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After the squabble down on the pitch, Leighton and I once again took our seats surrounded by our piles of books and homework.
It didn’t take very long to finish my essay, animagi were easy to talk about. Too
easy. I could probably make stuff up about them and it would still sound true. But I didn’t.
I was just about to write my last couple of sentences when my pen suddenly ran out of ink.
“Damn it,” I muttered quietly to myself before setting the pen down beside me. I quickly opened up my bag and dug around inside, looking for a new writing utensil, when I came across something else…
That strange envelope I received this morning in the Great Hall.
The one with the writing on the back telling me to open it only when I was alone.
It was the oddest thing I’d ever gotten, to be honest. I rarely ever get letters, unless they’re letters from Father telling me how ashamed or embarrassed he is of me for whatever I’ve done wrong.
I pulled it out and took the time to examine it again; my name on the front, the intriguing message on the back.
This letter was most definitely not
from my father; I knew his angry, frantic scrawl by heart.
I wonder what’s in it, what it says…
I looked over at Leighton to see her still very focused on her own essay and then looked back down at the letter.
Well, I was almost
It was just Leighton with me, if you could call it that. She was too engrossed in her work, pouring over that stupid essay as if her life depended on it.
With how dedicated she is to getting good grades and taking ridiculous classes we don’t really need, I’m surprised she wasn’t sorted into Ravenclaw.
But then again, at the same time I’m not surprised at all.
I mean, she is
a Selwyn. Her family’s blood is probably ten times more pure than my own and they are way higher in status than any Malfoy or Greengrass or even Black.
It’s even said that the Selwyns are very distant descendants of Salazar Slytherin, himself.
Hell, with blood like that, it’s no wonder she got into Slytherin.
But still, she would have been good in Ravenclaw, but thankfully she’s nowhere near as stuck up and prudish as those freaks.
I turned back to the letter.
I could see no harm in opening it.
Hopefully, it was just a normal letter. Nothing to be embarrassed about opening in front of others. I mean, I highly doubt that streamers or fireworks are going to zoom out the moment I open the seal.
Okay, I’m gonna do it.
Slowly, I broke the seal and opened up the envelope and looked inside.
Nope, it looks just like a normal piece of parchment to me.
Carefully, I removed the folded piece of paper and set the envelope down.
Then I took a deep breath, and unfolded it.
I know you said that you never wanted to speak to me again, but you must understand that I never meant to hurt you. I deeply regret my actions from the other night; I should never have forced myself on you like that. I hope that one day you will accept my apology and know that I am truly sorry for what I did.
I know we do not know each other very well but I cannot deny that I have developed feelings for you. I only hope that maybe one day we can be friends.
Until then, sincerely yours,
I reread the letter several times before looking up again.
Leighton was still scribbling furiously as I glanced up at the sky.
The Slytherin team was practicing the same as they were before, except now they were all on one half of the field. I noticed that Ty and Talon were playing a little bit more intensely than earlier, as Talon had promised to show me what the beater position is really like. I smirked as I watched the two for a moment.
Then I turned my gaze over to the Gryffindor team.
On this side of the field, the beaters were girls: Dominique and Roxanne Weasley. Some say they are just as good as the Weasley twins had been, but I wouldn’t know.
Shelley Wood, a seventh year Gryffindor, was guarding the hoops on their side of the field as the three chasers attempted to score a goal. Those three chasers being two boys I don’t care to know the names of and James Sirius Potter.
He was good, I suppose, for a chaser.
From what I understood, they were holding tryouts this weekend for a new seeker.
I looked to my left to see Leighton watching me curiously.
“Hmm?” I asked, nonplussed.
“What’s that you’ve got there?” she asked, having glanced down at my lap where I loosely held the letter in my hand.
“Nothing,” I lied, quickly shoving the letter and its envelope back into my bag. “Have you finished your essay yet?” I asked, changing the topic.
“Just about, it needs some revising first though—”
Suddenly she was cut off by another voice, yelling; screaming practically.
I looked up, confused, only to see first Talon, Ty, and Scorpius, all staring at me wide-eyed and horrified, but the person who yelled my name hadn’t been any of them…
The same voice yelled out again and I immediately knew who it belonged to. It was James. And that’s when I saw it.
One of those bloody bludgers…
Headed straight for my face.
Quickly, without thinking, I shoved Leighton as far away from me as I possibly could. I couldn’t let her get hurt.
It all then happened so fast: I was suddenly scared stiff, unable to move from my seat, unable to think or process what was about to happen…
And then it did.
I’m not even sure if I blacked out before or after the bloody ball collided with my face. Who knows? I might have been so freaked out that I fainted before it even reached me.
Her name was out of my mouth before I could even process the situation.
I had been absorbed in practice with Shane and Regan. It was only by pure chance that I had even glanced around the field at the same time that Roxanne had hit the bludger toward Dominique and Dominique immediately hit it back, harder than she should have.
I watched, petrified, as I saw the bludger pass by Roxanne and continue on its way toward the stands.
More specifically, the exact stands on which Sirrah and her friend, Leighton, were sitting.
Even more specifically, exactly where Sirrah herself was sitting.
It took no longer than a millisecond before I realized that it was going to hit her.
Roxanne had tried to catch up to the bloody ball and failed and then everything seemed to just stop the moment I called out her name.
She had looked up, confused, as she searched for the person who had called to her, and then fear etched its way onto her features as she froze stiff, somehow managing to push her friend farther away but still unable to move herself.
I could barely stand to keep my eyes open, but they stayed open nonetheless, wide and horrified as I seemed to watch the whole scenario in slow motion.
Her brother and friends up in the air rushing toward her; her friend falling to her side, confused; and, finally, the bludger crashing into Sirrah’s face.
Whether or not I actually heard the impact, I could still imagine what it would sound like.
Bones smashing, blood gushing; it was too terrible to even think about.
And it was happening to Sirrah.
I rushed towards her on my broom along with more than half of the Slytherin team. My own team seemed frozen in midair. I was, sadly, ashamed of them as they failed to move and then I heard Dominique make a comment that almost made me turn around and slap her.
“Holy shite! Did you see that?” she called to Roxanne as she flew towards our mutual cousin, not even a hint of concern in her voice.
“Yeah,” Roxanne replied, hesitantly. “You just hit a girl in the face.”
“I just hit a Slytherin
in the face,” Dominique reiterated. “It’s not the same thing.”
“What do you mean it’s not the same thing?” Roxanne argued as they began to follow me over to the accident. “She’s still a girl and you still hit her in the face!”
“Yeah, but she’s a Slytherin. Who cares?” Dominique continued on as if nothing mattered.
I quickly turned around to face her and let her have it, “If you don’t shut up this bloody instant you will never play Quidditch on this team again!”
Oh, I was furious.
feel bad about her actions, whether they were accidental or not.
apologize to Sirrah for this.
God, I hope she’s okay.
I quickly continued on my way toward the scene. As I landed, the boys from the Slytherin team were already there, surrounding Sirrah, and Leighton was standing to the side, looking still very confused and very scared.
I wished I could comfort her, but that wouldn’t look right, not in front of our opposing housemates.
“How bad is it?” Leighton asked, looking terrified of the answer.
“Pretty bad,” Ty called back to her. “She doesn’t look good at all.”
“Someone get Madame Pompfrey!” Talon yelled.
No one moved.
I turned to Roxanne, “Go get McGonagall.”
She looked at me with an expression of shock.
” I ordered, angrily.
She quickly took off, running toward the castle.
“James, seriously, this isn’t your problem,” Dominique spoke up, her voice only slightly cautious of my current temper.
“Yes, she is,” I stated coldly. “And she’s your problem as well.”
“Why?” Dominique demanded, looking flabbergasted.
“Because you’re the one who hit the bludger,” I answered.
“And Roxanne was the one who missed the bludger,” she argued.
“I know that, but Roxanne still has the decency to care
. You, on the other hand, obviously do not.”
“James, she’s just a Slytherin. Why does it matter?” she asked, defiantly.
“Because I said so,” I spat back at her.
I was too pissed off to argue and, eventually, she recognized that.
“Tell the rest of the team they can go, but you stay,” I demanded.
She huffed angrily and nodded, heading over to where the rest of our team had landed.
I then made my way over to the group hovering over Sirrah.
As I got closer and found ways to see through the cracks, I could already tell it wasn’t good.
In fact, it was absolutely gruesome.
I couldn’t even believe that such an awful thing could happen to such a beautiful girl.
I can’t even describe the damage that damned bludger did to her pretty face.
What if she wasn’t the same after this?
What if she wasn’t beautiful anymore?
What if she didn’t make it at all?
I couldn’t even allow myself to delve into such thoughts. I couldn’t imagine a world without the stubborn, rude, yet overly gorgeous girl that I was falling for.
I didn’t know what to do or how to help, I don’t even think I could bear helping them lift her away from the broken bleachers where she had once been sitting calmly, studiously working on some bit of homework.
“What’s happened?” an authoritative voice suddenly broke through my tangled thoughts along with the murmurs of the Slytherin team and Leighton’s cries.
I looked up to see Headmistress McGonagall standing before us. I was surprised that Roxanne had managed to get her here so quickly.
“My sister was hit by a bludger, Headmistress,” Scorpius stated as he approached the older woman, his tone and appearance both completely calm. He didn’t even seem the least bit upset over this terrible tragedy.
“Hit where, exactly?” The matronly woman asked curiously, having not yet seen the damage.
“In the face,” the other boy, Zabini, answered; his voice rough and uneven.
Well, at least someone else is just as upset as I am. Although, maybe not. If someone were to question me about what had just happened I’d probably be shouting all over the place. It took all my strength to just stay silent.
As Zabini spoke, McGonagall stepped closer and I watched as her eyes widened in shock as she gazed down at Sirrah.
“Oh dear,” she spoke softly, in surprise, as she slowly took in the scene.
Yep, it definitely wasn’t good.
It was all around me.
I couldn’t see anything.
But I could hear.
Unless I was imagining it.
But I thought I could hear crying, a girl crying… and somebody was tightly holding onto my hand. I could hear shifting, movement, it seemed as if I was surrounded by people, but I couldn’t see who.
“Leighton, come on,” someone suddenly spoke up. “Sirrah’s going to be okay; you heard Madame Pompfrey, she’s gonna be fine.”
The voice belonged to Ty.
Ty was here!
And so was Leighton!
“But what if she’s not okay?” Leighton asked, sobbing loudly. “What if there’s brain damage?”
“She’s not going to have brain damage,” someone else stated, a male. He sounded really determined, like it wasn’t Leighton he was trying to convince… but himself…?
“How do you know?” Leighton asked, still crying.
“Because,” the boy said in the same strong yet not-so-strong voice. “Sirrah’s a tough girl. She’ll get through this just fine.”
Hey, I know that voice!
And I sensed he was the closest one to me. He was probably the one holding my hand, too, because it definitely wasn’t Leighton, her hand wasn’t this big, nor do I believe that she would be so steady. You see, this hand was strong and still. If Leighton were holding my hand right now… well, judging by her crying, she must be trembling, which means her hand would be trembling as well.
So, to conclude, it was definitely not Leighton. And since it seemed Talon was closest, followed by Leighton, and Ty after her… well, then it surely wasn’t Ty, besides it seemed like he was busy trying to comfort Leighton. And I doubt it would be Scorpius…
In fact, where is Scorpius?
“Talon’s right, Leighton. It’s not like Sirrah’s never been hit in the head by a bludger before. She’ll be fine.”
There he is!
And I got a hit by a bludger?
I think I remember that.
I remember someone, James, shouting and seeing the bludger coming straight for me…
But it hit me in the head? How could it have managed that when I was facing it perfectly? What? Did it whirl around my face and aim straight for the back or side of my head? I certainly know I didn’t move my head myself; I had been completely frozen in place!
I should probably try to calm Leighton down… I mean, I know I can’t see them just yet, but I can
hear them so… maybe I can talk to them!
No, not working.
Maybe I should work on the whole five senses thing first.
Okay, so first off, I can hear.
And I can’t see… or talk.
Can I move?
Can I feel myself?
I don’t feel much.
Maybe I should try something simple.
I can feel Talon’s hand in mine… now, can I squeeze his hand at all…?
“Hey,” Talon suddenly perked up. “Guys, I think she just squeezed my hand!”
“She did?” Ty asked, sounding curious, surprised, and a little skeptical.
Okay, good. Now, do it again.
“She did it again!”
Now if only I could get the rest of my body to work.
“Sirrah?” Leighton asked, also sounding surprised, her heavy sobs finally dying down.
“Sirrah?” Talon then repeated. “Sirrah, can you hear me?”
“I can hear you just fine.”
Jeez, let me figure this out on my own time.
“Sirrah!” Talon exclaimed.
“What?” I asked, annoyed.
Wait a minute… am I speaking?
Did I say those things out loud?
“Talon?” I asked, hesitantly.
“Yes!” Talon replied, sounding uber excited. “I’m here.”
“Hi, Talon,” I stated, sarcastically. “Ty, Leighton, Scorpius. What about Kenny? Is he here?”
“I’m right here, Sirrah,” I heard Kenny suddenly speak up. He sounded farther away, like he was in the same general direction as Scorpius.
“She’s awake!” Leighton exclaimed happily.
“Okay, hold up here. Before you guys start jumping for joy, I have one little problem…”
“What is it?” Talon asked.
“I can’t see.”
I heard Ty scoff. “That’s because your entire face is covered in bandages,” he answered. He sounded a lot like he was trying not to laugh.
” I yelled. “Why is my entire face covered in bandages?” Letting go of Talon’s hand, I quickly raised my arms up to gingerly touch my face with my fingertips but instead of skin I only felt those bandages they were talking about.
This can’t be good.
“Oh no!” I shouted, suddenly terrified. “No no no no! Please don’t tell me that bludger rendered me blind!”
“You’re not blind, Sirrah,” Scorpius suddenly spoke up, his tone bored. “You got hit in the face with a bludger and so Madame Pompfrey had to magically reconstruct your face, but she says you’ll look just as you did before the accident.”
My entire face reconstructed? Are you serious!?
Okay, okay. Calm down, Sirrah.
You’ll look just like you always have.
No real harm done.
Wait a minute.
“So, if my entire face is wrapped up, how can I speak?” I asked, curious.
“Your mouth and jaw weren’t as damaged as the rest of your face and Pompfrey was able to fix it up with just a few simple healing spells, everything above that though… well, it was pretty bad,” Kenny explained.
“But you were damn lucky it wasn’t any worse than that,” Ty added in.
“Oh, yeah. I’m just so lucky, aren’t I?” I asked, sarcastically. “I bet everyone wishes they could have their face bashed in by a bludger, huh? Aren’t you all just super jealous?”
“Well, she’s still got her cutting sense of humor… I think Madame Pompfrey’s right, she really will be as good as new,” Ty laughed.
“Ha ha,” I said derisively. “Everyone laugh at the girl who currently has no face.”
“Sorry, S, but it is
kind of funny,” Ty added, laughing some more.
“Mhm,” I stated angrily. “So, how long have I been out?”
“All bloody night and half the day,” Scorpius replied, sounding annoyed that it had taken me so long to wake up.
“Seriously?” I asked, surprised. “What time is it?”
“Lunch time,” Ty answered this time.
“Well, then why aren’t you guys at lunch?” I asked, confused. “You should eat; you’ll have class again soon.”
“Actually, McGonagall gave the five of us the day off,” Ty explained.
“Really?” I asked, shocked again. “McGonagall was here?”
“Mhm,” Ty replied. “She figured we’d all be too distracted worrying about you so she excused us from classes. Honestly, though, I think the only reason she did it was because Leighton, here, has been crying since the moment you were hit.”
“Well, then why didn’t she just give Leighton the day off?” I asked, thinking that would be the most logical decision. The boys didn’t seem so bothered by my injury. Well, except for Talon anyway.
“Because to give one person the day off in the midst of four other people would be rude and unfair,” Scorpius answered this time. “Besides, someone
had to watch after Leighton before she went into hysterics. She’s been convinced this whole time that something would go wrong and she’d lose her best friend, whether it be to death or brain damage…”
I considered this.
“Okay, I guess you have a point.” I surely wouldn’t want Leighton alone if she’s been crying for over twelve hours. “So, what happened exactly? Who hit me?”