Chapter 20 : Chapter 20: This Can't Be Happening
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Lily wasn't talking to me (we had an argument about James), Sirius would not stop bothering me, and Ashley wasn't being herself. I need to become friends with Ashley tomorrow, and help out Ashley! Yes, that is what I must do!
Mushroom. Why me?
"Goodbye, Black." I muttered, holding my books to my chest and hurrying out of the library.
The thing I love about being a Ravenclaw is that the common room is nearly always quiet and calm. I myself am a very studious Ravenclaw, so I quite enjoy the silence.
I settled into a table in the far right corner to commence studying. All forces go. Right, sorry, anyway. I was absorbed in my herbology textbook when I was rudely awakened by someone calling my name.
I looked up, startled, at Lily.
"Lily? What the mushroom are you doing in the Ravenclaw common room?" I asked, attempting to get the crick out of my neck.
She sat down across from me, her emerald eyes sparkling with worry.
"I'm so sorry!" she blurted out.
Oh. Alright then.
"I shouldn't have blown up like that! It's not your fault that you actually find Potter a decent human being!"
I attempted to stifle my laughter.
"It's alright, Lily," I said, patting her arm in an attempt to calm her down.
"It's just your birthday is coming up, and you just can't be cross with me on your birthday!" Lily's voice went high pitched and she started ringing her hands.
My smile turned to a frown. My birthday. October 4. Huh. How had I forgotten? I loved my birthday.
"Please don't do anything for my birthday!" I begged Lily.
She leaned back in her chair, her expression full of shock.
"But you love your birthday!" she cried.
Why did she keep emphasizing the word birthday?
"That I do, but this year is not a good time for me."
Lily rolled her eyes and scoffed.
"You're not celebrating your birthday because it's not convenient for you? Hell no! You're celebrating it." She shook her head and stood up. "Goodbye, Elizabeth," she said, ignoring all my protests and left in a swirl of red hair.
I slumped in my chair and rubbed my eyes tiredly.
It was going to be a long week.
"I heard your birthday is coming up, Lizzie."
I pointedly ignored Si-Black and continued eating.
"How the hell did you know that?" Katie asked, giving him a fierce glare.
He grinned at her.
"A little birdie told me."
Katie continued glaring at him, but the effect was ruined by the amount of mashed potatoes she was shoveling into her mouth.
Yum, mashed potatoes. While Katie was glaring, I put a pile of her potatoes on my plate and drowned it in gravy. When Katie's eyes flickered down, she gasped dramatically.
"Elizabeth! You stole a ton of potatoes!"
"It was only a little! And they're for everybody!"
Katie narrowed her eyes at me.
"Sorry Katie," I said meekly.
"You should be."
"You guys are sort of weird."
I pointedly ignored Black's comment.
"I'm going to get some more mashed potatoes from the other end before Leslie comes over and kills me." Katie said forlornly, looking down at the empty bowl. She stood and left.
Great, now I'm alone with Sir-Black.
"Lizzie? We need to talk."
I took a bite of my mashed potatoes.
Sirius frowned. I mean Black! Black frowned.
"Fine, I'll talk at you."
"I'm sorry that you took breaking up with Ashley as a personal offense-" I hate him. "But it wasn't supposed to. I think you're being very immature, Lizzie." The nerve! I could kill him.
Instead, I took another bite of my potatoes.
S-Black made a sound of annoyance.
"When will you stop being so immature?"
"Me? I'm being immature? Speak for yourself!" I hissed, standing up. "I'm not the one who is going around, breaking girls' hearts just because it sounded like fun! You told my best friend that you loved her, and then cheated on her! I think you deserve a little more than just me ignoring you! You know what it feels like seeing Ashley freaking Edwards not acting like her perky self? It sucks, let me tell you! How would you feel if Lily went out with James, and told him she loved him, then went and cheated? I bet you would never forgive her! Well, newsflash, Black, that's how I feel right now! So just shut the hell up and leave me alone!" I screeched and stormed out of the Great Hall.
Wiping tears from my eyes, I started running.
I pumped my legs as fast as they could go, pushing open the doors to the outside.
"Elizabeth Moore! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Sirius yelled, only a few meters behind me.
My tears clouding my vision, I found myself running into what felt like a slightly fuzzy tree, which knocked me onto my bum. Urgh. Only me.
Huh. Who knew trees could be fuzzy?
Or that they could growl.
Oh, wait . . . I opened my eyes, wiping the tears away from my eyes.
What I saw abruptly stopped my tears from flowing.
With an ear-piercing scream, I scrambled away from the werewolf.
Why is it James always seems to be there to save the day?
Attempting to get up as fast as possible, I stumbled a bit, nearly landing on a big, black dog. Speaking of which, where the hell did Black go?
"I said run, Elizabeth!"
You know, it's sort of an out of body experience, running away from a werewolf. I wouldn't suggest trying it at home, folks.
It felt like I saw stumbling over every stray stick or weed. Possibly even every blade of grass. Just trust me when I say I was stumbling a lot.
I ran and ran and ran, and the air was whipping against my face and it was cold and dark and I couldn't breathe. I gasped for breath, running for the castle as fast as possible. I didn't feel like it was possible to think. But I was. Even if it was the same few things over and over again. Run. Run, Elizabeth, run. Run for your life.
I was nearing the doors. Okay, Elizabeth, hold out your arms so you can open the doors . . . there you go.
"My arm!" I cried, cradling it.
Oh, no. Oh, no!
I dropped my arm, ignoring the sharp pain. I grabbed the door and tried to push it open. I wouldn't budge. Oh crap.
I started banging on the door with one hand.
"Help!" I shrieked.
Suddenly, a hand covered my mouth.
"Shhh, not so loud."
Sirius Black. Of course. The reason I'm out here.
"You do realize that there is a werewolf out there, right?" I hissed, sounding a little muffled because of his hand.
"Yes, I do. Prongs is taking care of him."
My eyes widened.
"James? He could be killed!"
"He'll be fine, Elizabeth! Calm down. Do you want to get detention?" Sirius pushed open the door to Hogwarts. How the hell did he do that?
He started pulling me along, after I stared at the door in awe for a minute too long.
I stumbled along after him. I seemed to be stumbling much too often.
"What's wrong with your arm?" Sirius finally asked as we reached the third floor.
I glanced down at my arm. Huh. Does it normally bend like that . . . ?
"Oh, um, I ran into the doors."
Sirius let out a barking laugh.
"You ran into a door?"
"And you broke your arm?"
"Are you sure it's broken? It could just be . . . hurt?"
"No, I'm pretty sure you broke it, Elizabeth." Sirius replied, eyeing my arm. "I'll take you to the hospital wing."
I made a face.
"I'm there much too often."
When we reached it, Sirius pushed me inside and called for Madam Pomfrey.
She bustled toward me, tutting at my arm.
"Again?" She said dismally. "Well, get settled. You may be here for a while. It's a bad break. How did this happen, anyway?" She gave me a suspicious look.
"Elizabeth ran into a door." Sirius laughed. I blushed harder.
Pomfrey raised her eyebrows.
"Weird kids," she muttered, walking away.
Later that night, Sirius shook me awake.
"Yeah?" I said groggily, sitting up.
"We need to talk to you, Elizabeth." James said.
I nodded, and stood up, stretching. I slipped off the sling. Sometimes I think Madam Pomfrey fixes everything, but just makes us stay overnight just because. I knew my arm was fine.
"I have questions for you guys." I announced, feeling a little nervous. "Why were you there, James? And Sirius, how did you know about the werewolf? Don't act like that, I know you know. How could you keep the werewolf away, James, without dying? What's going on? Why are you giving each other those looks?"
Sirius and James started looking steadily worse as I spoke.
"What's going on? I have to know."
"Elizabeth, we have to tell you something."
"It isn't our secret to tell, though."
I gave them annoyed looks.
"Just tell me!"
Sirius and James exchanged looks.
"Remus is a werewolf."
My blood rang cold.
"The one you met tonight, actually."
"And we're animagi." James piped up.
My mind went blank. Not the pleasurable kind of blank, like the kind I get when Remus kisses me. It was more like the kind of blank you get when you're scared to death. I could feel a white-hot stab of fear run through me.
For what felt like the five millionth time that day, I started running away.
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