Yay. More fun times!!!:I Own nothing, with the exceptions of Beth, Jen, Pat, Demi, and Clay.
Some news: The title of this fic is most likely going to change because I personally think it is dumb and somewhat irrelevant. Thank you I love readers. Have fun and enjoy!
The Great Hall was booming as always. Chattering students were seated at tables happily gossiping about some new gossip, probably something by Rita Skeeter. Or so Beth thought. But, as they were walking down the aisle, conversations quieted, girls giggled, and whispers erupted from students in a twenty foot radius of the girls. Knowing that stopping would only cause more attention, the girls hurried to their seat.
Once in their "what they wish they could call safe" haven across Pat, Demi, and Clay, the girls sat waiting for an explanation. When none came, Jen decided to inquire and got only the response: ask Beth. Jen turned her head confusedly to interrogate her friend.
"What? You know what I did!" Beth said seeing no further need for explanation.
"Yes, I know what and who you did. How does everyone else know?" she was furious.
"I might have yelled at a painting last night that the rumors were true."
"Why the hell would you do that! Do you know what this will do to us! You will either be praised for banging Roger Davies, or shunned for ruining his reputation and maybe even his quidditch career. If the press gets a hold of this he might not get to play for the Wimbourne Wasps. I can not believe you could screw this up for him."
Beth's face was flushed, as red as Gryffindor's quidditch robes. She didn't realize any of this, all she could think about last nigh was finding somewhere to sleep and not getting caught by Filch or someone higher up. She looked at her friends, who in turn looked away. Everyone was talking about, her but her friends weren't talking to her. She bet no one would.
She got up and left for class, having lost her appetite. She needed to grab her books any way. On her way up the stairs to the common room, Beth heard footsteps behind her and Professor Flitwick's squeaky voice calling her name.
"Young lady I would like a word with you in my office." He said sternly, looked her up and down, and scurried to his office, beckoning her to follow. It was about a 15 minute walk to Flitwick's classroom (it being on the seventh floor and all), but when the halls are empty and you are being escorted by a teacher, probably to be scolded for something that you are being emotionally scolded for by the whole school, the walk seems much, much longer. The few painted subjects that were there, were whispering as if they were high schoolers who just saw someone cheating on their boyfriend. The only differences here were that this was Hogwarts and Beth didn't have a boyfriend. There were actually a few students here and there, and if Beth wasn't their conversation topic, she soon was.
After they had the whole halls talking about her (which most already were anyway), the two finally arrived upon Flitwick's classroom. The pair made their way around desks and piles of books, only to find their way around to a bookcase. Beth was confused, she had believed that the door on the other side of the classroom was Flitwick's office. Flitwick muttered a charm and the bookcase shrunk to the width of a door. He opened the bookcase-turned-door and proceeded inside, followed quickly by Beth, who was afraid that it might close on her, seeing as it already was.
Once Beth's eyes got used to the dim lighting, she saw they were in what looked like a broom cupboard, "Err, Professor, I don't really feel comfort-"
"Oh, hush now child. We are not having a meeting in a broom cupboard." He tapped four bricks, much similar to the fashion of getting into Diagon Alley, but instead of the bricks moving away, they appeared in his office.
"Oh," Beth stated. "this is much better than a broom cupboard."
Flitwick chuckled as he scurried over to his desk, which was rather large for someone Flitwick's height. Behind the desk were two large windows and a matching door leading to a balcony. Velvety, purple drapes hung on the walls, covering cracked stones and burns. Stars, yes real stars, were speckled a cross the room, yet everything was barely visible because of the tall stacks of books and papers around the room. Beth wondered how a someone could be so messy. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////
"Ms. Howard, you are no doubt aware of the rumors flittering their way around the school- about you." Beth nodded not entirely surprised. "I'd like to discuss with you, the seriousness of your actions. I am aware that young Ms. Cooper discussed with you the negative repercussions that could effect Mr. Davies' future, if the press were to get wind of this. I know everyone has criticized you, including yourself, I hope, and I will not criticize you further. But there must be a punishment, for the-" he coughed, "'actions' you both took part in. Do not worry Mr. Davies will also be punished, for it takes two to, err, tango."
There was an awkward pause in which they both turned as scarlet as most of the books in his enormous piles. Flitwick coughed and tried to bring the discussion back, yet failed to find words. Finally, Beth managed to pipe up: "Excuse me, Professor. My punishment?"
"Oh, yes, of course. Well, naturally detention, but seeing as we don't have many 'cases' such as this it at a heightened severity. So you will be helping Filch on one of his many tasks each evening, for a week. And do not worry Ms. Howard," he said seeing the worry in Beth's eyes, "Mr. Davies will have his own punishment. You may be on your way, class will be beginning shortly."
"Thank you, sir." She said and left towards the exit which she couldn't figure out how to work. Flitwick muttered his charm and Beth was out through another bookcase door.
The walk this time was a lot less awkward, but lonely. She hardly ever walked alone, until lately. She felt as though that night was the dumbest thing she could have ever done and still wondering how it could've gotten out.
Jen was sitting in the common room. It was almost curfew on Halloween and Beth still wasn't in…and one other person she failed to mention to anyone. She was almost finished reviewing and editing her potions homework for the bazillionth time.
The door swung open to reveal Beth and Roger Davies walking through the door ……They were red faced and giggling. They obviously had a "big dinner". Jen spun her chair so the two Ravenclaws wouldn't see her.
"We should do this again sometime." Beth said giggling ferociously. It was extremely apparent that her pumpkin juice was spiked at the feast. Roger helped her to the stairs, where she insisted she could take it from there. He chuckled quietly. Jen couldn't tell if he was tipsy also; Roger was always goofy, but didn't seem the type to drink, but then again, neither was Beth.
They kissed good night (which Beth once again giggled at) and Beth stumbled up the stairs. Roger laughed as he tip-toed towards his dormitory. Once Jen was sure he was in his room, she went up to her room to interrogate. Beth was lying on her bed, fully clothed, staring at the ceiling. Her chest was shaking. Jen walked over to the silently laughing Beth, and motioned for her to follow. The girls walked to the hallway, and blocked the door so it wouldn't close on them, and continued down the hallway, Beth practically bouncing, though her mouth was in a perfect circle.
"Jen? Am I in trouble?" Beth said in a rather loud whisper, forcing down a giggle. Jen rolled her eyes.
"Not completely. I just want the low down."
"But, there are no black guys around."
"Oh my god! How much pumpkin juice did you have?" Jen whispered exasperatedly, at which Beth just shrugged. They made it to their destination: fifth floor, the statue of Boris the Bewildered. "Pine fresh."
The prefect's bathroom opened up before Beth's wide eyes. She'd never seen a swimming pool with bubbles before.
"Ok, stop gawking. Now, tell me everything that happened tonight- well not everything." Now it was Jen's turn to start giggling. Beth was able to calm herself down enough to tell her story. Apparently, Beth and Roger were shamelessly flirting before and during the Halloween feast, where the pumpkin juice tasted where funny by the way. She and Roger must have had five glasses that whole hour.
"Wait- hour? The feast was three hours."
"Well the eating part was only one." Beth had a giggle fit. "Okay, so as I was saying, Me and Roger were having some pumpkin juice when he asked me to help him with his Ancient Runes homework…" Turned out Roger did need help with his homework, but the two started making out after the third sentence. "Thank Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin for the Room of Requirement. There was even a little dispenser that had-"
"I don't need to hear the rest. Wow so Davies, huh? I wonder if he did anything with Fleur last year."
"Okay, now I don't want to know that. Who knows what diseases that French hoe-bag was carrying, you know she kissed Ron Weasley." The girls heard what sounded like a small gasp over in the corner, but upon investigation found nothing and dismissed it.
"Yeah, but that was just a thank you kiss."
"Oh please, he was unconscious, there is no way she believed he helped save her sister. That girl wanted to do it."
"If she wanted to do it so bad then why did she go to the Yule ball with Roger?" Jen pushed.
"Oh, stop. C'mon I'm sobering up a little and we have class tomorrow."
Beth turned that night over in her head trying to figure out what could've happened, if maybe the mermaid in the picture was able to do it, or somehow somebody eavesdropped on their conversation. As hard as she tried Beth could not remember many of the details of that conversation. I must have had more pumpkin juice than I thought.