Chapter 10 : Chapter 10: The Halloween Party
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"Lestrange," I said curtly.
"Immobulus!" he hissed, pointing his wand at me.
Jumping into action, I ducked, pulling out my wand and throwing my books to the ground with a clatter.
"Stupefy!" I cried.
"Slugulus eructo!" I frowned when he dodged it. It would have been fun to see him vomit slugs. A bit of a pity, really.
"Serpensortia!" he cried, and a snake flew out toward me.
Mushroom. The snake was inching toward me. "V-Vipera Evanesca." I stuttered.
"Stupefy!" Lestrange caught me off guard. My head shot up to see a red light shooting toward me. It knocked me back. I felt my head hit the wall.
"Lestrange? What are you doing?" I heard a voice before I blacked out.
I opened my eyes to a flood of white light. "Urgh…" I groaned. "Stupid light."
The person chuckled. "Stupid light, indeed."
I snapped my eyes open at the voice.
Dumbledore. Mushroom. I just complained about light in front of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore!
"I'm sorry Professor," were the first things out of my mouth.
"It's alright, Ms. Moore. I am here to ask about what happened between you and Lestrange," Dumbledore said kindly. Though I suppose he says just about everything kindly. He is Dumbledore, after all.
"Um, I was heading to dinner when Lestrange came up to me. After talking a bit, he tried to hex me. I dodged, but we got into a duel. I got distracted by a snake he sent my way, so he got me with a stunner. I think I hit my head on the wall," I said, slowly sitting up.
Dumbledore nodded. "What did he say to you?"
I shrugged. "Just something about me being mudblood Moore." I smiled wryly. "I guess he at least appreciates alliteration."
Did I just say that in front of the greatest wizard of all time? I think I just did.
I hate my life.
"Elizabeth! You're okay!" Ashley gushed when she saw me enter the common room.
I nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay. My head just hurts."
Ashley pulled me into a giant hug. "I'm so happy!" she squeaked into my ear.
I winced. "Please let me go."
Ashley blushed and let me go. "Oh, right," she said, smoothing down her clothes.
"So, what food time is it?" I asked, my stomach growling.
"None," Ashley replied.
I narrowed my eyes at her. "What do you mean?"
"I mean we have a couple hours before dinner."
"But I'm hungry! Wait, dinner? How long have I been out?"
Ashley winced. "I was hoping you wouldn't ask that. You see, the stunner was pretty powerful, and you hit your head pretty hard. You kept having bad reactions to the potions. We didn't know you were allergic to some, so those kept you out for a few extra days."
"How long have I been out?" I growled.
"Four days!" I shrieked. "All because of a stunning spell and a wall? Only me!"
Ashley winced again. "Sorry, El."
I raised my eyebrows. "El?" I asked, distracted by the new nickname.
She shrugged. "Well, you can't stand Liz, Lizzie, Beth, Eliza, ect. So I decided to try El."
"Alright then." I said skeptically.
"Oh, Elizabeth! There you are! I thought I had heard your dulcet tones!" Katie cried dramatically from the foot of the steps of the girls' dormitory.
"Was that you being sarcastic?"
Katie nodded cheerfully. "Of course it is, Elizabeth! Would you expect anything less?"
"Not from you, Katie."
"Of course! Hey, don't we have a charms essay to finish? Come on Elizabeth, let's boogie." Katie grinned, pulling her bag higher up on her shoulder.
"I don't want to go to the library." I looked down at my stomach forlornly. "I want to fuel myself," I said, putting my hand on my stomach. It growled, as if on cue.
Katie rolled her eyes. "Then go find Sirius or something. Maybe he'll know where the kitchens are."
I stuck my nose up into the air. "Fine."
"Come on, Ash." Katie said, pulling my friend by the sleeve behind her. Ashley waved.
"Chip, chip, cheerio!" I called after them. Off to the Gryffie common room, then!
"Is Sirius in there?" I asked the fat lady. She nodded, giving me a suspicious look.
"I need to talk to him."
She rolled her eyes. "Don't they all?"
I glared at her. "Get him for me."
"Now if I did that for everyone-"
"What are you doing, Lizzie?"
I turned to see Lily. "Hey, Li-Li. I'm trying to get Sirius, but she won't get him for me." I explained, ignoring the Lizzie part.
"Right." Lily turned to the fat lady and mumbled something. "Sorry, Liz, but I can't tell you the password," she said to me as the portrait swung open.
"Alright-y. I'll go find Sirius. Bye, Li-Li!" I waved, climbing up the stairs to the boys' dormitory.
I finally found the sixth year room and swung open the door yelling, "Oi, Sirius!"
It was messy. That was the first thing I noticed when I opened the door.
The second was Remus Lupin, shirtless. Yum. He scrambled to pull on the shirt he was holding.
"Elizabeth! What are you doing here?" he asked, blushing.
"I'm still not talking to you, but I am here to talk to Sirius," I said, sort of wishing he didn't pull the shirt back on.
"Of course you're not talking to me," he muttered. "And Sirius should be here in three seconds."
"Three sec-" I was cut off by a loud bang.
"Elizabeth, love! I heard you calling my name." He grinned charmingly, but I just rolled my eyes.
Sirius looked over at Remus. "Why are you calling my name with Remus? Is he really that bad?"
Remus threw a book at him.
"Anyway," I began. "I need you to take me to the kitchens."
Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"I just woke up from being unconscious for four days. Excuse me for being hungry and not wanting to wait for dinner."
"I'm flattered, Sirius, that you didn't notice me missing." I said sarcastically.
"What happened?" he repeated.
"Lestrange attacked me." I sighed.
Over from by his bed, Remus looked shocked. So did Sirius.
"You seriously didn't know?" I asked, feeling slightly confused.
They shook their heads.
"That's weird, but I'm still hungry. To the kitchens, please!"
"Alright, Lizzie. To the kitchens." Sirius consented.
I grinned, and held up an imaginary sword. "To ze kitchens!" I cried, running out of the room.
"You want me to tickle a pear," I said, staring at the painting.
"Alright, because I do that every day." I said sarcastically, but still did so. When a handle appeared, I cried, "Hey! It worked!"
We walked into the kitchens, and all of a sudden, we were surrounded.
By house elves.
"Hello, Mr. Black and friend!" one cried.
"Hello," I said sweetly.
"What would you like, Elizabeth?" Sirius asked.
I looked at him in surprise. He actually used my full name for once . . . Cool!
"Spaghetti and meatballs, please. It's my favorite food." I said happily. "And garlic bread! I've been wanting garlic bread lately."
The house elves hurried off.
Sirius ushered me to a small table to wait for our food.
"Thanks for taking me, Sirius." I smiled.
"I can tell." He smirked.
As the next few days, I was adamant on avoiding Remus. I would not be deterred!
But, of course, I am indeed Elizabeth Lily Moore. So that didn't really work.
Sometimes I hate being me.
"Elizabeth, we need to talk." Remus said to me, clearly exasperated. He looked sick and tired. He just looked awful.
"I can't talk to you right now." I said. "I'm not in the mood."
"You're never in the mood! No one wants to talk about this stuff, but we have to! You don't have a good enough reason to be mad at me! Maybe that's why you won't talk to me."
I glared to him. "Just shut up, Remus."
I stalked off, but instantly regretted it.
Unfortunately, I have this obsession with pride. I couldn't be wrong. I couldn't turn back and say I'm sorry and that I had no right to be mad. My pride wouldn't allow it.
"Talk to him, Elizabeth," Sirius said gravely.
"Why the fuck not?"
I glared at him. "It was his fault."
"Oh, please. You know it's your stupid pride complex," he retorted.
I tilted my head up. "He decided that he needs to approve of everything I do."
"Or everyone you do."
I hardened my gaze at his innuendo. "Michael and I are not having sex."
I hit him on the head. "We've only recently started dating."
Sirius rolled his eyes. "So you just assumed he wasn't thinking about it? Honestly, Elizabeth. You have more sense than that. You shouldn't assume. It makes an arse out of you and me."
"Luckily it doesn't have to do with you then, huh?"
"But it has to do with Remus. He's my best mate, Elizabeth. Don't fuck with him."
"I'm not," I said, picking up my bags and walking away.
"Think about what you're doing, Elizabeth!" he called after me.
I raised my hand to show that I heard him.
"Sometimes I feel like I really should talk to him," I whispered, looking up at the ceiling.
"Finally!" Ashley cried, pumping a fist into the air.
I rolled my eyes at her antics.
"You should," Katie said.
"Of course I should. There was no doubt about that. There's doubt about whether or not I could do it.
"You can do anything as long as you set your mind to it."
"Yeah." I sighed. "I suppose. I just have to pluck up the courage. I wasn't place in Gryffindor for a reason."
"We know, Elizabeth."
"I wonder where he is," I mused.
Ashley shot up. "You're going to do it now?" she asked excitedly.
Ashley grinned and pulled me up.
"Then I'll have to dress you!" She said, throwing open my closet.
"Come help, Katie!"
My friends appear to think of me as their dress up doll.
Not that they don't make me look amazing, of course.
Katie managed to find a sweater in my closet that was the perfect shade of green to bring out the tiny bit of Irish in me. She put me in a plain, black pleated skirt that made me actually look like I have legs. They did let me wear flats for my rounds afterwards.
Ashley was an expert with makeup, so she made me look kind of awesome with pink lips, and all that normal makeup stuff people do. I don't really know much about it.
"I have to now, guys." I said, grabbing a cloak.
"Ah! Don't ruin all my hard work!" Katie cried, grabbing it back.
I glared. I didn't have time for this. If I wanted to talk to him, I had to leave now before he goes to visit his mother.
"Fine." I said, hurrying to the Gryffindor common room.
"I need to talk to Remus!" I said to the fat lady when she swung open. Well, that was weird.
Suddenly, Remus exited, nearly running me over.
"Elizabeth?" he asked, surprised.
"Yeah. Remus, I need to talk to you." My words sort of rushed together.
He raised an eyebrow. "Right. I can't talk right now. Tomorrow, alright?"
"Remus, you can't keep running away from your problems." I told him hotly.
"I know that. I just can't talk to you right now."
"Why the hell not?"
"I can't do this right not, Elizabeth! Good bye!"
I glared hardly at his retreating back.
I couldn't believe that he wouldn't talk to me.
It was the middle of patrols. I was checking ground level.
With a sigh, I turned a corner when I saw slight movement over by the large entrance.
I walked over to investigate.
The doors creaked open and I saw a black figure run out.
I ran after them.
"Who are you?" I called. "Come back here!"
The person turned.
Why, I think it's Snape!
Holy mother of Merlin! What is he doing out here?
He started running away.
"Snape! Get back here!" I yelled, running after him. "What the mushroom do you think you're doing?"
He was heading toward the Whomping Willow.
"You're going to get yourself killed!" I screeched. I was in a bad mood, okay? "Severus freaking Snape! Get your mushroom cap over here!"
I sped up, seeing him pick up a stick and prod the tree with it. He was an idiot. True, a lot of Slytherins are, but still. They have enough common sense to prod a freaking whomping willow with a stick!
"You're an idiot!" I shrieked.
But to my shock, the tree froze. Holy mushroom.
Snape we heading toward it. The boy was suicidal. He disappeared. Severus freaking Snape was headed toward the Whomping Willow. Then disappeared into it. Who knew that was possible?
Being the responsible prefect that I am, I had to go help him.
So I ran as fast as I could to the Whomping Willow. Luckily, it still wasn't moving. Go me.
I ran to the place where Snape disappeared. I found an entrance. Slipping in, I ran to catch up with him.
"Snape?" I called. Luckily, I found him standing still, staring at something ahead.
"There you are!" I smiled slightly. "You're out of bounds, after hours. You've got detention."
Snape didn't respond. Frustrated, I followed his gaze. There was a werewolf.
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