Author's Note: I am sooooo sorry I haven't updated this story but my Sirius Black story was just getting started and I was drawn to it. I know this chapter is short but it's good and I think worth it. Review please!
Chapter Ten: The Highest Point
”Ms. Winchester! Pay attention!”
Rolling my eyes and biting my itching lip, I ignored Professor Snape’s orders as I had the last five times and continued staring blankly ahead. It had been nearly three weeks since Oliver and I returned to Hogwarts. It had been nearly three weeks since we had kissed each other mad and numb. It had been nearly three weeks since we stopped talking.
“Ms. Winchester, if I have to ask you one more time-”
Yes, yes, Grease Ball, you will give me a detention. Big surprise there.
Why had we stopped talking? Well, in my defense I will say only this: it was all Mr. Oliver I-Think-We-Should-Lay-Low-Because-I’m-A-Gryffindor-And-You’re-A-Slytherin Wood’s fault.
“THAT’S IT! MS. WINCHESTER, DETENTION TONIGHT!” roared Snape, a tinge of color rising in her sickly pale cheeks. “NOW GET OUT!”
Sighing, I stood and purposely let my book bag swing wide and into the bronzer-caked face of Katie Bell and ignoring the pleading look on Oliver’s deadbeat face. As she tumbling to the ground wailing and clutching her nose, I walked out of the dank dungeons and up to the ventilated Entrance Hall only to meet up with the two people you never want to cross paths with in an empty corridor.
“Oi, look Fred! It’s ickle Stelli!” joked George Weasley. How peachy. I brushed past the twin, uttering dark words under my breath.
“What a colorful vocabulary, eh George? asked Fred. He and George jumped in front of me, creating a human barricade. I snorted.
“Real mature, boys. Stand in front of someone. Original,” I said derisively.
“Well, thank you, Mrs. Wood. The compliment just got you admittance to the first floor!” exclaimed Fred as he and George stepped out of my way and scurried away behind a statue of a humpbacked woman.
Maybe it was a whale.
Shaking the potentially futile debate out of my head, I made my way to the third floor where my dorm and my empty bed awaited my homecoming. I was only steps away from unlocking the door when Fred and George jumped out from behind an alcove.
“Keep that colorful language to a minimum, Mrs. Wood!” squealed George in the same hysterical fashion as that batty Divination teacher.
A fraud, is more like it. Remember she said someone would join your life and change it forever? Everything looks shitty and hell-like to me. What rubbish, really. Thank Merlin I dropped out of that class. I mean, she-
I shook my head again. What was with these side conversations with myself today? Anger rising, I punched George in the shoulder, my eyes glazed with abhor.
“Stop. Calling. Me. That.” I hissed through gritted teeth. Fred and George glanced at each other, intrigued, yet vexed looks on their faces.
“Once you’ve helped me,” said Fred. “You see, I have girl problems. So being the amazingly handsome and brilliant man that I am, I knew I had to ask another girl about my said problem. But then I had another problem. Which girl? I mean, there’s got to be a couple hundred girls here who all want me but I had to find someone smart, not in love with me, easy to mess with-“
“Get on with it, Weasel!”
“No need to make it personal, geez, Estelle!” he upbraided. “So, after a long night of blowing up toilet seats, raiding the kitchen, and setting Lee Jordan’s tarantula free in the Prefect’s lounge, I thought ‘who better to ask than Estelle?’ So here we are, standing outside your dorm, waiting for you to blow up-“
“Okay, okay! I…IhavetofindawayforAngelinatoprofuseherloveforme!”
With an irritated shriek, I pushed the both out of my way, silently charmed my door open, and sent a death glare to each of the twins.
“I HOPE YOU DIE IN A DITCH AND YOU’RE NEVER FOUND!” I screamed before slamming the door.
“Geez, someone is SMPing.”
“It’s not SMP, you dolt. It’s PMS!”
“Is- wait a minute…I GOT IT! I CAN GIVE ANGELINA A TRUTH POTION! THANKS ESTELLE!”
As their footsteps clanked further and further away, I slid to the floor, my bag’s contents rolling out and about just like the insides of my body. I sighed and involuntarily closed my eyes. It seemed to be the only thing I did these days.
“Ms. Winchester, you’re late for detention! Does reprimanding you have no effect? Are you even listening to what I’m saying now? Ms. Winchester! MS. WINCHESTER!”
“Yes, I hear you, professor,” I muttered curtly, hoping Snape’s yelling would desist along with my growing headache. He snarled and glared at me contemptuously, ignoring the Weasley twins’ game of Exploding Snap.
“I have half a mind to-“ Whatever Snape had half a mind to do (seeing as he doesn’t have a full mind available to cook up a devious little plan), I would never know because someone whom everyone least expects to see in detention. I seriously think time stopped.
Gryffindor Quidditch Captain-Lady’s Man-Straight ‘O’ Student-Scottish Gentleman Oliver Wood.
My jaw was not the only one to drop slightly. Snape’s eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets, the Weasleys left their game forgotten, and some fourth year Ravenclaw girl who was obviously overcompensating walked into a stool and flipped over it, landing with an awakening thump. Time started again and we all jumped along with it. Snape took Oliver’s pink detention slip, swooped down on the twins and smacked them each with a book, and barked at the girl to stop drooling.
I took the seat towards the back of the dungeons but closest to the door as Oliver sat in the middle of the room, two desks behind the twins and three seats in front of me. If the Weasleys planned to make an explosion, there was no way in Hell I was going to be relatively close to them. Snape already looked like he wanted to bite our heads off and I rather like my head, thank you.
“You all will copy chapter-“
BANG! SPLAT! BOOM! FIZZ! SQUAWK!
Snape held onto his desk as the school’s ground rumbled. He looked above at the ceiling as if he had x-ray vision to see what had just erupted in what would be the Great Hall.
If there’s a Great Hall left.
“Don’t move,” hissed Snape, his tone clear and icy. He swept out of the dungeons and up to the civilized world. The twins immediately exchanged high-fives and congratulatory words.
“Bloody hell, George, you don’t think Angelina triggered Part Two already-“
“If she did, it makes things even better-“
“How much Veritaserum did you slip her?”
“I don’t really know…it could’ve been either a teaspoon or a teapot…can’t really remember.”
Shouting and more explosions came from above, causing the ground to rumble again. The fourth year girl whimpered and dashed out the door, shrieking something about earthquakes and how you have to get to the highest point possible to avoid the greatest damage. Rolling my eyes, I closed my Potions book and walked tranquilly out of the dungeons behind the now bickering twins; with Snape gone and taking care of Part One and Two of the twins’ plans, I highly doubted he’d return in one piece, let alone within the next thirty minutes the detention was suppose to last.
“Estelle! Wait! ESTELLE!” called Oliver, his heavy footsteps climbing the steep, stone steps.
I quickened my pace blindly; the Entrance Hall, as I learned with Marcus Flint, was not a place for a confrontation. I was almost out of hearing or reaching distance when the twins’ abruptly stopped and I knocked into the back of one of them. Neither moved as I stumbled backward and into Oliver’s strapping, bare arms.
“Estelle, please list-“
I yanked myself out of his soft grip and tried pivoting around the human barricade for the second time that day when Fred stuck out his arm and prevented my from moving forward. I opened my mouth to swear ‘colorfully’ as George had put it before, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw big globs of neon goo falling from the ceilings, capturing students and teachers (yes! It got Snape!) in little, indestructible bubbles and slightly shaking the ground.
“Holy Hell,” uttered George. “She already triggered Part Three!”
“I know! This is bloody ace-“
“So I rounded the whole school here but guess what?” Lee Jordan asked upon his stealth across the Hall. “Angelina is off her rocker like never before! She set our dorm on fire after she began raving about stuff no one but Alicia understands! Mates, she’s on to us-“
“FREDERICK WEASLEY!” bellowed a deep, sadistic voice. At the top of the stairs was a frazzled looking Angelina, her back glued to the goo bubble Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell were imprisoned in. Fred and George giggled, high-pitched.
“Ha! Part Two worked!”
Part Two is being covered in glue. How riveting.
“I’VE ALWAYS LIKED YOU, DESPITE HOW ANNOYING YOU ARE! EVEN THOUGH YOU AND GEORGE ARE IDENTICAL, I THINK YOU’RE CUTER! I COULD JUST WEAR YOUR EYES AS RINGS AND PASS THEM OFF AS EMERALDS! FRED WEASLEY, I THINK I LO- OLIVER WOOD? YOU ARE ONE HELL OF A CAPTAIN BUT YOU ARE SO BLIND AS TO WHAT REALLY MATTERS-GEORGE WEASLEY? YOU’RE DIFFERENT THAN FRED-“
The entire Entrance Hall stared, jaws dropped as Angelina began involuntarily telling people how she felt about them. It seemed as if whoever she saw, she began telling them everything-
I ducked my head and tried casually side-stepping into the darkness and down to the Slytherin dungeons as to avoid Angelina. Merlin only knows what she would say and I’d like to keep it take way. I could feel the wintry atmosphere as I started to slip around the corner, but I was caught.
“ESTELLE WINCHESTER?” screeched Angelina. I froze, my head still hanging and my body semi-bent as I felt around for the corner. “IT’S SUCH A SHAME THAT YOU PUSH PEOPLE AWAY AND HIDE BECAUSE YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL! I WISH WE COULD BE FRIENDS-“
I let out a long breath and felt my body temperature go back to normal as Angelina ranted about friendship and slumber parties. I took a step out of the shadows and, thinking she was done with her tirade, made my way to one of the well-known passageways that make traveling about the castle easier.
Such a wrong move.
“I THINK YOU AND OLIVER NEED TO COME OUT OF HIDING AND JUST TELL EVERYONE THAT YOU TWO ARE MARRIED!”
My heart stopped and my vision suddenly became like a tunnel; this was exactly how I felt when I passed out after beating Flint to a bloody pulp. I vaguely heard Katie screaming, cursing, and banging against the bubble along with a hundred other of Oliver’s groupies. I smelled a familiar cologne and being out of my right mind for a moment, I stood on the spot waiting for whoever was carrying the scent to cover me because I felt nude to the bone. When I realized it was Oliver, I sprinted through the passageway, blindly passing doors to my left and right and ignoring his calls.
The Astronomy Tower, Estelle. It’s the highest point. Don’t let the earthquake eat you up! Don’t let it eat you and spit you back out! Run! Get to the highest point! Jump! Jump!