I actually wrote this chapter some time ago but never got to editing it.. so sorry :P i was positively baffled by the amout of support this story has received and counting the number of OCs ( i realised its so much more fun writing OCs than reading them) that makes me reaaaally proud- but now i have no idea of where this is going- i lost all of my plans its been so long :P I will try real hard though
thank you everyone again, i will try to update more responsibly
Lots of Love,
Acid xxx
As it was a bright day Adrian, Marcus, Peregrine and Kimberly sat cross- legged outside on the yellowish grass having their lunch.
"Have you noticed that we always have a different girl stringing along?" Peregrine stated taking a mouthful of jelly.
"Pardon but 'stringing'? You invited me, dumbass!" Kim snorted shuffling away from him.
"Sorry, bad choice of words, love. Just you know it was Nyx and the Greengrass girl or Amanda, now it's you." he tried again. She scowled and promptly left.
"Bravo, Casanova!" Adrian taunted gazing after the offended blonde.
"Shush. By the way, Nyx told me to tell Marcus that she's quitting the team for her own silly little girl reasons." Peregrine informed trying to divert attention from his error.
"Fuck! We've got a match on Saturday though. She can't just ditch!" Marcus sputtered he had never considered that outcome.
"Well, she did so we need a replacement, soon." Peregrine shrugged looking around. Miles was striding down to the lawn to join them, a small smile lit his face, they barely expected it to be addressed at them so became distracted from their conversation trying to decode it.
"What's he so happy about?" Marcus inquired when Miles sat down by Adrian.
"Leeds said yes." Adrian declared, "I think…" he added as an afterthought. Miles rolled his eyes, again.
"To marriage?" Peregrine gasped, shocked.
"Don't be stupid! We're dating." Miles admitted, looking the happiest he was in days.
"Mary mother of God, finally!" Marcus laughed taking a bite of his pastry.
"Another girl stringing along." Peregrine grumbled.
"Nope, I don't want her to meet you guys." Miles stated, icily.
"The school isn't that big, she knows us. I'm that charismatic Quidditch Captain." Marcus argued, fanning himself, "Peregrine is the Beater with a fifteen people injury count. And Adrian is the pretty boy. We're celebrities,you know."
"Sod off, we all know you three would get distracted by her tits in a conversation." Miles accused.
"Oh, and you don't?" Peregrine snickered,in reply Miles went scarlet.
"You know who out of her friends I fancy?" Adrian changed the subject,"That polish bird,Alyssa Something."
"Yeah, those two are a real find. Congrats Miles." Marcus nodded approvingly.
"You're incorrigible." Miles sputtered and left.
"First you were an angsty prick, now he is, what the fuck is with your hormones? You two are seventeen." Peregrine addressed Marcus, the unflattering statement provoked a light punch.
"Have you noticed the increase of lesbians among the sixth to seventh years?" Adrian changed topic again. He was watching two girls, a Hufflepuff and a Ravenclaw, snog on the stone bench behind them, one was obviously of Japanese heritage and the other was Amanda's pink haired friend.
"Yeah, I met like four today." Marcus said turning around to look as well. The Japanese Hufflepuff made eye contact and broke away from her girlfriend; she twirled her finger for them to turn around.
"You spoiled it, Marcus! It was just getting heated." Peregrine whined, prodding at his bowl of jelly. A girl in Ravenclaw colours approached.
"Hey Amanda." they said in unison. Marcus was getting slightly annoyed, in her presence he felt exposed as insufferably inane.
"Kimberly said that you two are over." She informed without even sitting down.
"Bloody hell, how do you know Kim?" Peregrine exclaimed, choking on his jelly.
"Well, she's best friends with Tammie Wilson who is a sister to Nicolette Wilson who is dating Robbie, my best buddy. I know everyone, y'know." Amanda bragged looking down at him.
"So she said it's over? Holy fuck, why can't we be adults and talk face to face?" Peregrine cried, running his fingers through his hair, when he overheard Marcus whispering to Adrian:
"You know, I realised Peregrine kind of rhymes with Vaseline."
"It does not! Why can't we all be grown ups?" Peregrine sighed frowning.
"You're one to talk! But fine, I'll think of grown up things like the act that I need a Beater by five o'clock training, today!" Marcus snapped.
"I've got a free period next, I can gather some potentials." Adrian quipped.
"Good! Amanda, you have social ties with pretty much everyone, any help would be appreciated. Peregrine, keep an eye out for strong blokes." Marcus commanded left and right. Then the bell for class rang.
Marcus was carefully copying out Orlando's notes on Muggle Studies. He was however more concerned about the upcoming match against Gryffindor. They now had to find a completely untrained Beater moreover he didn't know how to face Oliver or how Oliver felt about him now, he feared these thoughts would impact his play. Discreetly, Marcus kept an eye out for Oliver but always saw him in the company of the curly haired girl, he noted that she held herself more arrogantly than even he did. He caught himself on playing scenes of her gory death in his head. Very alarming and a very bad sign, he never thought he'd fall down enough to care. But he had to throw Oliver out of his mind, he needed to thrash Gryffindor and regain the honour he lost in the corridor incident even if that meant he had to be cold-blooded and vicious towards the one that he could even be in love with. Muggle Studies professor droned on, he didn't even bother remembering her name, and Orlando wrote in gigantic letters filling the space. They both yearned for a cigarette right now.
"Hello, Derrick. Did you do the homework task?" Alicia beamed as Peregrine rushed into Divination, late and with grass stains all over the front of his white shirt, his jaw was also bruised.
"Of course not. Save me, Spinnet, I beg you!" he whispered and dived under the gaze of Trelawney, who for his uttermost comfort was half blind anyway. Kim turned around to give him a glare but looked away seeing him in front of Alicia on his knees.
"If you pass this to Ad- Pucey, then sure." she stammered and gave him a sealed envelope.
"Of course, Madam. I hate to ask for more favors but what is the name of that tall guy?" he pointed to a wide shouldered strawberry blond boy in the front row.
"He's in your house, you should know." Alicia shrugged playing with her quill.
"Well, I don't. You're a girl could you ask him?" Peregrine pleaded.
"Why can't you?" Alicia nagged.
"He's damn aggressive! I don't think he recognised the celebrity-status Beater in me and punched me when I asked to see his biceps!"Peregrine confessed rubbing his jaw. Alicia chuckled quietly. They conveniently occupied the very back desk.
"But he has a girl, look!" she gestured at the brown haired girl whose proximity with the boy was suggesting something intimate. "I don't want a bruise to match yours."
"Pretty please! Or I'll read your letter." he hissed with a smug smirk.
"Fuck you! Fine, I'll ask at the end of the lesson." she snarled turning red.
"So how about that homework, love?" Peregrine purred staring at his blank parchment.
Alicia ran out of the classroom and slammed head-on into Peregrine smashing him against the wall. When she looked up he saw an imprint of thin fingers on her cheek.
"His name is Lucian Bole." she panted rubbing her cheek, "and Lorraine Ash is a very jealous type."
"Thank you! I owe you one, Alicia." he beamed and ran off.
"Oi,Peregrine! Any luck?" Marcus asked, he was nervously pacing the common room.
"Yeah! I've got the perfect guy! He gave me this!" Peregrine chattered excitedly displaying his jaw. "And his girlie gave Spinnet a bitch-slap!"
"You were fraternising with the enemy?" Marcus sneered.
"A tiny bit. Anyway, we need to find Lucian Bole, he should be in Transfiguration right now." the younger boy informed gathering his Quidditch kit and a few spares.