Chapter 7 : Seven - Match
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Logan Lerman... ;)
"And there goes Hunt with the Quaffle approaching Hufflepuff Keeper, Macmillian. Slytherin scores! Now Sophie Ambers has the Quaffle and is - oh wait, Sophie dropped it!"
Sarah groaned loudly beside me as Fred Weasley announced what we were watching in the air, "I can't believe she dropped the Quaffle!"
I turned to her, "I thought you'd want Slytherin to win?"
Sarah laughed at me, "Well I still can't believe she dropped it - there was nobody approaching her. And I thought you'd be cheering for Hufflepuff, so I thought-"
She had abruptly cut herself off, but it wasn't because she was distracted by the game. Merely teasing her I said, "So you thought you'd cheer for the same house, huh?"
She mumbled something, but I knew it was her way of saying "Yes," so I just laughed again and went back to watching the game.
A few minutes passed and Slytherin scored again and, just as Hufflepuff was about to score for a third time, Sarah shook my arm and gestured toward Albus.
"Hey!" He called over the noise of the people around us, his face looked flushed like he was having a hard time climbing over the stands on the way to us, "How's it going?"
"It's going," I said loudly as he stepped over to stand on my other side, nodding at Sarah politely as he did.
"Where are Lorcan and Lysander?"
"Erm," I quickly scanned the crowd in front of us and spotted them talking to a couple of girls, whom seemed to be giggling at everything they were saying, in the stands, "They're down in the front."
Albus laughed and shook his head, "I see them now."
At that moment Sarah - and most of the people around us - started shouting. Looking up to see what was happening, I saw Alexis Flint and Rick Marv speeding toward what was probably the snitch; though I couldn't see it through the thick snow that was falling.
"Go!" Sarah was screaming, jumping up and down beside me, "GO GO GO!"
As I was about to turn to Albus, Sarah - who was still screaming and jumping beside me - grabbed ahold of my arm, yanking it up and down with her. I looked to Albus to see if he had noticed that Sarah was practically pulling my arm out of its socket, but he was watching Alexis and Rick run into each other, threatening to knock each other off their brooms as they sped toward the snitch.
"Sarah! Let go!" I said, trying to pull away from her, "Sarah! Sarah, you're pulling my arm off!"
"Wh-what?" She said, her jumping up and down reducing to merely a small bounce as she blinked as me.
"You've nearly ripped my arm off!"
"Oh! Oh!" She exclaimed, releasing my arm, "Sorry I just - GO! GO GO GO!"
Rubbing my shoulder, I laughed at her before turning to watch Alexis grab the snitch and hold it up in the air for everyone to see. Rick looked like he was about to throw up or hit someone as he hovered a few feet away from her.
Albus groaned loudly beside me with quite a few people around us. Slytherin was now ahead of Ravenclaw in house points, with Gryffindor and Hufflepuff very close behind. I turned to Sarah and saw that she was now frowning.
"What is it?"
She seemed to snap out of a deep thought when I spoke and she blinked, "Oh nothing. I'm glad my brother won, but I don't want his house to beat mine."
"I see," I grinned at her before looking over my shoulder to find that Albus had left.
Sarah noticed that I was looking for him and said, "He ran down to Lorcan and Lysander. Are you going too?"
"Well, I.." I trailed off for a moment, looking over my shoulder to see that Albus, Lorcan, and Lysander seemed to be leaving the Quidditch Pitch together. I looked back to see that she had a brow raised at me, "I guess not."
She grinned and grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the pitch behind the others. As we were standing there, surrounded by a large mass of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, a thought occured to me. I looked down to where she had grabbed my arm and pulled her hand through my arm, simply so that we were arm in arm and it was a lot less like she was just pulling me around with her like a pet or something.
Awkwardly, I scanned the crowd in front of us, trying to avoid making eye contact with her. I couldn't help but glance at her every few moments, and it seemed like she was doing the same thing I was - avoiding eye contact. I felt my face starting to burn and my stomach flip over as we stood there waiting. I don't know why I felt so nervous about walking arm in arm with Sarah - I just did.
Once we were out of the pitch and walking along the grounds, I spotted Lauren in the crowd, just within earshot. She seemed to be walking alone.
I honestly didn't want to leave Sarah for anything at that moment, but I couldn't help but feel like I should talk to Lauren. I hadn't spoken to her since she had thrown my belongings at James, so I assumed she thought I was still pretty mad at her. Biting the corner of my lip I realized that I wouldn't be able to really enjoy my time with Sarah unless I knew that Lauren was okay.
She made eye contact with me for the first time in several minutes, "Hmm?"
"I'm sorry, but I think I should go talk to Lauren," I said, frowning.
Sarah looked away from me and eyed the crowd, after she spotted Lauren she spoke again, "Okay, I guess I'll see you in the common room."
I nodded at her with a small smile before untangling my arm from hers and walking over to Lauren.
"Huh - what?" She looked all around herself for a moment before noticing me. Looking back to the people in front of her, she replied, "Oh, hi."
"That was some match, huh?" I offered a smile, but she merely looked at me for a few moments and didn't return it.
"Er - yeah. Yeah it was."
I didn't say anything for about a minute because, quite frankly, I didn't know what to say. All I knew was that I felt bad for not talking to her before then.
Before I could think of something else to say she looked at me, and as we were crossing the courtyard right outside the front of the castle, she asked, "Aren't you mad at me?"
I raised a brow and thought before answering, "Yeah I still am, but I'm not going to stop talking to you."
Then Lauren raised a brow and scoffed at me, "You haven't spoken to me since I chased James across the grounds, you prat."
I raised my hands up defensively, "True, but I wasn't going to stop talking to you for too long."
She rolled her eyes and shook her head, "You are so.."
"Mental? Infuriating? Obnoxious?" I offered.
"No," she shook her head and sighed, "I don't know. I just know that you're mad at me yet you still want to talk to me," then she looked at me curiously, "You're not going to say 'I told you so' are you?"
I raised a brow at her again, "No, it didn't really cross my mind to be honest," then I laughed suddenly, "Besides, you didn't even let me tell you what I thought about it in the first place, remember?"
Lauren groaned, "I'm bleeding mental."
Wait a minute. Did she just say that she's mental?
Okay, who is this girl and where is the real Lauren?
Seriously, this isn't funny. I'm onto you, fake-Lauren..
"Er - I'm sorry?" I said, both of my eyebrows raised now, "What?"
"I said that I'm mental, please don't make me say it again," she sighed.
This was very, very unlike Lauren.
I shook my head, "No you're not mental, you're just.. Well, actually, you are a little mental. Only a little, though."
"You're a bitch."
"And you're a nutcase."
I smiled at her, "Thanks, I try."
To my relief, she laughed. Finally, I was beginning to think that someone really had taken over her body or hid her in a closet and used her hair for polyjuice potion or something...
"Luke," she said in a singsong, giving another laugh and pressing a hand to her forehead, "You really suck."
I ignored her comment as we crossed the entrance hall, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay," She said quickly, a little annoyed, "Don't ask me that too much, you'll make it sound like I'm suicidal or something."
"Or prone to mental breakdowns?"
"I am not prone to mental breakdowns!"
"Oh really? So what would you say happened when you threw my belongings at Potter or when you broke my nose?" I narrowed my eyes at her for a moment, not in a threatening way, but more of an are-you-sure-about-that way.
Lauren opened her mouth to retort, but it took her a few, long moments to finally say, "You're a git."
"So that's why you broke my nose?"
"No!" She exclaimed, "And I thought you were over that..."
"To be honest, I am, but I was just pointing out that maybe you are prone to mental breakdowns."
Lauren laughed, "So if you really think I'm possibly prone to mental breakdowns, then why in the hell are you provoking me?"
This time I was the one that opened my mouth to answer, but took a long time to reply. Finally, I said, "That wasn't my intention."
"Then what was your intention?"
"I just came over to see if you were okay, that's it."
To my slight surprise, she groaned.
"You've got to quit doing that."
"Making sure I'm okay when you should be mad at me, damn it," She said quickly.
She stared at me for what seemed like a long time, "Because I broke your nose and then I proceeded to steal your things and chuck them at someone like some raving lunatic. A normal person would've quit talking to me altogether."
I raised a brow at her, "You didn't mean to break my nose and, like I've already said, I've been over that for a while. In case you haven't noticed my nose hardly even looks like it's been broken. Also, I do think it was mental that you threw things at James. But I have to say that it didn't surprise me too much when you did."
"So you do think I'm mental!"
"No, I don't think you're mental. I think that what you did was mental."
It took her a few moments to register that I was being honest when I said it, so it took her a while to finally smile at me. But it seemed like she frowned again the next moment, "When are you going to get over it?"
I could tell that she meant 'What do I have to do to make you get over it?', so I answered with, "Probably sometime between now and after the holidays."
Truth was, she had already apologized and was replacing the things I lost. There wasn't anything else she could do.
"Okay," she said before we finally parted ways on the landing.
The common room was crowded by the time I walked in, but I managed to spot Sarah through the crowd across the room. She seemed to be having an animated conversation with Lucy Weasley and Emma Macmillian, so I hesitated. Sarah noticed me looking over at her though and left Lucy and Emma. I put a hand to the back of my neck as she approached, having noticed Lucy and Emma's bemused expressions.
"So, how'd it go?" She asked casually.
"All right," I said, letting my hand fall back at my side, "She just seemed to be worried that I was mad at her."
Sarah pursed her lips together before responding, "Hmm.. Are you still mad at her?"
I nodded once, and crossed over to one of the blue couches with her, "Somewhat."
She didn't say anything else as I sat down beside her. I was careful to not get too close to her nor too far away from her. I didn't know what to do as we sat there for a few moments. But before either of us could say anything else, Josh Whitby and Lorcan sat down in the arm chairs across from us, both of them smiling at us knowingly.
"So how's it going?" Josh asked after exchanging a quick glance with Lorcan.
"All right," I said, both annoyed and relieved that they were there at the same time. Annoyed because they both seemed to know I was uncomfortable, but relieved because before they arrived I was about to get up and walk as quickly as I could to my dorm to avoid feeling anymore awkward with Sarah.
"Good," Josh said, exchanging another glance with Lorcan.
Lorcan laid back in his chair, seeming to relax, "I have something to tell you two," he said, looking from myself to Josh, apparently Josh wasn't expecting Lorcan to say this because he raised a brow at him, "that I think you'll find quite interesting."
I exchanged a quick glance with Sarah, who looked confused and awkward beside me, as Lorcan continued.
"It's about my brother," he paused, seeming to be laughing as he spoke, "he-"
He was cut off by Lysander running over and toppling the armchair he was sitting in over backwards, Lysander had apparently been standing close by behind Sarah and I and didn't want us to hear whatever his brother was about to say. Sarah and I jumped and Josh's mouth fell open in surprise.
"What's wrong with you?!" Lorcan exclaimed.
Lysander didn't answer him, instead he turned round on all of us and said, "Ignore him, he's mental. Doesn't know what he's talking about. It's a damn lie, I tell you - whatever he says - it's a lie."
Before any of us could so much as ask what he was going on about, Lorcan had risen to his feet and Lysander was shoving him toward the dormitories. They argued with each other quite loudly the whole way across the common room, receiving weird looks from nearly everyone they passed.
I glanced at Sarah before looking to Josh once they were gone, "D'you know what the hell that was about?"
"Not a clue."
I looked up from my plate to see Rose Weasley running through the hall with a letter in her hands. Apparently she had just risen from her seat after receiving the letter and had decided to run the length of the table, shouting at me the whole way. By the time she reached me, the entire hall seemed to be staring at us.
Embarrassed, I snapped, "What Rose?"
She ignored my tone and answered me, she was practically beaming, "My parents wrote back!"
She rolled her eyes at me, "They said you can stay with us over the holidays!"
I dropped my glass of pumpkin juice on the table in surprise and it toppled over, spilling all over Lysander, who was unfortunately sitting beside me that morning. He jumped to his feet and tried to brush the liquid off of his robes. Annoyed, he practically threw his legs over the back of the bench and quickly fled the hall. After he was gone, I turned back to Rose, who was looking at me impatiently.
"What?" I asked, annoyed.
"Aren't you going to tell your parents?"
"Oh," I dropped my annoyed tone and quickly pulled out some parchment and laid it beside my plate, "I guess I will," I added before pulling my quill out of my bag.
Hastily, I wrote a shoddily written note for my parents:
I will be staying with Rose Weasley, she already asked her parents and they said it would be okay if I stayed with them. I'll see you over the Easter holidays.
I hadn't even put away my quill when Rose took the note from me and started to walk out of the hall. I quickly downed what was left of my pumpkin juice and ran to catch up to her in the entrance hall.
"Rose, you are really acting strange," I said when I caught up to her; I didn't actually know what else to say.
She looked at me out of the corner of her eye as we walked before responding, "You think so?"
I raised a brow and answered slowly, "Yes, I really think you are."
"What exactly do you think is strange?" She asked as we crossed the courtyard.
"I - you," I groaned, "I think it's strange how you're so eager to have me over for the holidays, yet you're still angry with me because you don't like Sarah.."
"I'm not mad at you," she said automatically. We were already passing through the bridge toward the owlery; I was very nearly jogging to keep up with her the whole way there.
I nearly stopped in surprise and tripped over my own feet, nearly falling over face-first into the ground before I went back to nearly jogging at her side.
"I'm sorry, but what did you just say?"
"I'm not mad at you," she said again, then she added, "I just don't like Sarah, I told you that. Can we stop talking about her now?"
As she said this, we were already starting up the steps of the owlery.
"Is there even a legitimate reason?" I asked, growing frustrated with Rose for acting this way. It was unlike her to be this uninformative and it was very annoying.
"Well.." She trailed off for a few moments before finally saying, "I really don't think I should say anything."
As we reached the top of the owlery where the school owls sat, happily sleeping or hooting at us as we entered, I looked at her and said, "And why not?"
"I have my reasons," she said simply, choosing one of the school owls and tying my note to its leg.
As it took off out the window I spoke again, "Let me guess, you're not going to tell me what those are either."
"Afraid not," she said, smirking at me.
A/N: Hahaha, I love it when Lauren calls Luke a bitch. Actually, I think I just love Lauren in general.
Here's a fun fact, I named Lauren after one of my friends.. and when my other friends and I talk about her we're always saying "I love Lauren!"... it's like our catch-phrase or something...
Note: Lauren Whitby isn't like my friend Lauren. . . like, at all. haha if anything Whitby's kind of like me.. ;)
Other OC characters named after friends: Josh, Blake, Jessica, Sarah... I think that's it. If you don't remember them from earlier in the story that's okay, they're very minor characters. (well, Blake and Jessica are, anyway)
I think it's funny that I made Josh and Lauren twins. My friends, Josh and Lauren, adore each other hahaha. Although it's definitely a friendly adoration. Josh is gay, after all ;)
However, Josh Whitby is NOT gay. Just to be clear..
Although I probably just confused everyone anyway... Oh well, I guess it's not THAT important.
...Soooo I know that you all may not care about this, but I found out the other day that the marching band at my high school (which I was a member of until I graduated) is performing a show entitled 'Order and Chaos' at football games & contests this year.. When one of my younger friends and my younger sister told me my jaw dropped and I just about started skipping through my house. I guess it was just one of those rather amazing moments. Needless to say, after they've performed it a few times it will probably pop up on youtube and, if anyone's interested, I can provide a link.. But it'll be September, October, or November before that happens..
And yes, if my fanfic was turned into a movie I could very easily imagine their music being on the soundtrack... because yes, I've already heard three-fourths of the music for their show.. :)
LOL, I am such a nerd.
Okay, I'm done with my ramblings. Review!!!
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