*Note from the author: 4 years later and I have finally decided to finish the bugger of story! What in the world was I thinking? I have enough characters now for an Agatha Christi novel! Haha, huzza for a challenge! This is a short chapter, but it'll be interesting to see if anyone is still reading my story. A four year lapse can kill interest and I'm very sorry. Time was not my own… in fact, that's still true. But hey, I'm going to try to finish this out. Try? Bah, I can do better than that: I will finish this out, even if I have zero readers! So yeah, please leave a review if you have time: encouragement, ideas, constructive criticism all welcome… and needed, perhaps?
- The Book Fanatic
Chapter XI
Time For….
"Ah!" Scorpius said with a satisfied expression to Rose, "you've finally come to you're senses to beg forgiveness…"
"Not at all," Rose replied with a superior air, "actually I came over to remind you that we have to serve detention with McGonagall in exactly 10 minutes. Wouldn't want to be late now would we?"
"Now see!" Scorpius said, completely ignoring Rose. "This is exactly what I'm talking about, my friends: creatures blathering next to you about who knows what, as if we're expected to reply! That's Hogwarts for you." Malfoy said waving his hand in an exasperated expression while his Slytherin friends snickered at Rose.
Rose rolled her eyes, "Idiots" she muttered under her breath.
"Oh! We have something standing next to us, I see," Malfoy exclaimed dramatically, "I wonder what it could be…"
"Some sort of red haired rabbit, perhaps?" I brave lad offered up as a suggestion to Scorpios.
"Hmmm… not quite a rabbit. More like a giant, fat mouse," Malfoy said starring at Rose as if she were a portrait he disliked in an art gallery.
"I can't see her. I mean it. Sike, your bloody head is in the way!" another boy shouted, craning to get a view of Rose.
"Sit down, fat mouse," Scorpius commanded, pulling Rose into the empty bench space beside him. "On second thought, a closer view reveals a rat, my mistake for calling you a mouse."
"Ooooh! I have pet rat!" the boy named Sike piped up.
Rose was about to slap Scorpius when a better idea crossed her mind, she'd probably slap the Scorp later in detection anyway.
"What would the Grayback siblings think of me?" Rose inquired carefully.
"Hmmm, they'd probably think you'd make a nice side dish with their tea," Scorpius replied.
"Oh, so they're dangerous then?"
"Oh! Loads dangerous! Iontach already ripped off a third year Slytherin's neck!"
"What? No way!" Sike said, his face eager for more, "I thought he only ripped his bead curtains to pieces!"
"Shut up!" Scorpius spat at him and Sike starred bashfully at his fork.
"I've heard that he wanders around the castle at night, waiting for any misfortunate student to become his next midnight snack!" Malfoy eagerly told Rose, the light in his blue eyes flickering with an evil light. Rose laughed.
"Come on Scorpius, we're going to be late for detention!"
Rose stood up dragging a confused Malfoy behind her.
meanwhile…
"Bloody, barking, biting blazes!" Will swore after the nurse gave him a potion to come to from his shock.
"Rose actually talked to the Scorp!" Will shouted, his hands shooting up to hold his head steady, his eyes wide.
"Aye, she's gone completely bonkers!" Al agreed.
The nurse had removed his glass shard and healed up his wound. He spent the last five minutes poring over his dad's letter, taking in each and every word, filled with utter confusion, while the nurse tried different potions to awake Will from his gazed state.
"What's that?" Will asked pointing at Al's letter.
"It's from my dad."
"Did he tell you about the defeating the dark lord stuff?"
"He told me to go to McGonigall and something about memories…"
"Well, what the gravy are we still doing here? Come on!"
Will sprinted out of the hospital wing with Al left running after him.
"Hey! Wait up!" Al huffed, gasping for breath. Will was as dead fast runner.
"Well, catch up then!" Will grinned over his shoulder, gave a laugh, and ran even faster.
Albus was panting like a dog by the time they reached McGonigall's door and Will didn't even break a sweat. Al glared and Will laughed and slapped Al on the back.
"I've been itching to run through the halls for days now!"
"Why in the world would anyone want to do that?"
"It's fun running, really running, through interesting places."
"We've already run to class a few times though!"
"Aye, but it's not the same running on a time limit."
"Right, time limits…" Al muttered, still not understanding.
"What is this?" Will asked casting a glance at a huge bronz bird. "And how in the blazes are we going to reach that door way up at the celling?"
"We need a password, or perhaps we can just wait out here for her to come around."
Al desperately wanted more time to catch his breath. He wanted more time to build up the courage to face whatever his dad had to tell him. He wanted time to think about the Greyback' sudden kindness. What in the world was happening? "Time" Al thought, "yuck."