This chapter is for Isa_Of_Loare. It was her review that got me to post this faster.
Chapter 4 – Confrontations
Hours later, Midnight lay on her bed with the hangings closed, waiting for the dreadful letter her parents were without doubt going to send. The door of the dormitory creaked open and two girls walked in. Midnight opened her eyes and watched their silhouettes walk past her bed.
"Oooo," One voice pretended to whisper, though it was obvious she knew Midnight could hear, "Black's hangings are closed."
"I know," The other voice fake whispered back, "I wonder what she's doing?" Midnight narrowed her eyes and used her feet to open the end hanging. Sat on the two beds across from her were the two girls. Midnight immediately knew this type of girl; just by the way they were sat. The type that flocked around her sisters, then called them behind their backs. The type that would let any boy do whatever they wanted to them, just to seem 'cool'. Midnight wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Do you want to say that to my face?" Midnight's question made both girls spin around, revealing heavily made-up faces and terribly died blonde hair. The one on the left, with a slight touch of ginger to her hair, giggled and said,
"Like, no." Midnight raised her eyebrows, and was about to close the hangings, when,
"Sarah Bagshaw," Midnight looked at the girl on the right, who was now looking at Midnight expectantly.
"What?" Midnight said, her brow creased in confusion.
"My name," The girl replied, "I thought you might want to know my name."
"Ashley Smith," The other girl caught on, after Sarah shot her a look. Midnight just shook her head at them and began to retreat back behind her hangings again.
"We know who you are, of course," Sarah gushed, "Midnight Black, sister of Bellatrix and Narcissia." Midnight raised her eyebrow,
"You talk like you know them," She stated, before beginning to turn away once again.
"Oh, we do," Sarah was determined to keep the conversation going, "Well, sorta. You see my cousin's boy friend's best mate's sister is in Slytherin." She glowed like it was some kind of actual connection to Midnight's sisters.
"Right, and that makes you know my sisters, how?" Midnight replied, before yanking the hangings firmly closed and lying back once again.
"I can't believe that Potter...he's took it too far this time...he's utterly crossed the line." What seemed like hours later, Midnight instantly recognized the voice of Lily Evans and saw three figures walk into the dormitory.
"Come on, Lils," A second voice answered, "It wasn't even that bad, and it was on Slytherins." Midnight felt the speakers eyes drift over to her bed as they spoke.
"Got a problem with Slytherins?" Midnight said, as she drew back all the hangings and threw her legs off the bed. On the bed next to her were three girls: Lily Evans, tall, red-headed and mudblood; a girl Midnight knew to be Charlotte Greenway, short, mousey and slightly twitchy and a girl who Midnight didn't know the name of, but had seen her in the corridors. The mystery girl was African and sported long, braided, died blonde hair that streamed down her back. Raising a well shaped eyebrow, she was about to retort, but,
"I don't!" Sarah called out across the dormitory, referring to Midnight's earlier question about Slytherin. Midnight turned her head - and felt the other three girls do the same - and gave Sarah a look, which plainly said 'Shut it'. If Sarah didn't understand that Midnight made it a lot clearer by saying,
"Shut up, Bagshaw." Muttering to Ashley, Sarah retreated and Midnight turned her attention back to Evans and co.
"I see you've met Sa 'n' Ash," Evans said, wrinkling her nose as she spoke, "I sure you'll get along. They're just like you, no brained sluts." Midnight snatched her wand from her bedside table and jumped to her feet in one fluid motion, aiming the wand at Evans' chest. Evans and her friends immediately mimicked these actions, causing Sarah and Ashley to try and come to Midnight's aid.
"Oww," Ashley moaned cradling her hand, "I broke a nail." Midnight just waved her and Sarah back, before returning her attention to the impending duel.
"Firstly," Midnight smirked, much more used to the duelling situation than the Gryffindors, "Before I hex you to oblivion for insulting my house, and hex her for insulting me, I need to know your name." She stared pointly at the African girl as she spoke.
"Jameelah Patil," She replied, her wand hand shaking slightly. Midnight's smirk widened, and she was about to raise her wand and hex Jameelah, but
"Duel!" The girl's heads all snapped around to see the heads of Potter, Lupin, Sirius and their mousey friend poking around the dormitory door. Evans groaned and her two friends smiled knowingly, whilst Sarah and Ashley screamed on the other side of the room. Midnight watched the proceedings with a raised eyebrow and kept her wand pointed at Evans.
"Oooo, Evans," Potter said in a sing-song voice as he sauntered into the room, "I didn't think you were one to break school rules." He gazed at Evans, making her blush.
"How did you get in here, Potter?" Patil asked, her eyebrow raised.
"Seven years at Hogwarts and you think we hadn't found a way round the charm on the stairs?" Sirius asked, entering the room himself, "You under estimate us, Jay." Patil frowned and looked back at Midnight, who was still ready for a fight, even though the Gryffindors had lowered their wands.
"Still gonna' hex me?" She mocked, raising her eyebrow at Midnight. This made the boys realise who Evans was preparing to duel. Potter's hand immediately went into his pocket, Lupin and the other boy took a step back and Sirius' eyebrows went that far up his hair hid them.
"You insulted my house," Midnight replied, switching her wand's aim to Patil, "That's second only to insulting my family to me." Sirius snorted and Midnight glared at him.
"They've trained you up perfectly, haven't they?" Sirius smirked. Midnight rolled her eyes.
"Who are they?" She said, turning towards Sirius, but keeping her wand on the girls. Sirius' wicked grin widened,
"They are your..."
"Obnoxious, self-obsessed, blood-crazed family," Sirius continued as though Midnight hadn't interrupted. Midnight narrowed her eyes, but didn't turn her wand on Sirius.
"I thought insulting your family was the worst thing anyone could do, Black?" Patil asked, her eyes twinkling wickedly. Midnight shrugged and looked at Sirius.
"You haven't got very good friends, have you?" She asked, though it was more of a statement, "If she wants to evoke the famous Black temper. And if I'm right in suggesting you boys haven't brought your wands with you, well..." Midnight left the sentence hanging, her smirk widening. Sirius and James' widened eyes were enough to confirm Midnight's suspicions and her smirk widened even more.
"Now, Patil," Midnight said, returning her attention to the girls, "I'm going to let that one go, only because of the fact I'm really too tired to hex you right now, but if any of my family were to find out, I promise you, they won't be as nice." Midnight smirked and turned on her heel, ready to return to her bed, just as an eagle flew into the room. Midnight's eyes widened, as the bird landed on her bed and held out its foot, which a letter bearing the Black family crest was attached to. As Midnight stood staring, Potter jumped forward,
"Oooo, now what's this, Black?" He smirked as he jumped forward and grabbed the letter. Midnight's wand arm moved that fast, that the air whistled,
"Give that back," She whispered, her wand aimed directly at Potter's chest. Her eyes crackled with an intensity that would have made any other person cower.
"Why should I?" Potter smirked, waving the letter around a bit.
"Give it her back," Sirius said, his eyes picking up the fire in Midnight's eyes. Potter raised his eyebrows at his friend, but didn't give the letter back.
"Potter, give it back," Evans said, her rule obeying side coming through. Potter looking at Evans with a sickening longing.
"Only if you'll go out with me, Lily?" He said, smiling at Evans, who blushed furiously. Potter's eyes widened, but before he could reply, Midnight cut across him,
"If you two have finished romancing," She said with a raised eyebrow, "I'll have that back." Midnight plucked the letter from Potter's now slack hand and turned on her heel, climbing onto her bed. Closing the hangings, Midnight smirked to herself, as she watched Potter's shadow stare at his hand. Midnight stared down at the letter in her hand and sighed. Opening the letter, Midnight readied herself,
Your sisters have already informed me of your house switch. Your father has owled Dumbledore, telling him to reverse the switch. However, it is most unlikely you will be put back in Slytherin. I cannot express how disappointing it is that you were placed in Gryffindor. Our family has already had enough shame with that blood traitor, but we thought that was over, as your Aunt was so kind to remind me last night.
I am not going to disown you, as it is more that mudblood loving fool Dumbledore's fault, but I warn you, one more toe out of line and you can join your traitor cousin. My advice to you is simple, concentrate on your work, stay away from half-bloods and mudbloods and under no circumstances speak to your Gryffindor cousin.
I have also received word that you and Regulas continue to date and are a beautiful couple. I wish you both the best of luck and if you want any advice I will always be glad to help. I must say I was glad when I heard you have not forgotten your duty as a pureblood woman, to produce a new generation.
Hoping you will heed my words,
Folding the letter up, Midnight felt her thoughts whizzing around her head, taking past events involving her mother and comparing them to the letter. None of it matched. Nothing Midnight knew about her mother fitted with her reaction. Midnight couldn't understand it. Shaking her head, Midnight drew back her hangings and threw open her trunk. Pushing old jumpers and skirts that didn't fit - it was customary that Black girls took their entire wardrobe to Hogwarts - Midnight found her pyjamas, a light blue tank top and deep blue yoga pants. However, before Midnight could straighten up, a voice piped up from behind her.
"It's good to see Lily Evans get put in her place," Sarah said, swinging her hair over her shoulder.
"Yeah," Ashley chipped in.
"If it's so good why haven't you done it before now?" Midnight replied, straightening up and walking towards the bathroom. Sarah seemed to realise Midnight was trying to escape, so she jumped up from her bed and jammed her foot in the door to the bedroom. Midnight still tried to close the door, slamming it into Sarah’s foot. Swearing loudly, Sarah stood back and scowled at Midnight who smiled sweetly before closing the door. Midnight sighed as she looked around the bathroom. It was a stark contrast to the warm and cosy dormitory, the entire room seemed to be made out of marble, with dashes of red and gold towel, here and there.
N/A: I really don't like this chapter, but I had to put in. Review and tell me if you agree or not - I'll always accept advice!
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