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Chapter 6 : VI.
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The classroom was opposite the temporary Charms room (someone had accidentally charmed it into anti-gravity and it was proving difficult to reverse) and currently there were clusters of 6th and 7th year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs all broken up into little cliques in the corridors. Confused, Gen walked over to where Caradoc, James, Sirius, and Augustan were gathered. And while Sirius might think Caradoc had abandoned the team, he was still a great player and if he hadn’t quit James would have never have been Captain, and thus he was still on good terms with the lot.
“Hey, what’s going on?” She asked, shrugging her bag off her shoulder and letting it fall to the ground.
"Two suits of armor got into a row on the sixth floor and McGonagall and Flitwick went to go break it up," explained Sirius with a mischievous glint in his sleepy eyes. Sirius wasn't the only one who looked tired. The majority of Gryffindors gathered in the large corridor all seemed completely beat. Gen herself even felt her eyelids drooping occasionally, long for a bit of rest.
“It was bloody fantastic,” James yawned, his smirk not completely meeting his eyes.
“By the way, you’re off the team.” Gen nodded, it was fair. From behind the three other players Caradoc shot her a comedic wink and a thumbs up.
"You know what would awesome? A suit of armor fighting one of those gargoyles," Augustan dreamed, his eyes lightening up from behind his droopy eyelids as he pictured the violent imagery in his head.
"The suit of armor would win,” said Caradoc with a yawn and Augustan scoffed in disagreement. James and Sirius joined in giving the strengths and weaknesses of the animated objects in a fight while Gen zoned out. They were such...boys.
She looked out the window at the Forbidden Forest. You could tell it was October; the leaves had changed colors from green to the warmer colors of red, yellow, and orange. One particular tree at the edge of the forest was sporting bright purple leaves. Gen was wondering whether a student had done it or if it was natural when Sirius waved his hand in front of her face, snapping her back to reality.
"Sorry, what?" Gen asked, shaking her head slightly and blinking as she came out of her daze.
"Troll verses giant. Who do you think would win?"
"I don’t care.”
“No, pick one.”
“Giant, I suppose.”
"HA!" Sirius said turning to Augustan. Gen guessed Augustan had thus been rooting for trolls.
"So is this what boys do? Get together and argue over which magical creature would win in a fictional battle?" Gen asked.
"No, we can be intelligent and insightful too," said Augustan. "Observe." He turned to James, crossed his legs, and folded his hands on his knees. "James, what are your plans for the Hogsmeade trip next weekend?"
"Well Augustan, I plan on asking my dear Lily Flower to accompany me and spend a romantic day wandering the quaint little town," he said in a posh voice which was rather good, until he yawned and shattered the illusion.
"Dare to dream, mate," Sirius joked.
"Hogsmeade...that reminds me," Caradoc said and he hopped off the ledge he was sitting on to face Gen. "Gen, do you want to go with me? On a date?"
Gen snorted. "Nice try, Doc, but I get your game. You ask me, I say yes, you burst out laughing. You could try it on someone else though." Gen paused then added with a smirk, "Stu would be pretty fun."
"Gen I'm being serious."
"No, I'm --" Sirius began but Gen tuned him out.
"No, you’re not. I know you better than that," Gen said to Caradoc, who walked over to where she was sitting and bent down to look her in the eye.
"You have my one-hundred percent honesty guarantee. Will you go to Hogsmeade with me?" He asked as Gen looked into his warm, chocolate irises. She broke the gaze for a moment and caught Sirius' eye.
"Okay," Gen said and looked back at Caradoc. "Yeah, I'd love to."
Caradoc smiled at her and behind him, Gen watched as Sirius' mouth opened slightly and James punched his back, making Sirius close his mouth and scowl. Gen was smirking when Caradoc stood up and helped her up as well.
Sirius shot her a tiny glare and she smiled innocently at him. "What?”
"My apologies, students," said Professor McGonagall as she walked swiftly down the corridor, whipping out her wand and unlocking the classroom door.
"Hurry in, now. We have a lot to do in very little time," she said and rushed the class in.
Gen waved goodbye to Caradoc, who was being herded into the Charms classroom, along with the other 7th years by Professor Flitwick. Gen took a seat next to a shy Hufflepuff. Sirius and James took seats in front of Gen, with Augustan off to the side. Sirius grabbed a chair that wasn't being used and pulled it next to him. He threw his legs up on it, resting them there like a stool.
"Mr. Black I am simply delighted that you actually showed up for my class but that does not give you permission to fall asleep in my class, so feet down," said Professor McGonagall from the front of the class.
"Ah, but you see, Professor, at yesterday’s game I injured my leg and I need to keep it elevated," said Sirius. McGonagall glared at him for a minute before giving in.
"Very well. Everyone let us turn our books to page 146 and begin reading."
Quickly into reading the first paragraph, Gen started to doze off, her thoughts enveloping her. She couldn't help but smile to herself when she thought of Doc. She always had had a small crush on him, miniscule, almost obsolete. But as a teenage girl, she couldn’t fight the giddiness of a real crush, a real relationship.
Another plus would be the jealousy factor with Sirius. But that posed quite the problem. It was extremely possible she could end up falling for Caradoc. He wouldn’t understand, he’d think she was crazy if she found out. Was this little Sirius shit worth it? Was it -
"Miss Leveque?" McGonagall asked, interrupting her thoughts.
"Erm, can you repeat the question?"
"When untransfiguring a partially transfigured object, what theory or law should be applied?"
"Gamp's?" Gen guessed.
"Incorrect. Fifteen points from Gryffindor for not paying attention and an incorrect answer."
Damn it, she really didn't need this right now. She needed to get out, maybe talk to Emmeline. Yeah, that was what she needed to do. But how to do it...
The easy way would be to ask to use the bathroom, but that wasn't any fun. Gen thought back all the way to her first year and the protocol speech McGonagall gave to the new students:
"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."
Gen marveled as she remembered how terrified she had been. Now, the teachers weren't much to fear, nor was getting kicked out of a class.
Let the messing around commence...
"Merlin Sirius, you look dead," Gen whispered to Sirius, who did actually look dead (or at least passed out), with his legs propped up on another chair and his head resting on the desk.
Sirius mumbled something in reply but Gen could not decipher it. She kicked Sirius' chair.
"What time did you go to sleep last night?"
"Gen, would you please just shut up. Please."
Gen gave a tiny laugh enjoying his annoyance. "Nope. Not until you tell me," she said in a low voice.
"Whose mumbling?" the McGonagall demanded as she turned around to find the culprit. "Is it you, Gomez?"
Professor McGonagall narrowed her eyes at the class before going back to the lesson.
"I don't know, Gen," answered Sirius, once the coast was clear.
Gen kicked his chair again and giggled. "Up late with a lady of the night?"
"It's coming from around there!" Professor McGonagall whirled around with a wild look in her eye, indicating to the area they were sitting in. Everyone stayed quiet waiting for her to turn back to the board.
“No,” Sirius growled.
Sirius groaned and Gen opened her mouth to speak but was cut off as the McGonagall came crashing through the aisle, pushing Sirius' legs aside and towered over where Gen was sitting
"Ms. Leveque, it's you! How dare you interrupt my class? Go wait out in the corridor until class is over, I’ll deal with you then."
A chorus of taunts came from the class as Gen slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out into the corridor.
Gen really knew people way too well. She knew that James would tell Sirius about her reaction. She knew that under normal circumstances Caradoc would have been joking about Hogsmeade. She also knew that McGonagall was way too uptight and after having to deal with something as silly as a row between two suits of armor she probably animated herself would explode at the slightest disturbance, which she did.
Gen waited by the door for about thirty seconds before bolting toward Gryffindor tower to locate Emmeline. Her best friend was usually in the common room or the dormitory, doing homework, sleeping, or just enjoying the free period she obtained ever since she dropped Care of Magical Creatures.
“Em! Em, Em, Em! EM!” Gen yelled running up the stairs to the girl's dormitories, skipping every other step.
"Whoa, hey, what's wrong? What's happened?" asked a worried Emmeline as she jumped off her bed to meet her best friend in the middle of the circle of beds.
“Doc," Gen panted, "asked," pant, "me out."
A triumphant smile spread across Emmeline's face. "I knew it! I knew it! Can I do the I-told-you-so-dance? Oh please, I'm so good at it!"
"What? No, stop. This is not good," Gen said as she walked over to sit on her bed.
"Yes it is. Caradoc asked you out! Do honestly want me to believe you don't like him? You’re a good actor, I'll give you that, but not that good. You like Doc, Doc likes you. I’m surprised he waited so long to do it. What could be wrong?" Emmeline asked with a puzzled look on her face.
"One word, the noun not the adjective: Sirius."
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