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Chapter V – Quidditch
Your predictions about Lily’s behavior proved correct when you arrived a little late for morning potions. Reluctantly, you took your normal seat next to her after apologizing to the professor. As soon as bottom met wood Lily had her arms around you in a hug. Luckily, she didn’t say anything.
You told her you needed to talk to her later on your way to your next class, but not then. She agreed, but you knew that you were both thinking different things. She probably thought you wanted to talk about your nonexistent relationship problems with Remus. What a shock she was going to get.
Later seemed to keep getting postponed. At lunch, Lily was reported to be in the library, slaving away on Ancient Runes homework. You knew she wouldn’t listen to you well now, not when work was needed to be done. She was working during break as well, so you were left alone.
You walked the shore of the lake, balancing you book in one hand as you used the other to hold your messenger bag firmly on your shoulder. You were lost deeply into the adventures of Breo-Saight as she searched for her father’s killers. So deep, that you didn’t hear Jodie come up behind you.
“LACELIN!” She screamed and you fumbled your book, dropping it and nearly losing it to the giant squid. You were frozen, crouched in an odd position, the book loosely held between your hands. Slowly, you repositioned your hands to grab a hold of it firmly and stood up, hugging it to your chest.
“Jodie, you nearly made me lose my book.” you said, turning slowly to face her.
She was grinning widely, as if proud of her accomplishment. “You read way too much anyways, which is why I’m here!”
You raised an eyebrow at her. “Why you’re here? What are you talking about?”
“Harris has gotten himself injured; something about falling out of a tree and shattering his leg. His mother blames it on Quidditch so he’s out of the game. Well, that leaves us with only one beater and we need two beaters or we’re not a complete team!” She said quickly, still grinning.
You had backed up away from her some, as though blown back. “Sorry to hear about that, but what does that have to do with my reading and I?”
“’My reading and I’,” Jodie repeated, laughing. “Anyway, I want YOU to go out for Quidditch!”
“What!” You nearly dropped your book again, so you put it into your messenger bag where it would be safe. “Jodie you know very well that I can’t play on a Quidditch team!”
“Yes you can! Being a beater is not that hard, and it’s not one of the best positions so people don’t pay as much attention to you.” She explained. “Remember when you, Lily, and I all used to play three-on-three Quidditch during Christmas break? You played a good beater then.”
“But then we weren’t playing proper Quidditch, and the only person I was playing against who had ever played a proper game was you.”
Jodie just grinned, as if none of what you had said got through to her. “Uh, so?”
“Jodie!” you whined.
“Lacelin!” she whined back. “C’mon, try out. Give it a shot. What do you have to lose? Please?” she pulled one of the most pitiful begging faces you had ever seen.
Sighing, you nodded. “I’ll try out but I swear I won’t get it.”
“Hurrah!” She exclaimed and turned from you, looking over her shoulder. “Try-outs are scheduled for September 28th. See you then!” She then ran off towards the pitch.
Sighing, you sat down on the bank and stared out into the water. There was no harm in trying out, right? It’s not like you were really going to get the position, there was certainly another Gryffindor more suited for the job that would get it.
Then something hit you. September 28th was the day after the full moon! You were gonna be completely exhausted. Another sigh escaped your lips and you fell over backwards. This was wonderful, just peachy.
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That night you sat in one of the large armchairs in the common room, your book open on your lap. You had been reading for around two hours, waiting for Lily to come in. It was no problem, you had reached the near end of the book and things were getting very interesting in Breo-Saight’s journey.
Finally, the portrait hole opened and Lily walked in, looking exhausted and holding many books with her pot of ink. She sat it all down on the floor and flopped onto the couch, taking a few minutes to catch her breath.
You finished the page you were on and closed your book, looking up at her. “Are you okay, Lily?”
“Yes, I’m all right. Just a little tired from all of that homework.” She sat up and looked at you. Suddenly, she looked surprised. “Oh my gods, Lacey! I totally forgot you wanted to talk to me today!”
“It’s all right, we can talk tomorrow.” You said and smiled at her. As much as you wanted to get this talk over with, postponing seemed like a great idea to you, even though the anxiety would probably kill you.
Lily shook her head rapidly, her flaming locks falling over into her face. She pushed them out of the way and sat at the end of the couch closest to you. “No, we’re gonna talk now. Tell me what’s wrong. Is it Remus?”
“No, not really. It’s something much…bigger.” You said slowly. Oh dear, this was gonna be even harder than telling Dumbledore and Remus put together.
Lily looked concerned, and also curious. “What is it?”
Taking a deep breath, you let it all out. “Lily, I’m a werewolf.” No stuttering, no high pitched voice; maybe you had gotten better at telling the tale.
Lily was sitting there, her eyes wide and her mouth agape. “No, you’re joking with me!”
You shook her head and sighed. “It happened around mid-summer…I was staying at my aunt’s house in the mountains. It’s very beautiful up there, completely surrounded my forest. Well, my brother and I decided we wanted to explore the woods at night. It was a full moon, and the light was so bright outside we thought it a perfect chance to go exploring. Unfortunately, we had forgotten my aunt’s strict warnings about werewolves. I was separated from him and chased down.” You cut off and took a deep breath to calm yourself. The memories of that night were playing crystal clear through your mind. Lily was looking horror stricken and near tears. “My brother was okay, he had run back to the house. But they found me in the morning….” Slowly, you lifted your shirt to your rib cage to show a horrid, blue, black, and red scar on your right side. It was a sickening sight, and caused Lily’s tears to overflow.
Her arms were suddenly around your neck and she was crying into your long black hair. You bit your lip to keep from crying yourself until you realized—this would have been the first time you actually cried about the incident. Before, you had been too horrified to cry. So you stopped holding back and just let yourself cry.
Soon, Lily pulled back and tried to smile at you. “Dumbledore knows, doesn’t he?”
You nodded. “He’s already told me what to do. I’ll be staying in the Shrieking Shack for the full moons.”
Lily nodded, using her sleeve to wipe away her tears. “At least Dumbledore is helping you. He’s such a good man.”
“Yeah.” You said, suddenly finding it very hard to believe that Lily was taking this the way she was. “Lily…you don’t think I’m a monster?”
Lily blinked at you. “What? Of course not, Lacelin! I’ve known you all my life! Just because you’re a werewolf now doesn’t mean you have changed!”
You smiled; you felt so much better hearing her say that. “I’m so glad.” That didn’t even begin to express how grateful and relieved you really felt.
Lily grinned back at you. “C’mon, let’s get some sleep.” You nodded in agreement and followed her up to the girls’ dorm. She had taken the sudden news extremely well, almost too well. You couldn’t help but feel paranoid and think, Has the real shock even hit her yet?
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