awoke with a start, immediately wincing as her tensed muscles protested. She'd fallen asleep in the armchair, her book still on her legs.
Someone had draped a blanket over her, though… Who had done that?
She looked up groggily at Wyatt as her eyes adjusted to the light. She smiled, although it faded almost immediately when she registered his face.
His skin was… ashen. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.
Jenna sat up, immediately rising.
"What's happened, Wyatt?" She grabbed his shoulders, her heart racing. "What's wrong?"
"Jenna… Jenna, I'm so sorry…" he whispered.
Jenna pulled him into a tight hug, looking around the common room. A few of their housemates were still there, some of them looking up from their homework to see what was happening.
"Come on…"
Gently, she took his hand and led him out of the common room, out to the corridor. They sank down onto the floor, sitting cross-legged across from each other. Jenna was vaguely reminded of when they were children, sitting on the floor of the kitchen playing yarn games in this same pose.
"What's wrong, Wyatt?" Jenna whispered, touching his cheek. "What's happened? Is Mum alright?"
"Y-yeah." He gave a shaky nod. "S'nothing about her… Jenna… It's about Umbridge."
"What… what about her? Did she… Wyatt, did she do something to you?"
"She drugged me. I think. Put something in my tea."
"What? Wyatt, why would you think that?"
"She… she started asking about you. And… somehow…. Somehow she got me to tell her…"
"Tell her what? Come on, deep breath!" She forced him to look at her. "What did you tell her, Wyatt?"
"I told her how you feel, Jen… About what we talked about last night. I… I'm so sorry…"
Jenna felt her jaw tighten, but she forced herself to stay calm.
"It's alright. There's no harm done, there. She'll probably just… blow that off…"
"But you know I wouldn't have told her willingly, Jenna! You must know that!"
"I know, Wyatt. I know. I'm… I'm not angry. It's alright."
Wyatt let out a choked sob, burying his face in his hands.
"That's not the worst of it!" His voice was muffled. "She started hinting around…"
Jenna yanked his hands away from his face.
"Hinting around about what?" she demanded.
"She knows. I don't know how, but she knows… she must…" His voice broke off into more anguished sobs.
"What does she know? Wyatt, breathe!" Jenna pushed the hair away from his eyes. "Talk to me!"
Wyatt's lips trembled as he spoke.
"She knows about Dad." He whispered.
Roger Davies slipped quietly out of the common room. He'd seen the Harper boy come in all upset. He'd seen Jenna take him outside.
He'd always had a bit of a soft spot for Jenna. Not a romantic one, but… he really cared about her. He'd been in the boat with her and her brother when they crossed the lake. Wyatt had been crying, whimpering. Jenna had wrapped her arm around him, reassuring him that everything would be alright, although Roger had seen her trembling with nervousness. He'd envied the closeness they'd shared, and over the years, he'd grown to resent how Wyatt seemed to take it for granted. Now Wyatt was well-adjusted and stable, and Jenna was still that quiet, trembling little girl in the boat.
He heard their hushed voices further down the corridor and tracked them down.
Wyatt's eyes were red and puffy, snot running from his nostrils. Jenna's jaw was tight as she listened to him speaking.
When Roger moved into sight, they both looked up at him.
"What's going on?" He directed the question at Jenna.
Jenna looked up at Davies, at a loss. Had he followed them?
"What's going on?" he repeated, kneeling down next to them. "Has something happened? Does he need to go to Pomfrey?"
"…No." Hesitantly, Jenna shook her head. "He just…" She bit her lip. Maybe she could just… sort of tell him? Only tell him a little bit? "He just had tea with Umbridge."
"The new Defense bird?" Davies frowned. "What'd she say?" Wyatt started to speak, but Jenna cut him off.
"He thinks she drugged him." Jenna lowered her eyes. "Maybe put something in his tea."
"That's… Why d'you think that?" Davies stared at Wyatt. "Did she… like… did she, er, touch you, or…"
"She put her hand on my knee." Wyatt whispered. "But then, she started asking all these questions… and I told her something… something I never would've told anyone." Angrily, he brushed his tears away. "And she knew things that… that she shouldn't have known…"
"What… what sort of things?" Davies hesitantly touched Wyatt's shoulder.
"Things we don't talk about." Jenna's voice took a hard edge. "Things that are best left alone."
Davies nodded.
"Alright…" He squeezed Wyatt's shoulder, but looked like he had more questions.
"He told her I have a crush on her!" she said quickly, hoping to distract him. He stared at her, smirking slightly.
"Well, that's… ridiculous. Why would he…" He trailed off when Jenna's cheeks went pink. "…Oh."
"I feel like a traitor." Wyatt whispered. "She… she must've slipped me something."
"We should tell Dumbledore, then." Davies started to rise, but Jenna grabbed his arm, yanking him back down. "If…. If she did slip you something, we need to report her!"
"And who is Dumbledore going to believe?" she hissed. "A trained Ministry employee? Or a couple of students?"
Davies lowered his eyes, nodding. It wasn't like they were Potter. Dumbledore would believe anything he said.
"Look, just let us handle this, Davies." Jenna said softly. "I appreciate your concern. Really. But… We can handle this."
Davies hesitated, but finally gave a nod and stood back up.
"If you two need anything, though…" he said gently.
"We'll know who to come to." She smiled. "Thank you."
He nodded, walking back towards the common room.
Wyatt gave Jenna a weak smirk.
"I think he fancies you."
"I think you'd better shut your mouth. We've got bigger concerns right now."