"Where's Amanda?"
Angelina looked at Susan
"She missed Herboligy again, that's 3rd time this week and not like her"
"She's in bed"
"Still?"
"Yeah, not feeling well, flu I think"
Angelina sniggered
"I hope she didn't catch is from Flint"
Susan schussed the taller ebony girl
"Oliver still doesn't know which Marcus it is so let's keep it that way"
Stopping Susan saw that Angelina was weirdly pale taken her complexion into consideration. Turning she saw the Scottish Captain within earshot and clearly the recipient of news he would and should rather have been without.
Oliver rushed past the girls, Susan Bones making a feeble attempt to stop him but he shrugged her hand off his shoulder. Grabbing a Slytherin he demanded to know where the Quidditch Captain was at present time and got the answer he already expected.
"Quidditch Pitch"
Susan watched Oliver barge out the main doors before she turned her heel and ran up the stairs, Amanda had to get out of bed now, it was truly life or death.
Slamming the door open she rushed inside and pulled the curtains to Amanda's bed but it was empty, looking under the bed she got up again, looking around puzzled.
"Amanda, where are you?"
Walking out of the bathroom with a glass of water in her hand she gave the redhead a strange look.
"What's the matter?"
"Oliver found out!"
"Found out wh-"
Amanda went pale
"No – please no!"
Frantically she pulled out some clean clothes and started pulling them on while Susan, between sobs, tried to tell her that it was all an accident.
"It doesn't matter now"
Was the last thing she said before bolting out of the dormitory, taking two steps at the time descending the stairs. Deciding that the sideentrance would bring her to the Quidditch Pitch faster she flung the door open and jumped the few steps down onto the grassy path that would lead her to the towering structure. Storm clouds were gathering and the first few drops landed hard on the ground as she willed her body to go faster.
Oliver spotted the larger Slytherin on the grass in the middle of the pitch, holding his broom while looking at a small tactical model floating in his hand. Looking up to the gathering clouds he muttered the spell to turn the model off before stuffing it in his pocket. As he turned a blow hit his face, sending him crashing to the ground. In seconds Oliver was over him, straddling him while raining punches over him.
"My baby-sister?"
He screamed as the first rolls of thunder broke through and a lightning followed closely after, lighting up the dark thunderclouds.
Marcus pushed him off with some difficulty, aiming a kick in his chest which resulted in a wheeze and a cough before the Gryffindor got to his feet. Both starring at each other before Oliver pulled out his wand Marcus followed but a bit more hesitant.
"Why?"
Oliver screamed at him, the storm raging around them. Marcus glared at him.
"Because I could!"
The first spell flew past his ear and jumping to the side another just missed him. Aiming his wand at the young man in front of him he was still hesitant but as a stun hit him square in the chest he fought it off before returning the fire. Moving around each other like tomcats reading eachother up, looking for the right time to attack Oliver roared
"You don't deserve her!"
Marcus laughed
"She came to me – willingly!"
Oliver screamed
"Lies!"
Reaching the Pitch Amanda sped up though out of breath, reaching her brother she placed herself in front of him, facing Marcus
"Leave him alone!"
Marcus sneered
"He attacked me, I'm only defending myself"
Oliver pushed Amanda out of the way and fired another spell at the Slytherin which was rapidly returned. Getting up Amanda pushed Oliver, trying to break his focus on the other Captain.
"Stop it!"
"Amanda, go away, I'll handle this!"
Screaming at him she punched his chest
"There is nothing to be handled, leave him alone dammit!"
Marcus laughed
"How cute, your sister is defending you Oliver"
Amanda spun around
"Shut up – this is all your fault!"
"Come on, you loved it!"
Oliver shot another spell at the Slytherin at that remark
"You sick bastard!"
"Stop hiding behind your sister and let's settle this like real men!"
"Shut up Marcus!"
Grabbing her brother's arm before he could fire another spell Amanda looked her brother straight in the face
"Please brother, I love him!"
Feeling like he had been hit by a thousand stuns, Oliver starred at his baby sister in disbelieve, the color drained from his face before he turned, not a word and he headed back to the castle. The rain had soaked them all to the bone but none of them felt it. Amanda watched her brother leave and knew that this was the last time, in a long time, she would speak to him, this had and would put their blood-bond to the test if it was not completely destroyed. Feeling a hand on her shoulder she shrugged it off, turned around and pointed her wand at the Slytherin. He gave her a puzzled look as he moved closer.
"You do?"
Amanda laughed, a cold and toneless laugh.
"Don't be daft, I would rather lie to my brother, making him believe that I love you than see him dead or in Azkaban for killing a piece of shit like you!"
Pocketing her wand she turned and headed back to her dormitory and to her friend whom she knew would be waiting without judgment.