Here's eleven! I'm a rather impatient person, so I've decided to try my hand in Carina working with Hermione more and speaking to her more, possibly finally growing able to forgive her after a while (though not straight away). And yes, she has violent reactions to anything involving someone she cares about, especially Hermione. :P Don't forget to review!
Carina bolted from the room, leaving Hermione standing there as she made her quick escape, unable to stand it any longer; she cursed that Hermione could figure her out, that she could see how Carina had tried to be rude to avoid answering her questions.
That in there was exactly the situation she had wanted to avoid, and it felt as though her heart were beating out of her chest as she came to an old, empty and near hidden classroom and sank to the floor inside, leaning her head against the wall and closing her eyes. She tried to calm herself down and clasped her shaking hands together, attempting to take more even breaths.
The touch of Hermione's hand was still lingering on her chin, and Carina wished that she hadn't followed the other girl and gotten herself into this mess; she had gotten frustrated and admitted outright to her worry for the bookworm, and she regretted it. What had happened to not seeming weak?
The minute her facade had dropped and the bookworm had gotten in close, it had sent her heart racing and she had been unable to think, unsure if she should try to bolt or not; she had been so nervous back there and had tried to scare Hermione off, but she had not backed down and instead gotten even closer, forcing them to lock eyes and sending Carina's
The raven haired girl let out a breath. She was ridiculous, following Hermione Granger around and defending her at every turn, but it was as though she just couldn't help herself.
"Oppugno."
Ron Weasley batted at the birds swarming him, yelling, "Geremoffme!" but it was no use,for they did not stop in their assault until he had swatted them all out of existence.
From inside the classroom, as Carina peered around the corner, she could hear a faint, choked sob that could only belong to Hermione; her eyes flickered over to Ron, and she could feel the rage building inside her.
Hermione was crying, causing Carina's stomach to twist uncomfortably at her pain, before she felt the anger rise once again.
HE had done this, and he needed to pay; in one swift motion she found herself shifting and lunging for the boy, sinking her teeth into his leg. He let out a cry of pain and began to frantically hit at her as she snarled furiously, not seeming at all bothered by the blows as she gripped his leg tighter.
The final blow, however, struck her on the top of the head so hard her head spun, and she was knocked aside as Ron sprinted away, not looking back; she got to her feet with a grunt and shook her head to rid herself of the stars she had been seeing, before she slunk into the classroom.
The blood dripping down her snout smelled coppery, just like any other blood, but it seemed that Weasley's in particular tasted horrible; disgusted, she stopped trying to lick it away and growled at Harry, who seemed to get the message and left.
Hermione stared at her with tear stained cheeks and red rimmed eyes; Carina's heart clenched slightly at the sight as her fury died down, and she sat on her haunches and attempted to mentally prepare herself for the confrontation that was sure to come.
Carina sighed deeply and ruefully rubbed her head, which still stung a bit; she had had worse, though, so this was easy to handle.
Sometimes I wish things were still as they were. Then, maybe they wouldn't be so complicated.
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Christmas was approaching fast, and Carina was the only one not getting into the festive mood as she rested her chin on her hand, bored with the lesson they were learning in Transfiguration; she had already changed her eyebrows several colors and back in the time it took McGonagall to explain the spell to the others, and now she was merely watching her fellow students work.
It was amusing to see that Ron had accidentally given himself a handlebar mustache, and she noticed Hermione laugh rather unkindly at him.
He deserves it anyway.
Except, the boy did not take it all well and retaliated by doing a cruel impression of the bookworm jumping up and down in her seat everytime McGonagall asked a question, causing Lavender and Parvati to giggle and Hermione to be on the verge of tears again. When the bell rang, Hermione rushed from the room and left half her things behind, leaving Harry to gather them and follow.
Carina's blood boiled, and just as McGonagall left the room, she stormed over to Ron's desk as he began packing his things, the bimbos she shared a dorm with waiting for him, and slammed her hands down on the wood hard. The three jumped and Lavender and Parvati even shrieked.
"What was that?" demanded Carina furiously.
"He was just having a bit of fun," sniffed Lavender, obviously feeling braver with Ron around to 'protect her.' "And besides, Granger laughed at him, so she deserved what she got."
The raven haired girl dug her fingers into the desk, gritting her teeth. "What?"
"She deserved it! Poor Won-Won made a mistake and she laughed at him!" Parvati carefully backed away, obviously not dumb enough to get involved in the conflict and slipped from the room. Lavender huffed slightly, before smiling a bit too confidently. "Besides, I think his impression was very accurate."
Carina forced herself not to deck the girl then and there and leaned forward, until they were almost nose to nose; the other witch sprung back, disgusted.
"Gross!" she cried, looking as though she were going to vomit. "She just tried to kiss me!"
Gray eyes narrowed and dark brows rose. Was she really that thick? "As if I'd want the likes of you."
"Disgusting! Won-Won, did you see that? She just tried to—"
Carina grabbed her by the front of her robes and jerked her in close. "You listen well, you slag—" There was a gasp, and from the corner of her eye she could see Ron's ears turn red. "—I don't want any part of you, nor will I ever." She released her, and when Lavender raised her hand for a slap, Carina effortlessly caught the other girl by the wrist tightly, causing her to shriek. "Get out, before I show you just how frightening I can be."
The venomous finally seemed to break through to the blonde, for she rushed from the room as quickly as she could.
Carina stalked up to Ron, wand sliding from the holster. "And you." She stood dead in front of him, teeth bared and not at all afraid of how he towered over her. "Unless you want to lose that leg this time, I suggest you stop making Hermione cry."
"She started it," began Ron hotly, only to receive a silencio, and he furiously mouthed obscenities at her.
She smiled cruelly, and a mocking brow rose. "Someone's got a filthy mouth. Here, let me clean it for you—scourgify."
His mouth filled with bubbles and he gagged, drawing his wand.
"Flipendo Tria." Ron went flying back into the wall with such force, she thought it would break his back. She had hoped it would, but she was not quite done yet. "Calvorio, Densaugeo." She cocked her head as he lost his hair and his teeth began to grow at an alarming rate, much like Hermione's had once. He was still choking on soap as well, which she found amusing as she stepped as close to him as she could. "Never do that again, Weasley. If I catch you, if I hear about it, you'll regret it; I'll make Voldemort seem tame."
She made to leave, but before she did she called over her shoulder, "Oh, and you may want to get to the hospital wing quickly, before your teeth get too big for your body."
His eyes widened, and he scrambled away from the wall, holding his teeth and appearing to be silently moaning in pain as she left.
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Carina arrived just in time outside the bathroom, and she caught Luna patting Hermione on the back as Harry stood awkwardly nearby.
Luna noticed her first and tilted her head.
"You did something to Ron again, didn't you?" she said knowingly, though not unkindly.
"Cursed him," confirmed Carina.
Luna sighed lightly. "This happens quite often, you know."
"The last one was weeks ago, thank you very much."
"I remember." Silvery eyes twinkled with amusement at her protests, and she stepped away from Hermione, pulling Harry aside to speak with him privately.
The raven haired girl leaned against the wall beside Hermione and regarded her carefully, realizing now that she needed to stop running from her problems and instead face the girl she just couldn't keep her mind off of. She let out a breath. "You alright?"
"I'm fine," muttered Hermione, and a lone tear trailed down her cheek; on impulse, Carina gingerly brushed it away with the back of her fingertips. Brown eyes snapped up to meet hers immediately, and the raven haired girl hastily pulled back; she hadn't thought about what she was doing. Hermione furrowed her brows. "Just...just peachy."
She stole my line….
"So," Carina began slowly, unsure of what to say. "I attacked a prefect. Again."
"What did you do?"
"Scourgify, Flipendo Tria, Calvorio, Densaugeo." Instead of properly answering, she merely listed off the spells that she had used, causing Hermione to raise her brows.
"You did all that? For me?"
Carina made to scoff, but stopped herself. "Yes."
"You'll have detention for a month."
"I know."
"You'll get a lecture from Professor McGonagall."
"Probably."
"You're barmy." Hermione shook her head, but there was a faint smile on her lips. "Thank you."
"For the record," Carina crossed her arms and peered over through her hair, blowing it from her eyes. "He's an arse, anyway."
"Oh really?" The bookworm seemed amused now, no longer as downtrodden as she had been.
The raven haired girl shrugged. "Arse, tosser, prat...you name it, he's it." She quirked a brow, feeling rather proud of herself for not running or making a snarky comment yet.
"I see." Hermione was actually smiling now, and Carina couldn't help but stare. "Really, Carina...thank you." She paused. "Does this mean you're forgiving me?"
There was silence for a good few moments, and the younger witch looked away; the smile faded.
"It means..." Carina said finally, sighing deeply as she kept her gaze trained on the wall in front of her.
"Carina!" interrupted Luna, skipping over with a beam on her face. "Harry asked me to the party just as friends! We need to go talk about what to wear!"
She had cut in on an important moment, but Carina couldn't be angry, seeing her that happy, and merely let out a soft laugh as the blonde took her hand and began to drag her away, causing her to laugh again, louder this time.
As they passed by Hermione, the raven haired witch paused for a moment and leaned in close, heart racing and the previous smile not completely wiped off her lips.
"It means you're coming with me to the party," she finished, and she could see Hermione start to smile as she followed Luna away.