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Hypnotic Avocation by scorpius
Chapter 2 : Speak Up
 
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Speak Up




 



“I’m late, I’ll see you later,” Demetrius shot off like a bullet, his bag clinging on desperately as it flew behind him. I prodded my breakfast and sighed. As the Great Hall began to empty, I began to gather my belongings, not particularly excited at the idea of sitting there alone with a cold plate of breakfast in my face.

“Hi, you’re Charis, aren’t you?”


I whipped around to see a rosy-cheeked girl smiling back at me. “Yes?” I replied unsurely as I examined her. She had long flowing curly blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. Her silver and blue tie was tucked in neatly and her shirt, blindingly white, had been crisply ironed. She could easily define the word perfection. I racked my brain over how I should word my next question without sounding like a complete self-involved twit.


“I’m sorry, um…have we met?” I sighed inwardly, I am a self-involved twit. She was clearly in Ravenclaw, yet I couldn’t recall seeing her.


She laughed lightly, “Not formally no. I’m Sorrel,”


“Hi,” I greeted awkwardly, unsure of what to do. I’ve mainly kept to myself all this time and it was startling and unexpected for someone to approach me with no ulterior motive other than a formal introduction. Typically, the only reason strangers would pay me any heed was because of homework.


“Where are you off to?” asked Sorrel, her smile inviting and her voice charming.


“Just outside, I was going to sketch,” I smiled timidly.


“Would you mind terribly if I joined you?"

“No, of course not,” I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have company. The both of us headed out towards the Great Lake. On the way, Sorrel’s popularity was evident as she waved and greeted at various passing students and teachers.


As soon as we had settled down on the cushiony grass, I asked, “So, how do you know my name?”


Sorrel chuckled, “Through Demetrius, the two of you are close, yes?” I nodded in acknowledgement.


After an awkward silence, Sorrel spoke up, “I suppose you are wondering why I introduced myself?” I shrugged in response, not wanting to seem eager for an answer. I mean, girls like Sorrel generally do not talk to me, they generally don’t even acknowledge my existence.


“Well…I really shouldn’t say but…Demetrius thought it’d be nice if I introduced myself and maybe the two of us could be friends, I mean after all, you are only close with one person…” Sorrel trailed off, twirling her hair distractedly.


I lowered my eyes. Did Demetrius really think that? Was I a nuisance to him? I decided I would give him the benefit of the doubt.

“What’s that you’re holding?” Sorrel questioned as she leaned in.


“Oh,” I glanced down at the coin, that was now resting in the palm of my hand, “It’s nothing,” I smiled, tucking it back in my shirt where it would be out of view and reach.

“I’m sure it isn’t,” Sorrel simpered. Sorrel and I spent the rest of the morning outside, until the both of us had to rush off to class. As I was strolling towards Charms, I began wondering about Sorrel. I still couldn’t quite shake off the guarded and skeptical emotions that I felt when I was around her. I guess, this is what you get when you spend all your time with your male best friend. I really should just relax and give Demetrius some truly-deserved space.


That night, I decided to approach Demetrius about what Sorrel had said earlier. I twisted the piece of paper in my hand nervously as I took a seat next to him.


 “Hey Charis…are you alright? You look…a tad flustered,” He raised one eyebrow, his humorous expression making me laugh.


“I…have a question to ask you…” I stammered, fiddling with a pillow in apprehension.


“Yes?” Demetrius stared at me, quite puzzled as to what I had to ask him.


“Um…you know what, nevermind, I should be studying for my Potions test tomorrow, I’ll…I’ll talk to you later,” I mumbled, hurrying up to the dormitory before Demetrius could get another word in. I breathed heavily as soon as I got to my bed. I am such an idiotic wimp.


* * *


I grabbed another book off the large pile of textbooks I had arranged on my table in the library. It was late, yet I still had a lot of revision to do. The library was fairly empty with the exception of a couple of students. My eyes drooped dangerous low as I carelessly flipped the dusty, yellowing pages. Inhaling dust by accident, I let out a sneeze, which woke me and several other students up. I looked around with a sheepish, apologetic smile and quickly returned to my book, my cheeks burning red. I pulled my sleeves down as I shivered slightly, feeling as if I was being watched. I snuck a peek over my shoulder at the other remaining students in the library, but all of them had returned to their nap. Madam Pince was still hovering from bookshelf to bookshelf, a pile of books floating behind her. I sighed and yawned, I must’ve been more tired than I realized. I wearily tucked my books in to bag and left the library swiftly. I hated walking back to the dormitory alone; the dark, chilly hallways have always daunted me ever since I was a first-year. As soon as I was back in the Ravenclaw common room, I closed my eyes and smiled.

“You’re back,” Demetrius waved. There, sitting next to him, was Sorrel, looking innocent and perfect as usual, her blonde hair framing her heart-shaped face.


“Yeah,” I stared at my shoes uneasily, “I’m…going off to bed, good night,” I murmured before rushing up to the dormitory. I didn’t want to hassle Demetrius more than I already had, that is…if Sorrel hadn’t been lying. No, it couldn’t be possible. Sorrel has been nothing but sweet to me. I’m just imagining things.


I woke up the next morning and was greeted cheerily by Sorrel, tying up her hair with a blue ribbon. I smiled in response and hurried in to the bathroom without another word. After a nice long shower, I opened the door and was surprised to see Sorrel seated on my bed, fresh-faced and waiting for me.


“Well? Come on, hurry up! We don’t want to be late now, do we?” She threw me some clothes and picked up my bag.


“Err…thanks,” I was dressed in the blink of an eye, feeling guilty for making Sorrel wait. The both of us headed down to breakfast, to find the entire Great Hall already filled with chattering, high-spirited students.

“Sorry…for making you late,” I mumbled as we made our way across the room towards the Gryffindor table.


Sorrel laughed, “Oh nonsense! I chose to wait, didn’t I? Besides, we aren’t that late, I’m sure Demetrius is still toiling around in his dormitory doing his hair,” She winked as I let out a small chuckle.


“Oy, I heard that!” Demetrius stood up as Sorrel giggled embarrassedly. In a flash, both of them were already deep in to an apparently hilarious conversation.

“Charis, did you hear that? Isn’t that just outrageous?” Demetrius laughed as I nodded along, pretending to understand what their discussion had been about.


* * *


I tucked my legs underneath me and opened up the book I’ve been dying to read but have never found the time to. I sipped my butterbeer that Demetrius had received from Fred Weasley and had snuck in to the common room.


 “Charis!” Sorrel grinned, leaning over and giving me a hug.
 
I smiled, “Hi,” There was an awkward pause between us before Sorrel took a seat next to me.


“Listen, I hope you didn’t think too much about what I had said about Demetrius, I’m just terrible at wording sentences,” Sorrel slapped herself mockingly as I chuckled.


“Of course not,” I replied, a heavy burden having just lifted off of my shoulders. Sorrel and I spent the rest of the night revealing personal anecdotes about ourselves whilst enjoying the cookies that Sorrel’s mother had sent her. I do believe that a friendship has been formed.

From that night on, Sorrel, Demetrius and I spent every free minute of our time together. It was obvious that Demetrius had taken an immediate liking to her, unable to tear his eyes away from her whenever she spoke. 


* * *


 Oh gosh, I am going to die. How could I do this? I ran through the hallway, down to the Dungeons and burst in to Professor Snape’s room. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to be there. The Gryffindors were lounging around in the corner while the Ravenclaws were chatting quietly. I breathed a sigh of relief and made way through the aisle towards my usual seat next to Demetrius.


“Well, you’re late, aren’t you?” Demetrius taunted.


“Ugh, muggles and their technology…my alarm clock broke, “ I muttered furiously as I pulled out my textbooks. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Demetrius, looking quite distracted as he kept glancing over at Sorrel, who was laughing with her friends whilst flouncing her hair. Honestly, I still didn’t quite trust her.


Just then, Professor Snape entered, his robe billowing portentously behind him and the entire classroom hushed considerably as everyone hurried back to their seats. 


“This morning,” He placed both hands together, “We will be dwelling further in to the Draught of Peace. As some of you might remember, I spoke of this complex potion in the beginning of the year…” Noticing the absolutely perplexed and flummoxed expressions on our faces, he curled his lips and gritted through his teeth, “We should probably refresh…what are the ingredients required in making this…delicate potion?”


A tall Gryffindor raised his hand. I cocked my head to the side and remembered him as one of the Gryffindor Quidditch players.


“Wood,” Snape nodded.


“You would need powdered opal and syrup of hellebore—“


“No,” I hear myself protesting as the entire class twisted their heads towards me, wondering who the hell this girl was.


“No…I mean, yes you need hellebore but…but…you need powdered moonstone, not opal…” I finished my sentence rapidly, aware of Wood’s shocked face at being interrupted by some girl he’s probably never seen before.


Professor Snape cleared his throat and the entire class’ attention immediately snapped back to him, “That is correct, Ms. Schellden, five points to Ravenclaw,”


I looked up, absolutely astounded. Professor Snape was infamous for never giving out points. Demetrius reached over and gave my hand a ‘Good Job’ squeeze as I smiled in return. Throughout class, I could still see Wood glancing over at me, his face expressionless. I felt my face redden with embarrassment and ducked my head further as I continued to scribble down notes from the blackboard.


Never ever ever speak up in class ever again.

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