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Well, here's chapter seven and I probably won't be able to update till Monday because we're going camping today, so chapter 8 will make it's appearance on Monday. Enjoy!
Chapter 7:
Professor Moody threw a Book at my Head
"Now I know why that class is in the dungeons," I said as we come out of the worst potions class ever. "It's a prison!"
"At least we didn't get a detention," Cedric said. So there was some goofing off between us during the class, but Snape didn't give us a detention, he did embarrass us in front of the whole class though!
"Yeah but you did ruin the potion." I reminded him.
"I thought I was supposed to put that in!"
"You didn't even look in the book!"
"You were hogging it,"
"I was not,"
"Yes you were,"
"No I wasn't, Cedric. You were just too lazy to look at the book and you thought you were right, am I right?" Cedric hung his head. "Ha, I am right." I said, smiling triumphantly.
"Since when are you not?"
"I'm wrong a lot of times, actually. It's just that your so predictable." I answered, smiling.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah," we both chuckled a bit. "Come on, if we hurry we can get a seat in the back of the class so Moody hopefully won't notice us."
"I can't, I have that interview remember?" Oh yeah! I could have forgotten? I guess it was because I didn't want to face the fact that I'll have to go to Defense against the Dark Arts alone! And Moody didn't like me.
"Oh right," I said. "Just so you know if I die in that class it's your fault." Cedric laughed.
"You'll be fine," Cedric said, putting his arm around my shoulders and giving me a gentle squeeze. I got that tingly feeling again. What was wrong with me? And why was I getting this feeling? It was starting to drive me nuts. We walked out of the dungeons and went our separate ways.
"See you at lunch!" I called as Cedric started walking away. "And you have to tell me all about that interview!"
"And you have to tell me all about Defense against the Dark Arts," was his reply.
"If I survive!" I could hear his laughter as he walked way. I smiled before running to class. I came to the tower where the Defense against the Dark Arts class was and dashed up the million and one stairs. I didn't know if there was actually that many stairs but it sure did feel like it. I finally reached the classroom and opened the door. Class had already started and there was only one free seat in the front of the class.
"Nice of you to join us Ms. Baker," Moody said.
"Sorry," I said. I hung my head in embarrassment as I took the seat in the front. Great, I was late and I had a seat in the front next to Cho and-to top it all off-the teacher didn't like me at all! I braced myself for the worst class ever.
After Class:
I held my head against the table. I hurt like heck. Moody had thrown a book at me with all his strength just because I was giving my opinion on what he was teaching. He said it was bias. It was an opinion for Pete's sake! I was going to have a headache for the rest of the day now. Thanks a lot, Moody.
"Chloe," I groaned in response. "Chloe, are you okay?"
"No, he threw a book at my head," I answered. "Really hard," Cedric chuckled. I mentally threw daggers at him.
"Why did he do that?" Cedric asked, trying to hold back his laughter.
"I don't know, I was just giving him my opinion and he thought it was bias so he threw the book at my head," I said, lifting my head putting my cool drinking cup against it. I sighed in satisfaction as it numbed the pain. Cedric laughed. I cast a glare in his direction as I rotated the cup on my forehead. "How was the interview?" Cedric's laughing stopped and groaned. It was my turn to chuckle. "Not good I take it?"
"No, she twisted what I said into what she wanted." Cedric answered.
"She being who?" I asked.
"Rita Skeeter, that's who,"
"Oh, well then I'm not really that surprised." I said, placing the base of the cup on my forehead only to be disappointed when I found out that my hand had warmed it up already.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Cedric asked.
"Rita Skeeter always twists the truth," I answered, looking around for something cool to put on my head since it started pounding again. "She's always twists it into the juiciest gossip, I guess you could call it, something to please her readers." I continued. "I wonder if the pumpkin juice still cold," I said to myself under my breath as I reached for the glass pitcher. I lifted it up and placed it on my head. "What did she say about you?" I asked curiously, as the combined efforts of the glass pitched and the pumpkin juice inside worked together to clam my aching head as the great hall's volume increased.
"She called me a pretty faced charmer who couldn't get a girl," I couldn't help but laugh at that.
"Seriously?" I asked. He nodded causing me to laugh some more. "Well, that makes perfect sense since every girl in school has a crush on you," he looked confused at this. Oh come on, he had to know that practically every girl in school stared at him when they got the chance. I rolled my eyes and nodded in my head in the direction of a group of third year girls staring at him and giggling. Cedric looked at them, causing them to look away and giggle some more. Cedric grimaced a little and looked back at me. "You can't honestly tell me you've never noticed them," I said.
"I've never really paid attention," Cedric answered.
"Seriously?" I asked. He nodded and I laughed. We sat in silence for a few moments as we ate. I didn't notice Cedric staring at me. The pitcher of pumpkin juice kept the pain in my head at bay so it was bearable in the great hall. That is until somebody asked for it. I reluctantly handed over and looked around widely for something cool to put against my head as the pain started raging again. I groaned as I put my against the wooden table again, stupid professor. I don't even think you're aloud to throw text books at students.
"Chloe, how bad does your head hurt?" Cedric asked.
"Bad," I answered. "And all this noise isn't helping honestly."
"Maybe you should Madame Pomfrey," he suggested.
"No, no, I'm fine." Uh-huh, yeah sure your fine, every time you open your mouth you feel like you have to puke! Stupid mind just shut up!
"Come on," Cedric said, grabbing my elbow and lifting me up.
"Where?" I asked.
"To the hospital wing,"
"No, Cedric I'm fine really." Yeah, sure ya are. Shut up! "And I still have classes to get to,"
"I'll cover for you," he said. This guy just won't give up will he? I sigh before letting him drag me away, grabbing my bag quickly. The halls proved to be worse then the great hall with all the students rushing to their next classes, stopping and chatting or heading to lunch. I put my head against any cool marble surface whenever I got the chance. All the noise was making my head hurt worse so I was relieved when we finally got to the hospital wing because it was nice and quiet and peaceful. Madame Pomfrey rushed over to us once we stepped inside.
"What's wrong?" She asked, sweetly. I loved Madame Pomfrey. She was so kind and sweet and nice.
"Professor Moody threw a book at my head and now it really hurts." I answered.
"Oh dear, why did he do that?" Cause he's insane!
"I was just offering my opinion," I answered, shrugging.
"Oh dear," she said again. "You go to class Mr. Diggory, I've got her from here," Madame Pomfrey said, putting a hand on my back and directing me towards a bed. I waved to Cedric over my shoulder as he walked out. "Now you lie down and get some rest, I'll go talk to Professor Dumbledore," ha ha, yes! I laid down on the bed and got comfortable. Madame Pomfrey bustled out of the hospital wing and let my eyes close, dreaming of the possible scenarios involving Moody and Dumbledore and quite a bit of yelling.
Well, there's chapter 7. Hope you enjoyed it! R&R!