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Chapter 17 : Now This Looks Like a Job for Me
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“See!” Dom exclaimed, as if a point was proven, which –in her case- it was. “I told you that this Quidditch thing was bad for Chaise! I told you he was becoming friends with them all. But no. You go and believe Ty. Over me.”
“It wasn’t like that and you know it, Dom,” I responded, shifting the weight of the books I was holding from one hip to another. My tone softened as I continued. “I just… I can’t believe that he’s actually friends with them.”
“I can,” Dom said, her annoyance evident. “He’s been totally different ever since he made the Quidditch team; it’s ridiculous! Some Ravenclaw chick told me yesterday that him and James were sitting with each other during lunch.”
“What?” I asked, a bit shocked. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” Dom huffed. “And I’m going to need to have a talk with him when I see him.”
“But, Dom… the next time you’ll see him is in Potions,” I pointed out, which was where we were headed to now.
“I know,” Dom said, not seeming to understand what I was trying to convey.
“Well… don’t you think that conversation should happen somewhere that’s not… like in a classroom full of people?” I asked.
“Why?” Dom asked. “You think the conversation’ll go badly?”
“No…” I responded, trailing off. “I just think…”
“Relax, Corinne,” Dom said, stopping our trek to the Potions room and putting both of her hands on either of my shoulders. I fought back the strong urge to tell her I wasn’t the one that needed to relax. “I’m just going to talk to him about it calmly, like the mature adult I am. Okay?”
“Okay, Dom…” I said a bit unsurely.
“Just trust me, alright?” Dom said, sensing my trepidation.
“Alright, I will,” I said with more conviction.
“Why does Dom look like she’s a woman on a mission?” Tyson asked me interestedly as I took my seat next to him in Potions. I looked at Dom, who had a set expression on her face as she marched to her seat by Chaise, and shrugged.
“She’s getting ready to have a confrontation with Chaise,” I responded, rolling my eyes.
“I see,” Tyson said, although I could tell he was confused. “And why is she getting ready to have a confrontation with Chaise?”
“Oh… you know,” I responded shrugging my shoulders as if it was no big deal, “we just found out he was a total Peter Pettigrew and betrayed us, so she wants to fix it.”
I began to set up my cauldron, acting as if the previous words I said didn’t matter and instead focused on correctly brewing a Sleeping Draught. I turned the flame beneath the cauldron to the exact level it was supposed to be, before going back to the potions cupboard to get the ingredients I’d need. Tyson stared at me in shock, while I pretended not to notice.
“Can you maybe explain?” Tyson asked as soon as I returned to the table.
“Peter Pettigrew… You know, the guy who betrayed his best friend in order to help Voldemort,” I responded in a ‘duh’ tone of voice.
“I know who Peter Pettigrew is!” Tyson responded, seeming a bit annoyed. “What I want to know is how Chaise betrayed you.”
I let out a sigh before stopping my organization of the ingredients we’d be using, and instead looked at Tyson. “Okay, fine. I’ll tell you.”
“So,” I started, “I was walking back from my meeting with Professor McGonagall yesterday—”
“Oh yeah! How’d that go by the way? You never told me what it was about—”
“It went fine,” I said giving Tyson a pointed look for interrupting me. “She just had a question for me. It was no biggie. But anyways, when I was walking back from her room with Scorp and Al—”
“You were with Scorpius and Al?”
I gave Tyson another annoyed look and let out a huff. “Do you want to hear, or not?”
“Fine, I want to hear.”
“Okay then let me speak.” Tyson closed his mouth as I said this, waiting for me to continue. “So anyways, when I was walking back, get this: we bumped into Chaise and the rest of the Gryffindor Qudditch team being all chummy-chummy with each other even though Chaise knows how much I hate them. And worse, he was laughing with James, acting like he was his best friend!”
I waited a long moment for Tyson to respond with ‘I can’t believe him!’ or a ‘How could he?’ but I was met with silence. Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.
“So… You’re mad at him for hanging out with his Quidditch mates?” Tyson asked.
“You know that’s not it, Ty,” I responded, letting out a sigh at the fact that he was missing the point. “If it was anyone else, I wouldn’t mind. But it’s not. It’s James.”
“But…” Tyson said as he looked to be trying to put the correct words together while he thought. “James did those things to you when he was twelve. Don’t you think that time has you know… humbled him somewhat?”
“Not at all,” I responded sharply, immediately on the defensive. Why was Tyson even trying to help James out? “I know he was the one behind the…you know... Great Hall thing.”
“Really?” Tyson asked, seeming very confused all of a sudden. “How do you know?”
I told him my theories. How James had been talking to me more than usual the week it happened, how he was friends with the two girls who had already been caught for being a part of it, how he had been the one responsible for the picture existing in the first place. When I was done talking I felt like I had been talking for hours, and I let out a deep breath.
“You do realize,” Tyson said delicately, “that your reasoning for James being behind the Great Hall thing is circumstantial at best. Right?”
“No it’s not!” I responded, immediately on the defensive. “I know he did it! How else would Madison and Elise have gotten everything done?”
“They could’ve just done it themselves,” Tyson reasoned. “It seems to me that you’re trying too hard to come up with a reason to still hate James.”
“He’s an arsehole that is out to get me by hurting me the best way he knows how! How is that not a reason to hate him?” I asked, an edge entering my voice.
“I think,” Tyson began, looking as if he wasn’t sure how I’d react. “And don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to justify what he did when he was younger. But, I think that your reasoning for hating him now is a bit… selfish.”
“Selfish?” I asked Tyson, my voice immediately taking an acid tone at his words. Tyson thought that I had no right to hate James? That my reasoning for hating him was selfish? Did he not understand what I had had to deal with, all the self-hate that I had undergone?
Tyson immediately looked affronted at my tone of voice, and he continued to press his case, “I mean, you’re jumping to conclusions about whether or not James was even involved in the Great Hall incident. And from what you’ve told me, all he’d been doing was trying to apologize to you. Why can’t you just forgive him?”
“Forgive him?” I asked, my voice laced with bitterness. “You think that after everything he put me through, I can pretend it’s okay? How can you even say that?”
“Corinne, don’t be dramatic. I’m just trying to be honest here! You’re totally overreacting,” Tyson responded, his voice changing its tone.
“Wow,” I responded coldly, completely shocked and angered at his words. “Tell me how you really feel.”
“This is exactly what I’m talking about! Why can’t you just take my advice instead of making it some personal attack?” Tyson responded, his anger flaring. “I’m just trying to help you! I mean, do you realize how crazy you sound? You and Dom are mad at Chaise, for becoming friends with someone who picked on you when you were twelve. News flash: Everyone get’s picked on.”
At Tyson’s words, I felt like I was being belittled. Like everything that had been done to me was something that didn’t matter, because of the amount of time spread between it. But things weren’t that black and white. There were so many smudges and marred up shadows in between that made forgiveness not an option.
“Don’t you dare, act like Chaise being friends with them is okay,” I hissed, anger pumping through my veins. “I may have been twelve when it happened, but that doesn’t make it any less serious.”
Tyson rolled his eyes. “Chaise has the right to be friends with whoever the hell he wants. Stop trying to control him and stop trying to control me. I can think whatever I want. And I think that you are being selfish and are holding way too many grudges at undeserving people.”
I pressed my lips together, feeling involuntary tears prickle the back of my eyes at the severity of Tyson’s words, and instead scanned my eyes over to where Chaise and Dom were sitting. Dom’s eyes were narrowed at Chaise, and her face was flushed in anger. I guess that conversation wasn’t going well. Neither was this one for that matter.
“Well,” I said after a long pause, my voice shaking a bit as I spoke, “if you think I’m so selfish, why are we even friends?”
“Come on, Corinne,” Tyson responded, his face even more annoyed. “Why do you have to make this into a big deal?”
“Because you don’t understand,” I responded. “You don’t know how hurt I was by everything! You don’t know how many years I hated myself! You’re supposed to be my friend.”
“I’ve been trying to be!” Tyson argued. “But ever since we got here all you’ve been doing is complaining about how awful your life is. You’re not you anymore. You used to make the best out of every situation, and now all you do is bitch and moan and give up at the first sign of trouble! How long has it been since you’ve been in the Great Hall?”
“That’s not the point,” I said, my voice gaining a bit of strength at Tyson’s response. “It’s about the people who did it, and the fact that Chaise is friends with—
“You don’t know James did it!” Tyson responded, cutting me off. “You’re so self-absorbed in thinking that everyone’s out to get you, that your blaming people for no reason!”
I felt like I was under an attack. This was one of my best mates, who was picking apart all of my flaws, in order to defend one of the people that had hurt me in the first place. It was like he was choosing James, over me, and he didn’t even know James. And suddenly, I was furious.
“Shut up,” I responded, my voice deadly. “You may be able to act like everything’s all fine now, because you didn’t have to go through it, but that gives you no right to pick me apart for my reactions. And as for being selfish? You’re one to talk. You’re the most selfish bastard I’ve ever met.”
Tyson looked shocked at my outburst. As if I had just punched him in the gut (which I was seriously contemplating doing). But at the same time, there was some very small part of me that felt awful. I had never said anything like that to Tyson before.
“Whatever, Corinne,” Tyson responded, his gaze turning steely and determined. “You can think whatever you want. I’m sick of having to baby you and act like everything that happened to you so long ago is this big deal when it’s not. Everyone besides you is ready to get over it, so maybe you should give it a goddamn try.”
There was a long silence after that where neither of us spoke. I couldn’t even look at him I was so enraged by his words. Angry thoughts flooded through my head and all I wanted to do was—
“YOU’RE THE BIGGEST GIT ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH! I CAN’T BELIEVE I WASTED MY TIME ON YOU! WE’RE OVER,” Dom shouted, causing the attention of the entire class to stop brewing their potions, and instead snap their attention over to her and Chaise. Professor Cosgrove looked up from grading his papers, a deer in the headlights expression now plastered across his face as he watched Dominique.
“FINE, you controlling bint! Good luck finding someone who’ll put up with you,” Chaise shot back, his tone acrid.
Dom let out a noise of anger as she picked up the cauldron that she’d been brewing her potion in, and promptly dumped it onto Chaise’s head. The bell ending the class rang immediately afterwards.
There was a long moment of silence throughout the room in which Professor Cosgrove stared in shock at the scene, while Chaise began to turn an alarming shade of bright green (from the potion I suspected), before Dom marched over to me and grabbed my arm.
“Let’s go,” She said through gritted teeth.
I quickly agreed and without saying one more thing to Tyson I grabbed my stuff and got up from my seat. As we left the room, I found someone else’s gaze trained on me, and I looked up to see James’s level stare from across the room. I suddenly grew even more furious. He was the reason all of this was happening. He was the reason my life seemed to always be falling apart. So, I gave him the dirtiest glare I could muster, as Dom pulled me out of the room.
Once we were outside the classroom (luckily Dom had made such a quick exit, Professor Cosgrove had no time to react and give her the detentions she most definitely deserved) I filled Dom in on the conversation I had with Tyson, and she got even more furious.
“Guys are arseholes,” She stated loudly. “I swear if we didn’t need them to reproduce, I’d kill all of them.”
I couldn’t help but think she’d never been more right.
“So I told him that he needs to be more sensitive to us, because he knew when he started being friendly with James that neither of us would like it. But you know what he said? He said he had the right ‘to be friends with whoever he wants’. As if me asking him not to be friends with the one person that would piss us off the most was too hard a task! Can you believe it?” Dom stopped her rambling and looked over at me as she asked this, keeping a ‘you better agree with me or I’ll flip a shit’ look on her face. I nodded my head to her in agreement still furious about the argument with Tyson, and clenched my mouth shut.
The news of Chaise and Dom’s public break-up had spread rapid-fire throughout the school. There had been more than enough speculation as to why Dom and Chaise had had such a heated argument. Enough speculation that caused more than a few questioning eyes to linger on us in class or as we walked down the hallway, as if hoping we would decide to tell everyone everything that had happened to cause the argument. So far, the leading ideas that led onto the fight were that a.) Chaise had cheated on Dom, or b.) Dom was pregnant.
Oh the joys of gossip.
It was now lunchtime, and neither of us had talked to Chaise or Tyson since our Potions class (as if we wanted to). Chaise had managed to change back to his god-given color from what I’d heard in the gossip mill, but Dom and I had dutifully ignored him and Tyson thus far.
“And you know what else he said?” Dom asked, still not on the end of her rant. She had taken to repeating to me the entire argument with Chaise whenever she got the chance. She tended to do this when she was angry. “He said that I was being a controlling girlfriend!”
Her words sounded eerily familiar to the words Tyson had said to me, minus the girlfriend part, and I suddenly knew exactly how Dom was feeling: angered, betrayed, unsure. But you want to know the kicker? While I was furious at Tyson for everything he had said, I was mostly just upset.
I mean this was Tyson, the one guy who I could always depend on for comic relief and positive reinforcement. The first guy I had trusted enough to become friends with when I entered Beauxbatons. Not to mention I lost Chaise, probably the most easy-going and understanding friend I’d had. These were two of my best friends, gone within the span of a day. If things kept going this way, by tomorrow I’d have no one.
“Hey, Dom?” I asked, once I noticed that we were nearing the Great Hall. “Where are we going?”
“Lunch,” Dom responded, shrugging her shoulders, continuing to walk up to the Great Hall doors, her anger subsiding slightly.
“But where?” I asked, slowing my steps.
“The Great Hall,” Dom responded nonchalantly.
“But… we eat lunch in the library,” I said slowly.
“You do,” Dom stated matter-of-factly. “I, however, have decided that I hate the library. It smells like old people and the library lady is always looking at us as if by existing we’re disturbing her.”
“Madam Pince isn’t that bad,” I started as Dom snapped her gaze to me, daring me to argue with her further. I closed my mouth.
“Coco,” Dom started, looking as if she was about to go on a long rant. “I know that you’re all scared of the Great Hall and everything, but you’ll have to go into it eventually, and I’ve decided that that time is now. So don’t be difficult and just come in with me, okay?”
I found my memory suddenly flash back to my conversation with Al and Scorpius, when both of them were convincing me that I needed to go back into the Great Hall. Soon after, my memory shifted to Tyson when we had been arguing in the potions room.
How long has it been since you’ve been in the Great Hall?
And while this didn’t seem like the best time to finally go in, what with the fact that I had recently had a huge fight with two of my best friends, I realized that I couldn’t let Tyson win. I needed to prove that I was fine, and that he was wrong. I was still the same girl from Beauxbatons.
I needed to go to the Great Hall. And that time was now.
“Okay,” I responded, albeit reluctantly, as I noticed Dom’s gaze still fixed upon me. Once I responded, she squealed and linked her arm through mine, dragging me with her towards the Great Hall, making sure that I could in no way change my mind.
As she pushed the doors open, I unknowingly held my breath, as a million different thoughts and fears started racing their way through my head. However, when the doors opened there was…
Nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary that is. The Great Hall was full of students, all of them chatting and eating lunch at one of the four long wooden tables, while the teachers were sitting at the head’s table, looking out over the students with politely uninterested gazes. Everything was the way it should be.
It was weird, because even though I didn’t want to admit it to myself, I had been expecting something different. Like maybe another incident, only this time, worse. This time, something I wouldn’t be able to bounce back from.
But no, I was fine. I felt myself smile just the tiniest bit at this relief. And suddenly, I wanted to go up to Tyson, stick my tongue out at him, and tell him that he was wrong; I could go into the Great Hall if I wanted to.
“So…” I said to Dom, realizing that Chaise was sitting at the Slytherin table with Wyatt, Tyson, Scorpius, and Al, which meant that that was not a welcoming territory. “Where are we going to sit?”
“We are going to sit with…” Dom began, enthusiasm building up in her voice, “my amazingly adorable baby brother of course!”
Louis’s smiling face and bright blue eyes popped into my line of vision as she said this, and I found myself suddenly feel overwhelmingly guilty. I hadn’t seen or talked to him in what felt like forever, and I had become so consumed in everything else that I hadn’t even really… thought about him.
Did that make me an awful person?
Dom made a beeline for the Gryffindor table, which I realized would make it the first time I sat there after punching Freddy, and I followed behind her tentatively. She immediately plopped herself across from Louis, while I sat down next to her.
“Louie!” Dom exclaimed excitedly, causing Louis to look up from the homework he seemed to be finishing up (tsk, tsk he really shouldn’t save things till last minute).
“Don’t call me that,” Louis responded a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Aw, come on, Loulou,” I teased, keeping a light smile on my face. “You can’t expect us not to call you our nicknames!”
The annoyance on Louis’s face slid (very) slowly to a look of amusement, but he still kept up his charade of being annoyed. “At home, you guys can call me whatever nickname you want,” Louis started, “But at Hogwarts, I’m Louis Weasley: hottest fifth year alive, and you two,” He looked from Dom and me as he said this, “are totally cramping my style.”
Dom and I both stared at him a bit gob-smacked at what he said, still trying to register if he was being serious.
“You think you’re the hottest fifth year alive?” Dom asked with wide eyes.
“You think we’re cramping your style?” I asked at the same time.
“Watch how you respond,” Dom said, as soon as Louis opened his mouth. “Just because you’re my brother, doesn’t mean I won’t hurt you if need be.”
“Lay off, Dom,” Louis said, trying to shrug her off.
“Yeah, Dom, lay off,” I responded jokingly, “Louis is a man now. He should be treated like one!”
“I hate you both,” Louis responded, giving us both a glare.
“No you don’t,” Dom said, completely unfazed at Louis’s words. “You can’t hate family.”
“Corinne’s not family.”
“I’m insulted Louie!” I said, putting a hand over my heart. “You don’t think of me as family?”
Just as Louis was about to respond, a presence came from behind him and I looked up to see Roxy, fidgeting with her necklace and biting her lip.
“Hey, guys,” She said, looking at the three of us with a cross between a hopeful yet worried expression.
“Hey, cuz,” Louis said easily, gesturing for her to sit down, which Roxy eagerly did. “What’s up?”
“Oh you know…” Roxy responded, shrugging her shoulders even though none of us knew. Dom and I exchanged a look, while Louis looked as if this was all perfectly normal.
I, however, was deeply confused. I was the reason Roxy no longer had her best friend. I was the reason that everyone had been sneering at her in the hallway. So why was it that she was purposefully going out of her way to talk to Dom and me? Shouldn’t she be trying to keep her distance? Shouldn’t she hate me?
More importantly, could it be possible that she actually wanted to be friends with me?
“So, Corinne,” Roxy said, smiling at me happily, which I took as an answer to my question, “What brings you to the Gryffindor table? You’re normally always at the Slytherin one.”
My mouth immediately twisted itself into a straight line, as I remembered the two traitors that were Tyson and Chaise.
“Yes, well,” I said, as I absentmindedly drew circles onto the dark wood of the table, “Tyson and I sort of had a… er… falling out.”
“Really?” Roxy asked, looking surprised. Louis’s expression matched hers, and they both stared up at me questioningly.
“Um, yeah,” I said shifting uncomfortably in my seat.
“Why?” Louis asked interestedly.
“Because guys are bloody arseholes!” Dom exclaimed, smacking her fist on the table to enforce her point. Roxy and Louis looked at her worriedly.
“Oh yeah, Dom,” Roxy said, her voice softening as she looked at Dom sympathetically. “I heard about your… uh…”
“That Chaise called you a controlling bint and then dumped your arse,” Louis responded, bluntly.
Dom seemed enraged at this mentioning and I could have sworn she growled as she narrowed her eyes at Louis. “For your information,” Dom spat, “I dumped him."
“But he still called you a controlling bint, did he not?” Louis asked, taking pleasure in the fact that he now had something to annoy Dom with. He really was the quintessential brother in that aspect.
However, Dom’s furious expression faded and she instead blinked a couple times, before looking away from Louis and down at her hands. I knew, that while she was putting on this front of just being angry at Chaise, she had really liked him, maybe even loved him, and that this had to be hard for her.
“Louis,” I warned, using his full name, which I only did when I was serious. Louis sensed this, and then I gestured to Dom, who was picking at her nails.
“I’m sorry, Dom,” Louis said, changing his teasing expression to one of sincerity. “I was just—”
“It’s fine,” Dom said, quickly cutting him off, not wanting the conversation to continue any further.
“So,” Roxy said, obviously sensing Dom’s mood and deciding to change the subject. I shot her a thankful look. “How do you think you did on the Charms quiz?”
Roxy was referring to the previous period, in which Professor Flitwick had given one of his infamous pop-quizzes. He was an avid pop-quizzer, because he thought it made students more likely to pay attention in class, when in all actuality it just made a lot of students hate him.
“I think I did alright,” I responded a bit uncertainly, keeping my eyes trained on Dom, who was furiously picking away at a hangnail. “What about you Dom?”
“I think I did fan-freaking-tastic,” Dom responded, an edge to her voice.
Roxy seemed a bit alarmed at Dom’s tone, but decided to continue on with the conversation despite that. “Yeah, when I was talking to Wyatt, he thought he did pretty bad. But since Professor Flitwick loves him, he’ll probably get a good grade anyway.”
“Mhmm,” I said, a smile pulling at my lips at the mention of Wyatt. “And how are things with you and Wyatt?”
Roxy took this moment to bite her bottom lip again as a faint blush tinged her cheeks. Dom’s head popped up in interest. “I’m not really sure what you mean…” Roxy said trailing off.
“What she means,” Dom said, taking charge of the conversation. “Is that you and Wyatt fancy each other, and that we all want to know when you’re going to make it like… official.”
“She’s right,” I said, nodding solemnly. “There’s nothing I hate more then an almost-relationship.”
“It’s true,” Louis joined. “And when Corinne get’s too antsy about how long things take, she likes to take the reigns herself.”
Roxy shook her head so that some of her dark hair covered her face, obviously trying to figure out a way out of the conversation. “Me and Wyatt don’t… you know… like each other. We’re just friends.”
Dom rolled her eyes before staring off across the room, where Chaise was sitting and laughing with Tyson and Wyatt, completely unaffected by the break-up. “That’s what they all say.”
“Can’t you guys just all sit down and talk?”
“Doooom, why not?” Wyatt whined.
“Because I have nothing to say to him.”
“But,” Roxy began, looking from me to Dom with a sad expression, “Don’t you all want to be friends again.”
“Of course we do,” I said immediately, adjusting myself on the couch of the common room. “But this is something that just can’t be fixed, you know?”
I was, of course, referring to the rift that had now formed in the group between Dom and me against Tyson and Chaise. None of us had made to have any sort of conversation with the other since Potions class a couple days ago (we had even taken to changing our seats in the class) and I wasn’t sure if we ever really would. It was starting to worry me, because I had never been in a fight with either guy for this long, and I knew it was worrying Dom as well.
“I don’t understand,” Roxy said, her face completely puzzled.
Somehow, over the past couple of days, Roxy had become a permanent fixture in our group. This was mostly because she offered an unbiased opinion into the whole argument, and also the fact that her and Wyatt were always together now-a-days, and were most definitely on their way to going out. This could be shown by the fact that her and Wyatt were now sitting extremely close to one another, while his hand was casually strewn around her shoulders.
Friends my arse.
“They’ve said a lot of shit to us,” Dom said, cutting her way in with a matter-of-fact voice. “Shit that can’t be taken back, no matter how much either of us wishes.”
Roxy and I grew quiet as Dom said this. Neither of us really knew how to act around Dom ever since her and Chaise’s break up.
“Can’t you at least try for me then?” Wyatt asked, looking between us. “I feel like the child of divorced parents.”
I sighed at this. But it was mostly out of guilt. The past couple of days Wyatt had been passed back and forth between us all like a hackey-sack, as he tried to keep the peace and get us all to be mates again. It had been hard on him having to deal with it, which is a lot of the reason he’d been hanging out with Roxy instead of us, if only to get out of the drama.
“Wyatt,” I started, but then I wasn’t sure what to say to comfort him. Instead I just let his name float in the air, before disappearing. I sighed.
“But, You guys have to make up before the Hogsmeade weekend,” Wyatt whined a bit desperately. “I mean, it’s your birthday then.”
My birthday. In some strange change of fate, it had managed to fall on the first Hogsmeade weekend at Hogwarts. Something that I was excited about, because it meant that I could actually do something on my birthday. However, the whole fight with Tyson and Chaise was really putting a dampener on the impending day.
“Corinne can have a good birthday without the traitors,” Dom snapped back, trying to prove a point.
“This is just so annoying,” Wyatt complained. “We’re all best mates. And the reason you guys are fighting is stupid.”
“Why are you guys even fighting?” Roxy asked, a bit timidly, causing us all to look at her.
“We are fighting, because of loyalty,” Dom stated dramatically. Wyatt rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed, while I nodded my head to agree with Dom.
“What do you mean?” Roxy asked, arching an eyebrow.
It was after this, that Dom launched into a log and dramatic account of all the events that had unfolded that snowballed into the predicament we were now in: James’s obvious participation in the Great Hall prank, Chaise’s friendship with James, Tyson’s harsh words. When Dom was done talking, I found myself becoming furious all over again at everything that had happened.
“Um…Corinne?” Roxy asked, biting her bottom lip (she seemed to always do that) and looking at me as though she had something she should say.
“Yeah?” I asked absentmindedly.
“James didn’t help Madison and Elise with the Great Hall thing…” Roxy said, fiddling with the ends of her hair as she talked. “It was…erm… Freddy.”
There was a long silence after she said this, as each one of us took the news differently. Dom looked extremely confused, whereas Wyatt looked hopeful. I, however, was in denial.
“How do you know?” I asked, suddenly not wanting to believe her. I mean, everything pointed to James having a hand in it. Not to mention I had totally freaked out on James after it happened. He had to have been involved in some way. Right?
“Because him and Freddy kind of got into an argument about it,” Roxy said slowly. “That’s why James and Chaise have been hanging out more. Him and Freddy aren’t on speaking terms.”
I was about to respond when-
“That makes so much sense!” Wyatt exclaimed, seeming excited at the fact that he finally understood something. What that something was, I wasn’t quite sure. ”I didn’t want to mention this because I knew it’d piss you off, but James was the one who told me where to find you when you were holed up in the library. He had some sort of map or something I think…”
After Wyatt said this, there was a strange sort of realization that washed over me. I suddenly thought back to the moment in the tower, where James had come to check up on me. He had only been trying to ask me how I was, and I had yelled at him and told him he was an awful human being.
He had actually (for once) not deserved it.
As soon as I made this realization, I made another one. One that was even worse than the first.
I would have to… maybe… eventually… apologize. To James Potter.
A/N: Here it is: Chapter 17. The chapter that has been the hardest for me to write thus far. I'm not sure why but this chapter really was a battle to get done. I'm not even sure how I feel about it, but I'll leave the opinions up to you. I'm just deciding to post it so that I can get it over with, and move on to the next chapter.
I know it took me a while to get this out, and I would like to apologize (again) for how my updates have been lately. I don't think my updates have been particularly slow, I just think they've been slower than they normally are, which is why I'm apologizing. However, I do have to tell you all that updates probably will continue to come out slower until December rolls around, because I'm very busy working on college apps and such, so it takes longer for me to pump out so many chapters.
It's not that I'm going to be abandoning the story for months, but I will only be able to update once every two weeks instead of my usual once a week type of schedule. I hope you all can bear with me through it :)
So anyways, onto my chapter questions: What do you think about Tyson siding with Chaise? What about Dom and Chaise's breakup? Who's really being the selfish one in the argument? What about Roxy? What about JAMES? Most of you areadyl knew he had nothing to do with it, but are you at least a tiny bit surprised?
Let me know what you think of the chapter in a review below! Which brings me to another topic: Thank you all so much for the positive feedback on my last chapter! I still am so totally overwhelmed by the support you guys give me, and I'm insanely flattered. You're reviews continue to make my day.
So THANK YOU for reading/glancing at this story<3 I honestly have the best readers out there, I swear. The tips and encouragement you guys give me is amazing.
p.s. The spacing is not my doing. I hate how large the gaps are between the paragraphs as well, but I figure instead of wasting time trying to figure out how to fix it, I'll just post the chapter, eh?
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