Here’s chapter 22, I hope that you all enjoy it. Thank you so much to all who have reviewed and read. I wouldn’t have gotten this far without you.
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Charisma Price and Lily Potter
“Remind me why my stalker likes me?” Lily complained, kicking off her shoes and putting her feet on to my knees.
“Because you’re smarticle?” I offered, turning my Divination text book upside down, attempting to make something of the constellation that Professor Crazy had told us to learn.
We had run from the common room, taken ourselves down a few floors and stopped at the library. Let face it, it’s the last place that anyone would think to look for the young Lily Potter, Rose maybe, but not Lily.
“Is that even a word?” She asked, making another magically animated dove with what was the pages of my Charms homework.
I shut my book. “I don’t know look it up.” I smiled. “I’ll go and get the dictionary.”
Lily looked up from her text book. “You can’t be serious.” She asked astonished. “Smarticle, is not a real word. It is one of the many that has originated from your mind.”
I smiled smiled. “Along with you’re the cooliest.”
“That should never be repeated.” I looked up at Lily and burst into laughter. When in a library, it’s not the best idea.
We hid our faces in our books, attempting to avoid the gaze of the crazed librarian. Her name’s Madam Pince or something. She has a lazy eye and I’m pretty sure that she also has a moustache. I tend to look away you see. Her library rules; no eating, no laughing and no smiling, I am sure that she would enforce no breathing if she could.
“Charisma.” Lily said quietly once we had calmed down slightly. “Are you feeling alright?”
I looked up from my book. “Fine, why?”
“No reason.” She said with a shrug.
Having run from the common room no more than ten minutes ago, I was already puffed. The moon was up soon, my energy was shot. James has promised that he will be back this time, but I feel as if he’s lying. He doesn’t want to be there. I don’t blame him. Who would want to be with a monster like me?
My face suddenly faltered as I thought of it deeply. I had never put the situation to much thought. Last full moon, my parents had died by the hands of a cult of werewolves, who knows what could happen this time.
Taking my head out of my book, I looked to the left and caught my reflection in the library window.
To me all I could see was a boring old me. A tired looking girl with huge circles under her bloodshot eyes, a small bruise formed on her forehead from where she had fallen from her bed the night before. It was unlikely that I would ever sleep properly again. I keep running possible scenarios through my head. How the werewolves got in and out, why they attacked no one but my parents, it was as if they knew what they were doing.
It was my hair that finished it off; it was huge, un-brushed and looked as if I was wearing the hat on my head, aka, the dead animal. Lily saw my gaze. She took her own hair from its band and pulled my locks back in to a bun, folding it over so it stayed remotely put.
“Charisma, you’re so deep in thought you look like you’re having a stroke.” I just stared blankly.
“I’m thinking about boys,” I lied.
“Boys!” Lily said, slamming her hands on the table. “What do you have to worry about boys? You have one of the hottest in the school after you and the rest as your friends. You may like the one who’s a bit of a tosser, but he’ll come around.”
I felt a little taken back, Lily had never been that blunt before. “I guess you’re right.”
“Honey, I’m Lily Luna Potter, I’m always right.” I screwed up a page from my text book, ripping it from its hold and throwing it at my friend. “I you want, I’ll talk to James for you? Do the simple thing?”
“NO!” I shouted, standing up instantly, knocking my chair back and getting an amazing amount of glares and shh’s directed my way from surrounding tables. I’m startled at the reaction myself. “Don’t talk to him; you’re right, things will come around.”
“Why don’t you want us talking to him?” Lily asked, leaning over the table in an interested sort of fashion. We stared at each other in silence before her eyes opened wide in realization. “You think he’s gay!” She shouted as I disagreed and unintentionally gaining the entire libraries attention.
Everything was silent for the first time since the moment we entered the library….well … that was until the moment that Lily decided to pick up the gigantic Astronomy book that she was using and throw it full pelt across the table, scattering the books that were once on it and heading straight for me. Using my chaser skills, I dived from my chair, unfortunately allowing a little second year Hufflepuff to be smacked by the book as my replacement.
Was looked horrified, my eyes full of disproval. Where as Lily was attempting that look but was momentarily over taken by amusement, her eyes glistening and her mouth twisting in to a smile.
The librarian lady stormed over, crinkly hands on hips. “I will not tolerate behaviour like that in my library.” She practically hissed. “Never in all my years has a student ever used physical movements to express their emotions.” She paused. “Never.” With all of this hissing I was worried that she was on the verge of exploding.
We hid our smiles and slowly stood up carefree while she continued to shout. “How dare you–place of study –terrible behaviour-“ She lectured as I zoned out. I didn’t seem able to concentrate, my attention was any where but where it should be. Would James really stick by me? The next thing I realize I am being dragged out of the library by Lily.
“Did you just hit a second year,” I asked, “With a text book?”
Lily shrugged. “It was only a Hufflepuff.”
“Hang on-“ Dixie had arrived. “What’s this about Lily attacking a Hufflepuff?”
Kyle and Drew ran after her, Kyle grabbed her shoulder as she reached the two of us and pulled her back. He stood in front of her. “Dixie, leave.”
She snorted. “Excuse me?”
Lily and I were stood, mouths hanging open, shocked. Lily had a hand on her hip; I stood with my hands shoved in to the front pockets of my dress. Two buttons were just below my shoulders, pinning the shoulder straps to the rest of the material. I had on a pair of clear tights, simply for the reason of warmth. “Did he just tell her what to do?” I muttered to my red head companion and she nodded, shocked.
“I’m thinking we should go and get some popcorn.” Lily whispered back, resting her head on my shoulder. We giggled and I put my head on top of hers, our hairs colour merging in to one.
“No,” Kyle stated simply, pulling Lily away from me. “Lily, what are you doing?”
“Being me.” She dismissed. “We’re running to escape my stalker – and James, he’s being a twat.”
Dixie snorted once more. “You can say that again. Kyle, get out of the way.” She tried to push the bulky boy from her path. He didn’t budge. “Okay, all I can see right now if your back,” no answer. “It’s going to be a painful back after I jab my wand in to it.”
He did nothing. Only one action, glare at me. I took a step forward, trying to prize a struggling Lily from his grasp. She groaned and bit his wrist; he only shook her off a little. “Let go of me you big poof!” She exclaimed, returning to gnaw at his wrist. He pulled back, letting Lily go. She sucker punched him in the stomach and he hunched over with a gasp.
“MERLIN!” Dixie exclaimed. “Kyle, are you ok?”
“Yes.” He dismissed.
“Lily, what’s come over you?” She asked, her eyes wide with shock.
“Me?” She countered. The two of them continued to bicker, Kyle not taking his eyes from the floor. Drew stood alone, leaning against the wall behind them the group.
His hair was flipped over his eyes in its usual manner, his grey hat still in place. His arms were folded, alike Kyle, his eyes were on the floor. I didn’t dare look back to the guys behind me, I could still hear their bickering. Kyle’s voice was absent.
“Drew?” I said quietly, in my softest voice. He didn’t even flinch. “Andrew, are you alright?”
He ignored my question and answered it with one of his own. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Tell you what?”
“You know,” He said with a shrug. His eyes full of emotion, one I did not recognize. “I just don’t understand.”
“Under stand what?” I demanded. “Why is Kyle being like that? If you tell me, I can help you.”
I placed a hand delicately on his shoulder; he shrugged it off and moved away from the wall. “Why you?” He asked, the cryptic aura of his words was really starting to upset me. “Why? Why out of everyone in the world did they choose you?”
“Drew.” I consoled, my eyes welling up with tears. I could feel Kyle’s gaze boring in to my back. He stepped away from my touch once more. “Did I do something wrong?”
He couldn’t answer; it was as if his eyes spoke for him. He was hurt, upset, angry. I couldn’t place my finger on anything. Why did they dislike me so?
He slid off his hat and with a shaky hand; he pushed it down on to my head. “It’s yours.”
“Drew,” I called as he walked away. “Drew!” He was un-reactive as he walked away. I turned to the others. Dixie looked as confused as I. “What did I do?”
Lily shook her head. “Kyle, you wanna explain?”
“There’s nothing to say.” He growled, his voice suddenly became something from a horror film. “I may not be perfect, but at least I’m not a monster.” His eyes turned to me and my breath caught.
“Kyle.” I gasped, a tear falling from my face.
I bravely took a step forward, using every ounce of my Gryffindor courage. I suddenly had an inkling of why they seemed so off. The question was, how did they find out? I reached out a hand to touch him, lord knows why I wanted to, but I was sure this was the last time I would ever be able to.
I walked towards him. “Kyle, listen to me, pl-“
"Get away from me!"
"Kyle, you're being unreasonabl-"
Pulling his wand from his robes he pointed it directly to me. “Stupefly.”
What did Kyle just do? :D I am a horrible, horrible person.
Here a little of Chapter 23…
“Charisma, do you have any idea what you do on that night.”
I shook my head for what seemed like the thousandth time. I stuttered out my answer. “James doesn’t tell me, he says tha-“
“That you don’t need to know? That you’re not that bad.” He looked like he was in pain. “Sweetheart, you have no idea what you do. You are so much worse than the average wolf. They just ravage and kill things. You, you –“
Could this get any worse? Not only has her secret gotten out, she has been hexed by her friend (or did he miss, or aim for something else? It’s Kyle, could he really do this?) and now she is being told this? Or am I teasing you?