Disclaimer: I own the idea for this boring chapter, but I don't own any of these characters (except for the hottie Spencer Thomas), JKR does.
A/N: I got a gold medal in an improv tournament today, albeit that we didn't actually have any competition, we were playing against 7th graders and the medals were given out by grade (I'm in 8th). All in all, it was a good day. And I know all of my recent chapters have been super, super short. And I'm also sorry that this one is a filler. Don't forget to review!
Chapter 9: Impatience
I checked my watch and saw the time, 6:45 pm. I didn't have time to see any other memories; I hardly had time to get to the Great Hall before dinner started… I definitely needed to eat something with more substance than a granola bar. I resolved that I wouldn't tell anyone about this place until I finished with Grandmum's memories. I also decided to find some excuse to come back to The Memory Room, as I had discovered it was named, sometime soon.
Two days later, we, of course, played the brilliant prank of having fish jump out at everybody. The idea was mostly Louis', because he told us that April Fools in French is "Poisson d'avril" which means "Fish of April". He's not exactly sure why April Fools involves fish, but he says it does and so we believed him. Of course, after I discretely mentioned the idea of a name, then of course suggested the Marauders Third Gen, because our parents would have been the Second Gen, everyone was on board. We needed a way to make the whole school know who we were, so Scorpius, who is considered family since he and Rose actually started dating the day after my first encounter with The Memory Room, well he was always kind of family because his best friend is Al, suggested forming it in the stars at dinner. We all agreed that it was a brilliant idea.
So the prank was pulled, and it went exceptionally. Everything was done perfectly. The only thing that was wrong was that the next two weeks passed by incredibly slowly for me. I spent all of my courses waiting for the next Quidditch practice so that I could find a way to get back to The Room.
Luckily, Merlin liked me this week, because my excuse came in the form of the hottest boy in fourth year, Spencer Thomas. Spencer Thomas just so happened to be a year older than us, and who also happened to be the son of my dad's former room-mate while he was at Hogwarts, Dean Thomas. Lucy has had a crush on him ever since we saw him the first day we came to Hogwarts and she sat down beside him and he congratulated us. He has short brown hair and a brown tint to his skin, with the 'dreamiest eyes the world has ever known' according to Lucy. But anyway, he finally asked Lucy out, which meant that she would be going to Tuesday's Quidditch practice because Spencer was on the team.
Though it felt like the first week went by slowly, the second week was even worse. Every one that I usually hung out with had a boyfriend. Rose had started dating Scorpius, and Lucy had started going out with Spencer, even the ugliest girl in our dorm had a boyfriend. This wasn't fair! I needed a boyfriend! Except I had two older brothers, so no one would ever dare ask me out because of fear that my idiot brothers would hurt them. Anyway, so I had no one to hang out with who didn't have a boyfriend, so I ended up spending time with Lucy and Spencer. They were all lovey-dovey even though they had only been dating for like three hours. To make it even worse, when Lucy wasn't with Spencer, she was talking about him! I was so desperate, that by the end of the week, I was spending my free time with James and Fred. The James who is my brother, and threatens to break any boys leg, arm, neck, wrist, you name it and he's said it, if they so much as take two steps in my general vicinity. Sometimes, I really hate my brother! But whether or not I despised or loved him, I still spent nearly three whole days with him and my cousin who is nearly as obsessed with "protecting me". When they were in third year, every time Al wrote us, James had a new girlfriend… and Al wrote us quite a lot. But either way, spending time with the two most idiotic people in my family was pure torture! I was tearing my beloved hair out Monday night.
I made it through the week and on Tuesday I went back to The Memory Room.