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Chapter 18 : Nobody Just Plays Quidditch Anymore
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- Haddon W. Robinson
I hadn’t heard from Adele for some time, and I was grateful for that. I apologised to Cedric silently as soon as I came to my room, remembering the darkness in me. How could I do it? Adele was a bitch, no question about it, but she didn’t deserve that. She had lost her best friend, and she knew the game had changed between us. It wasn’t about him and Amy anymore, because that was decided. It was just about dumb pride. Because, reflecting on it now, I could say all I wanted about her, but she came out into the snow to look for me, calling me by my name.
“DA lessons cancelled because of stupid Quidditch.” I hadn’t told any of the girls about my encounter, so I pretty much managed to continue without questioning. Magda helped me focus on my Defence Against the Dark Arts skills, but Quidditch season was beginning, and Angela demanded that we moved away from it. I felt a little deprived, as I couldn’t have all the Harry time that I wanted, but there were still future moments to come up, and I planned on “screwing up” a lot.
George was getting ready for the match with determination. Of course, I was by his side at every practice, though feeling worse about myself every second. There was never a good time. He was nervous about the match, so why make things worse? And Pucey made a point of coming to our practices to taunt the other players, looking around every chance he got. He also would try to make eye contact with George, wagging his eyebrows like he was having some kind of spasm. I put a stop to that after I hexed him so that he eyebrows literarily did spasm.
The first match was against Slytherin so, as predicted, the heat was on. The Slytherin table were shouting over at ours, and the Gryffindors were just cheering at every player as they came over to us. A few people slapped me on the back - how this is a good thing, I’ll never know - and commented on how proud I must be of George. I weakly nodded and looked back at my breakfast with longing.
Just as he was about to go, George leaned in and kissed me, “For luck?”
“Kick some Slytherin arse out there.” I grinned. “I’m counting on you.”
“Nothing to worry about.”
“Come on, George,” shouted Angelina as she walked away from the table. “You can snuggle up with Walters later.”
George bounded off, and I found all of my friends’ eyes on me. “I’ll get round to it,” I huffed.
“It’s making me uncomfortable,” protested Magda.
“Imagine how it is for me, then!” I shot up, ready to go over to the pitch myself. “Look, when things have died down, I’ll tell him. But it’s... not that bad.”
“You said it was like kissing your brother,” hissed Amy.
“Well it’s not really, is it? I do care for him.”
“You just want to get into Oliver Wood’s -”
“Thank you, Bella.”
As we talked towards the Quidditch pitch, we all huddled together, unsure quite what the weather would bring us. Bunched together, all I got was more of how or when I was going to finally break up with George. I looked around, hoping nobody would actually overhear our conversation. Because that would pretty much be as bad as it can get.
Drew. Fantastic. Amy became rigid by this, and we both just began to speed up.
I felt like asking how he couldn’t get the fact that I was ignoring him, but he caught up with us and broke mine and Amy’s linked arms, much to Amy’s dismay. He walked at my quick pace and said, “I just wanted to apologise for Adele. I hear she came out with some heavy shit.”
“It was nothing,” I replied quickly. Oh Merlin, they’re going to kill me for not telling them.
“Well, even so, I’m sorry. I suppose she’s just angry that I want us to be friends. I suppose I really wasn’t involved when you two were at your worst.” Amy scoffed at this, but he easily ignored it. “And it’s stupid really, that this feud’s still going on.”
“It is,” I agreed, “but I highly doubt that Adele plans on being sweet with me any time soon.”
“Perhaps not, but that doesn’t stop us getting along, does it? I mean, you were the one who was looking for me that morning.”
They are really going to kill me.
“I just wanted to find that place. I wanted to figure some things out.”
“What kinds of personal things?”
“The kind where you simply call them ‘personal things’, when it actually means that it’s none of your business.”
“I see...” mused Drew. “So I’m still going to have to work for your attention, aren’t I?”
“You don’t have to do anything,” I answered simply. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go with the Gryffindors. I’ll see you around.”
“I’ll make sure of it.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, because I have a seat free.”
There was an interesting thought. Take the seat, and drive Magda wild. However, today I was going for the non-sneaky, good friend award so instead I just said, “Thanks for the offer, but I think I’m going to have to pass this time.”
“Oh well, I’ll see you around.”
“Sure.” I paused and then added, “I’ll make sure of it.”
Don’t ask me why, because I don’t know. But something in me knew that we certainly would make sure of it - having bitchy Magda’s interest at heart, of course.
I unfroze. “Let’s go.”
Well I did know, didn’t I? Why I said what I did. Because a part of me already understood that I wanted him. And there was no concern about Magda, because I was being completely selfish. It’s amazing what you can understand with a little hindsight. Unfortunately, my friends continued to pester me all the way to when we sat down on the stands.
Peace only arrived when the match began. Pucey and George were both up in the air, and I was growing more concerned about what could occur. Things between the two of them had only become more tense, and I can’t help but feel slightly responsible for it. Considering the fact that Pucey realises that he wants me as more than a sex puppet and George is my protective boyfriend.
“What the hell?” I asked, motioning towards the Slytherin stands.
“I don’t know. I can’t hear properly...”
Weasley is our King.
“This can’t be good,” said Bella.
It wasn’t. It completely psyched Ron out, and the Quaffle went straight into the hoop. And it just got worse. The singing became louder, and Ron let another one in. Despite the rest of the teams best efforts, without Ron, the Slytherins were just thrashing them. Pucey was marvelling in it, practically dancing in mid-air. I wanted to stand up and scream at him, but Amy was holding me down. Umbridge was viewing from a short distance away, and the last thing either of us wanted was another reason for detention.
Funny things were being said about Umbridge’s detentions. Luckily, she was unavailable on our day and Severus just put us in the potions room to clean out cauldrons. But a lot of kids have been rubbing their arms, and hardly anyone’s been saying a thing about it. All we’ve heard is: you won't want to go there twice.
“GRYFFINDOR SCORE!” About damn time. Still, Slytherin were in the lead, and their confidence was not exactly hindered by Angelina’s achievement.
Finally, Lee Johnson practically jumped up, screaming, “HARRY’S GOT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!”
We were all jumping about the place, hugging each other with joy. I danced a little and screamed, “Take that, Pucey!” However, when I screamed again, it wasn’t with happiness. A Bludger had slammed into Harry, despite the fact that the game was over. Wasn’t there something that would stop that from happening?
“Let’s go down,” said Amy cooly. “I’m sure that George’ll want you down there celebrating. Besides, you can offer your assistance to Harry.”
“You make it sound so dodgy,” said Magda.
“No complaints here,” I stated in return.
When we finally arrived on the pitch, managing to push through all the shouting fans, I then came to George and Harry running full on at Malfoy. I sprinted towards the scene, but by the time I actually reached them, they were already restrained.
“I’ll kill you, you bastard!” shouted George.
“I’ve never seen such behaviour like it - back up to the castle, both of you, and straight to your Head of House’s office. Now.” [J.K Rowling, OoTP, Page 366 - British Version]
They began to walk back and I approached George.
“Not now, Anne.”
“Merlin, Anne, just leave it.”
I stood helplessly as he stormed off with Harry, and didn’t know what to say. Soon after, Pucey was at my side:
“Trouble in paradise?”
“Piss off, Pucey.” I wasn’t even in the mood to enjoy my alliteration.
“I suppose it’s only fair. Angelina must be putting a strain on the both of you.”
“Angelina?” I asked sceptically. “What in Rowena's name has she got to do with any of this?”
“I just thought they were getting a bit close. I’ll see you, Walters.”
“Pucey, you -” but he was pretty much gone before I could say anything else. George and Angelina are just good friends - for goodness’ sake, she went with his brother to the Yule Ball. But she was quite angry about him and him earlier... and this is odd behaviour for him...
Perfect timing. Angelina and Fred came bounding up towards me.
“What are you doing talking to Pucey?” she asked in faint amusement.
“He was just trying to get on my case.” And he managed, too. “What happened back then?”
“The git was saying stuff about our family,” growled Fred. “I could’ve -”
“You would’ve just got in trouble,” interjected Angelina.
“Fred!” Fred immediately stopped in his tracks as Amy, Bella and Magda arrived. Amy looked positively panic stricken. “What happened?”
“Malfoy was shooting his mouth off,” I explained.
“Well, are you OK?” Amy asked with concern.
Fred took a deep breath in. “Well, as you can see, I got out unscathed.”
“Because you didn’t -”
“Angelina,” he said tensely, his eyes sliding significantly towards Amy and back. “Anyway, fortunately, I wasn’t caught, but I can’t say the same for Harry and my dear brother.”
“Well it’s good to know that you’re safe.”
“Let’s just see how they’re doing.” Angelina rushed forwards. I didn’t equal her pace. I wanted to stay back and observe her. Was she concerned in a friendly way or... more? I can’t even believe I was getting jealous over her. This was so hypocritical. I am getting angry at him for Pucey noticing that he may like Angelina, while I definitely like Oliver, and even have been plotting to break up with George myself for a couple of months now.
But hypocrisy aside, Angelina will go down.
“So how is Adele?”
Knew I wouldn’t get out of that one so easily. I turned to Amy, who looked on at me with a raised eyebrow, had rushed to walk by my side. I could imagine that Fred was slightly disappointed by this and believe me, so was I.
“Just her usual self. Bit of a bitch.”
“You didn’t tell me you had spoken with her.”
“I didn’t realise I wasn’t allowed to see other women,” I joked. She had clearly decided that it wasn’t funny.
“Seriously, Anne, you know what she’s like.”
“Yes, I do. And the cold, gothic thing kindly reminded me.”
“It’s just a bit worrying. Everything from our past is just coming back.”
“I guess it is.”
“Don’t know. I just don’t like it. It’s almost like a omen.”
That got me. “Omen?”
“You know? When all your past comes to haunt you, it’s like it’s all coming together for -”
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