Morning came quickly and Blanca quickly jumped out of bed the moment Madam Lark confirmed her discharge from the infirmary.
“In a rush are we?” Lark observed.
“As much as I would like to chat, I have somewhere to be right now.” Blanca replied.
“Who is it this time?” Lark asked, “The boy whom you hate but can’t resist or the boy you hates you right now but wish he didn’t? Or, is it the boy that’s been stealing your best friend from you?”
“Huh?” Blanca asked, confused.
“You talk in your sleep,” Lark replied as she waved her wand at the bed to straighten it, “it was a wonder I managed to get some sleep form all the ‘I’m sorry Al, I didn’t mean to make out with James, it just happened! You know I don’t like him’..... and ‘Malfoy, please don’t steal Rosie she’s my best friend!’.” Lark nodded and raised her eyebrows at Blanca, who had a hand clapped on her mouth.
“Please don’t tell anyone,” she whispered.
Lark smiled kindly, “Let’s call it the student-nurse’s confidential pact.”
Blanca quickly stumbled out of the infirmary, wondering just how much Lark knew. She mentally kicked herself for talking in her sleep and wondered whether she ever did that in the dorm. Fiddling with the parchment in her pocket, she made her way to the Great Hall, Blanca only realised that it was Sunday when she was greeted by an almost empty hall. There were a few sixth years here and there but the majority were third years and below, all huddled in their little groups. She made her way to her table and sat next to Florence, who was seated at the furthest end of the Hufflepuff table, quietly sipping her juice.
“Hello Flo,” Blanca said as she reached for a piece of toast.
“Hi Blanca,” Florence smiled brightly, “lovely day isn’t it?”
“Uh-huh,” she replied uncertainly.
“I heard about what happened at Quidditch practice, I hope you are feeling better,” Florence said kindly.
“Oh, I’m great, it was just a small allergy,” Blanca replied, “I’m more gutted about missing practice, though I know that the team was in safe hands with Macmillan.”
“Yeah, he’s great,” Florence said dreamily.
“How do you mean?” Blanca asked sceptically, for she had seen the look on Florence's face.
“Oh, you know, just with........stuff,” she replied quickly, stuffing her mouth with porridge.
Blanca nodded as she took another bite out of her toast, she had never really been close to Florence, and so, as soon as their conversation had started, so did it finish.
Before she could get up from the table, a large brown owl, one she recognised as a Hogwarts owl, dropped a rolled up piece of parchment on her plate. Opening it, it read;
Dear Miss Thomas,
You have been requested to attend a briefing in my office about a pressing school affair, please be there by 10:30.
The password is Cheshire.
Professor M. McGonagall
Blanca swallowed heavily as she folded the note in her pocket, glancing at her watch, she had about forty five minutes until T-Time and so, she decided to go and find something to do during that time. Immediately after stepping out of the hall, she bumped into Jenna, she was wearing red and gold Quidditch robes, and she looked slightly exhausted.
“I didn’t know you played Quidditch!” Blanca blurted out before she could stop herself.
Jenna looked down at her and smiled, “Oh, yeah, I play chaser.”
“But you just got here!”
“I played when I was at my old school, I was captain of my team,” Jenna replied, not taking any offence whatsoever, “by the way, goodmorning.”
“Oh, oh yeah, g’morning,” Blanca said distractedly as she pushed past the smiling girl and went to the owlery to check if she had any more mail.
The long walk to the owlery was calm and quiet, and Blanca thanked the heavens that she did not bump into anyone on the way there.
Once in the owlery, she made a bee line for Tawny’s shed when she heard a muffled sound coming from the registered post compartment. Curious at what was causing the noise, she tiptoed there and quickly slid the large door aside. Inside the small space were Rose and Scorpius snogging like there was no tomorrow.
“Really guys!” Blanca exclaimed at the startled pair.
“Oh, hi B,” Rose said shyly.
“What are you two doing in the owlery?” she half laughed.
“We were making out,” Scorpius replied honestly.
“Walk away Malfoy,” she said to Scorpius without smiling.
The Malfoy boy did as he was told, but not without giving his girlfriend a small kiss on the cheek. “Hey that’s my boyfriend!” Rose said as Scorpius left.
Blanca just shrugged, “So?”
“So, I was spending some time with him,” Rose smiled, not believing her best friend’s nerve.
“Yeah, let’s let those hickeys on your neck have some time to heal before they become permanent scars shall we?” Blanca said as Rose instinctively threw a conscious hand to her red splattered neck, “Anyway, glad I found you here,” Blanca continued as she gave Rose the note from McGonagall.
“Do you think it’s bad?” Rose asked.
“I don’t know what to think.”
“What do you mean?”
Blanca explained what had happened with the xyiophalagus and how she took the blame for it to a Rose that was nodding as she took in every detail of the story.
“You really did it this time, didn’t you?” Rose said, it was not really a question.
“If I get suspended, my father will kill me twice.”
“But we don’t know for sure if its’ what you’re being called for.” Rose tried to assure her.
“Yeah, but I think I can blame it on his new girlfriend,” Blanca said without listening to Rose’s last comment.
“What?” Rose asked, confused.
“You said your dad has a new girlfriend, how come I didn’t know?”
“Because you have been too busy jumping Malfoy,” Blanca replied.
“I have not!” Rose said, blushing a vicious red, “Anyway, tell me what happened.”
Blanca sat down on the hay and started to tell her everything that had happened, from the previous night with James, to her fight with Albus to her father springing a hot model on her.
“That’s why Al has been in such a rotten mood,” Rose said thoughtfully, “and you shagged James?”
“No! Have you not been listening?”
“Wow, where was I when all this was happening?” Rose mused.
Blanca gave her the look, “Are you sure you want me to answer that one?”
Rose did not respond, instead, she shifted on the floor next to her best friend, “I don’t know what to say.” She said quietly.
Blanca glanced at her watch, it was ten minutes to when she was supposed to see McGonagall, standing up and brushing any hay that was on her, she said, “Well, I have to go now, it’s been a nice half hour with my best friend, such things are rare these days with a certain Malfoy around but anyway-”
“Okay I get it!” Rose laughed, “I’ll try to balance friends and boys better in future.”
Blanca smiled silently as she made her way to the castle, the McGonagall’s office was near the entrance hall, and as she passed it, she took a look at the large hourglasses that had the house points in them, Slytherin was in the lead with the emeralds nearly at the halfway mark, she looked at the Hufflepuff one, the one hundred and ten points she cost her house slunk them back into last place, the little amber pebbles barely scraped the bottom. The reality of losing her house nearly half of its points stung her eyes, but Blanca willed the tears away as she took a deep breath and climbed the stairs that led to the office. She reached a large hallway that had a gargoyle in the middle and said the password, the gargoyle jumped aside and led her into a smaller hallway with a door at the end, outside the door were some chairs and she saw that two of them were occupied by Antonio Zabini and Ravenclaw’s Gordon Mosley. Blanca’s mind quickly did the maths of the situation and released a sigh of relief when she realised that it must have been something to do with Quidditch as the two were captains of their respective houses.
She mumbled a tiny goodmorning and took her seat furthest away from the door. A few minutes later, James barged into the office and took the only remaining chair opposite her, she could see that his hair was still wet, probably from a post-practice shower, and his clothes slightly clung to his body.
He nodded to the other two, as if greeting them and turned his cold green glare on Blanca, who pointedly avoided his gaze.
“I see we’re back from the dead Thomas,” he said.
“Unfortunately for you, I have a long healthy life ahead of me,” came her cold reply.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, the door opened and they quietly walked into the office. Like always, when she came into McGonagall’s office, Blanca’s gaze was drawn to the portraits of the previous heads of the school, most of them were asleep and those that were awake were quietly minding their own business.
“Please, sit down,” McGonagall said as they walked in, “I see we are all well,” she said, giving Blanca a pointed look before turning her gaze to the other three.
After they awkwardly sat down, McGonagall continued, “Tea, anyone?” and when they all declined, she carried on, “Now, you may be wondering why I called you here like this but there is something that needs to be resolved as soon as possible.” She paused for a bit before continuing, “As you may have noticed, Madam Hooch did not return this term, this is because she had to retire,” she paused to let them take the news in before she continued, “Now, of course, as tradition will have it, at the beginning of the school year, we do announce the new teachers but this term, the new quidditch coach was not sure whether she would do it and only just came in this morning. We have decided to properly introduce her to the school this evening but as you here are the quidditch captains, it would only be right that you got acquainted beforehand.” She paused and took a sip of her tea.
“Sorry ma’am,” Mosley took her pause to speak, “But when are we going to meet her? Seeing as she’s not here right now.”
“Well Mr Mosley,” McGonagall replied, “Madam Jones will be with us in just a minute. A little patience will do,” she said a little too sweetly.
Blanca tucked her thumbs in her jumper pockets and softly shuffled her feet, she decided that being quiet would be the best thing she could do after the stunt she pulled the previous day.
Suddenly, an owl flew into the window and dropped a letter on the desk before flying out, McGonagall read it from her square glasses and looked up at them, “Well, I think our meeting has come to an end, your coach will be waiting for you in the quidditch sheds, please be quick.”
The four did not need to be told twice as they shuffled out of the office and made their way to the quidditch pitch, none of them said two words to each other and soon enough had made it to the shed.
In the main area that connected the four houses’ changing rooms, sat their new coach. Facing away from them, she had on deep green short-sleeved quidditch robes and had her dreadlocks tied in a ponytail behind her. A few seconds later, she stood up to face them. She was tall, possibly 6’1 at the least, she was slightly stocky and looked just about forty years old, even though in reality was way older than that, a tattoo of a harpy was flying around her left arm and she had a stern face, one that said ‘You don’t want to mess with me’. She took a few steps towards the four, who had stopped dead in their tracks when they realised who they were standing face to face with.
It took Blanca a few moments to realise that she was standing before Gwenog Jones, one of the most legendary quidditch players of all time. Of course Dean had told her of the times he had met her, but she, Blanca Nandi Thomas, had never ever gotten the chance to meet her. She had met hundreds of great quidditch players but like her peers, this was the first time in her life that she had come face to face with Gwen the Great, and so was as speechless as the others.
“Well,” Jones said, her voice was just like in the radio interviews, feminine but gruff.
“Uh, Madam Jones…………….” James started but was cut off.
“That is Coach Jones for you,” she said holding out her hand for him to shake, “You must be Potter, James Potter,” she said, turning to Blanca, she held out her hand, “You must be Thomas, and obviously you are Zabini,” she said to Antonio as she shook his hand and turned to Gordon, “Making you Gordon Mosley.”
Blanca just nodded, she was too speechless to speak. “It’s an honour to meet you ma’am,” Mosley started, but was cut off by Jones.
“Again, that is Coach Jones to you sir,” she said, “and don’t start the loving just yet, you ain’t seen nothing yet. Walk with me.” She said as she briskly walked ahead of them.
“So,” she started, “you four are the captains of your respective teams eh?” it was not a question.
There was an awkward silence, each student too scared to speak; it was really daunting to be in her presence, she abruptly stopped and turned to face them, “I don’t expect to be speaking to myself you know,” she said.
“Sorry coach,” James said, “I think we’re all just taking this all in.”
“You didn’t expect me to be your new coach,” she said as she turned and continued walking, allowing the other four to tentatively follow her, “let me tell you that I was quite surprised when I got the call, initially, I turned the offer down,” she paused for a second then continued, “but I got to thinking and maybe this could be best for all of us, I haven’t worked with people your age in a while.”
The four still continued to look at the back of her head dumbly, still lost for words, Jones looked up and around the pitch, as if studying it, Blanca could hear her mutter a few things lowly, only just catching the phrases “Seems good enough....could do with a bit of work,” and other observatory comments.
Turning to face the four, she spoke up once more, “So, do you have any questions, any suggestions?”
“Well yes,” Mosley spoke up, “We were already given the timetable of the Quidditch cup match, and I noticed that this time, we start earlier than normal,” he said.
Realisation struck Blanca’s mind, it had not crossed her mind that the games had been scheduled to begin a whole two months earlier than normal, no wonder the pressure was mounting.
“And I understand that the coach does set the dates no?” Mosley continued, “So, why are we in a rush this year?”
Gwenog thought about that for a while before replying, “Walk with me to my office, there is something I would like to show to you lot.”
The trip to her office, which was a few doors away from the Great hall, was short and uneventful, she gestured for them to sit in the chairs as she went to her supply closet to pull something out. She came back with a piece of parchment then she set on her desk as she took her seat.
“You see,” she said, “The World Quidditch Association has been discussing for a while and throwing around ideas here and there, and it was brought to the table that while unity has been brought back to schools of magic after the damage that the second war caused, there still is alienation between the different schools. Let’s take Europe for example; do you know how many institutions of magic are in Europe?”
“Eight,” Mosley replied, “Twelve if you include the institutions of higher learning.”
Blanca’s eyebrows rose up in surprise, believe it or not, she thought there were only three.
“And yet Hogwarts only interacts with Durmstrang and Beaubaxtons right?” Jones asked as though reading Blanca’s mind.
“What does this have to do with anything?” Zabini spoke up for the first time.
“Look at this,” she rolled out the parchment for them to see. It was a map of the world, there were many little dots placed across areas Blanca deduced were countries, “these are all the noted schools of magic in the world, and the Association has been organising a worldwide inter-school Quidditch tournament.”
“So it’s like a Quidditch world cup, but only for students?” Blanca asked.
“You could put it that way,” Jones replied, “this has not been announced yet, I actually only just got the information from a connection, I thought we could start our tournament early so I could see how good you are and try to form a team from that.”
“But isn’t that like cheating?” Blanca asked.
“No, your headmistress knows about it,” she replied, “all the heads of the schools are going to find out about this midnight tonight, so there is no harm done.”
“And when will the rest of the world know about this?” James asked.
“It will be announced on the first day of October,” she replied, “You know, they want some big, half arsed ceremony,” she said, making the students chuckle. “So, the host countries will be announced and you guys will be put in groups, you know, like countries, only this time schools, you will play qualifier matches and the top twenty teams will make it to the host countries to go for gold.” She paused to take a breath before adding, “And I expect you to make the top twenty cut.” Blanca looked nervously up at the woman sitting in front of her, she meant business and it scared her a little.
“So this whole thing is to bring the schools together?” Zabini asked incredulously.
“But don’t you think that competition will only drive us apart?”
“Zabini, think of the Quidditch world cup,” Jones said, “okay, now, have you ever been to a pub during the world cup?” Zabini shook his head, “Let me tell you what happens, I’ll give an example of the last world cup, there was China and Germany in the finals, that’s Europe and Asia, do you know that every European country dropped whatever grudges they had with each other and came together to support Germany? That’s what sport does, it brings a feeling of unity and belonging, you may not be able to make peace with every school that will come your way during this cup, but trust me, even the most isolated of people will come out and make a friend when it comes to something they are passionate about.”
“That’s very touching coach,” Mosley said, “but what about school, especially Potter and I, we have our N.E.W.Ts due by May next year, what’s going to happen if the games get in the way. I love Quidditch, but I don’t want to fail.”
“The Ministry will be able to sort that all out,” Jones replied, “they have already come up with something.” Then dropping her voice, she said, “you do know that this is top secret until the announcement is made in October yes? We don’t want to ruin the surprise for our mates so mum’s the word on this one yeah?”
The four feverishly nodded, this was all happening too fast for Blanca. What if they did not make the cut? What if she did not make the cut for starting team? Jones’ voice roused her from her thoughts.
“So, now that we are done with this,” she wrapped up the parchment and put it in a drawer next to her desk, she looked up and continued, “there is two more favours I would like to ask from you four.”
“Go ahead,” James said calmly.
“First off, I would really appreciate it if you four sat out your first Quidditch matches for the inter-house cup,” she said.
“Wha-” Blanca breathed.
“The first game is arguably one of the most crucial games of the season,” James argued, “you can’t do that!”
“I need to see how your teams work without their captains,” Jones explained, “it’s really important for me to study them that way, and you will be helping me with their stats and data also.”
“That’s just ridiculous,” Zabini mumbled below his breath, receiving a sharp glare from Jones.
“And secondly,” Jones continued, “because of the inter school tournament, I’ll have to be away during certain times because they will be needing to meet with the school’s respective coaches in order to ensure transparency for the whole thing to work out.”
“So?” Blanca asked.
“So, I will not be able to give the first and second years their flying practise lessons,” Jones explained, “And that’s where your help will come in.”
She rummaged through her drawer again and came back with four pieces of parchment, “Now, I talked to your headmistress and she allowed this, seeing as your grades are all good enough to allow space for extra activities,” she handed them their parchment according to the name labelled, “and you’ll be able to receive extra credit for this,” she said pointedly to Mosley, who looked like he was about to speak up again.
Blanca looked down at her copy, which read:
Casablanca Nandi Thomas
Student number: HF1771
House: Hufflepuff (HF)
Monday: Gryffindor and Ravenclaw Second years 14-15hrs
Tuesday: First years 16-18hrs
Wednesday: Second years 08-10hrs
Friday: Hufflepuff and Slytherin First years 10-12hrs
Partner: James Potter
Blanca’s eyes froze on the last words on her table: James Potter.
“Coach,” she and James simultaneously spoke up, he must have read their lists at the same speed.
“We can’t-” they both started to say but stopped, glaring at each other.
“We can’t work together, Potter and I,” Blanca finally said quickly.
“Yeah, we can’t agree upon anything it will be disastrous,” James chipped in.
“Well, you’re agreeing upon something now,” Jones replied, “you’ll just have to work out your differences and act professional.”
“Is there any way we could switch with one of these guys?” James asked.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind working with Mosley or Zabini,” Blanca agreed.
“We don’t even talk,” Zabini mumbled.
“Oh poo!” Blanca chastised, “You don’t talk to anyone, and besides, we can always start.”
“The tables have been specially designed to fit your learning schedules, and unfortunately, if you guys were paired any other way, it would clash with your schedules,” Jones explained, “Zabini and Mosley have more classes, which is why they only have two days to tutor.”
“Damn you two for having too many classes,” Blanca hissed at Mosley and Zabini who were sitting at either side of her.
“Okay then, are we all good?” Jones asked.
The four nodded.
“Well then,” she replied, “I have to sort out my things and settle in....so,” she waved them away, “you are free to go and do....whatever it is you people do.”
“It was nice meeting you ma’am,” James said as he was sliding out if his chair.
“Coach,” Jones corrected.
“Sorry,” James whispered as he rushed out of the room.
Blanca rushed out of the office, and hurried down the corridor. What she needed was a shower, glancing at her watch, it was nearly one O’clock and her tummy was beginning to grumble and protest, whatever she had eaten the previous day had been siphoned off in order to stop the poisoning from spreading and the toast she had at breakfast barely lined her stomach.
She quickly navigated her feet to the common room and finally the dorm. Opening the hatch door, she climbed in, she had expected the dorm to be empty at this time but she found Paige and Melanie on Melanie’s bed, they seemed to have been in hushed conversation until she walked in because they abruptly stopped talking and looked up to see who had just walked in.
“Hi B!” Mel smiled brightly at her friend as she walked towards her bed.
“Hello Blanca,” Paige said, “I hope you are feeling better.”
“Hi guys, yeah, I’m good,” Blanca replied as she rummaged through her trunk for some shampoo, “hey Mel, are you busy this afternoon, cos I was thinking that maybe we could hang out after-”
“Uh, actually Blanca I promised Paige I’d go to Hogsmeade with her later today,” Mel cut in.
“But I thought you weren’t going to Hogsmeade this weekend.”
“Well, I sort of changed my mind,” Mel replied.
“Oh,” was all Blanca could manage to say, “So, how was practise yesterday?”
“We cancelled, after you went to the hospital wing, no one had the heart to continue,” Mel explained.
Blanca nodded slowly as she headed out of the dorm and out into the corridor, luckily for her, since she was captain of her team, she was allowed to use the prefects’ bathroom and so could have a bath at any time of day whenever she felt like. Quickly walking down the corridor, she found the Hufflepuff entrance to the bathrooms and tapped the password, opening the door. Skimming the marble floors, she walked into an empty cubicle and turned one of the golden taps, letting the hot water massage her body as she washed, she let out a deep breath, allowing her mind to drift away for a minute. Her moment was harshly interrupted by a loud thud outside her cubicle, turning off the water and grabbing her wand which was in the compartment that was provided above her, she wrapped her towel around her and came out of her cubicle, wand leading the way.
“What the hell!” Blanca exclaimed as soon as she saw what was going on. A few feet away from where she stood was Albus, he was fully dressed and was putting things back in his cauldron that had dropped; so that was what made the noise.
“What?” he asked rudely.
“Do you care to explain why you have a cauldron in the bathroom?”
“I don’t have to explain myself to you.” Albus replied.
Blanca inched towards him and peered inside the large black container, she noticed that the side had the name James scratched on it.
“Wait, isn’t that your brother’s?” she asked.
Al sneered, “Oh, so the girlfriend is concern-” he did not finish his sentence because she had just socked him in the face, “What was that for?” he asked.
“That was for being an asshole!” she yelled.
Al looked like he was about to say something but he just heaved a sigh and picked up the cauldron and started to walk away.
“You were looking for something huh?” Blanca asked.
“It’s none of your business,” Al hissed.
Blanca ignored his last comment and continued, “And you thought your brother was responsible, you know, wanting to play a mean trick on you.” Al did not reply, “But ask yourself this Albus Potter, when was the last time James ever played a practical joke on you? Oh...what was that? Never.” And with that she started to walk away.
“What do you know Blanca?” Al asked.
“Could it be a piece of parchment?” Blanca asked, “If it is, then I know nothing about it,” she said dumbly as she walked out of the bathroom.
“Blanca wait-” Al started but she was already gone.
“So, what do you think about this,” Blanca handed over her essay on Animagi for Rose to study. It was nearly evening and they were in the library going over their assignments.
“Hmm,” Rose observed as she adjusted her reading glasses to see better, “I think it’s good, though you could use the word ‘Animagi’ less,” she said as she handed back the parchment.
Blanca went back to making the suggested changes and was so busy doing so- it was difficult trying to find synonyms for such a word- that she did not see Al approaching their table.
“Hi Al,” Rose said, looking up from her book, “how can I help you?”
“Just came to ask if I left anything with you when we were studying the other night,” he replied, Blanca slowly looked up to see him; he still had that harassed look about him.
“No, you didn’t leave anything Al,” Rose replied, “Why, are you missing something? You just might want to check with Fred or Ewan, they seem to have a strange fixation for doing such things.”
Al sighed, “Never mind.”
Blanca nearly laughed but bit it back, resulting in her releasing something that sounded like a snort, earning her looks from Al and Rose.
“What’s your issue?” Al asked.
“What’s your issue?” Blanca retorted, “Can’t I choke or snort in peace without prince Albus waging war on me?”
“I’m in no mood for your foolishness right now,” Al sighed.
“Fine by me,” she said getting up and packing her books, “but the next time you decide to lose something, at least ask around, it sure beats snooping around your brother’s things!” she spat, rummaging through her book bag, she pulled out the parchment and threw it on the desk, “See ya later Rose, I know I know, I’m leaving already!” she said to the librarian who was making her way towards their table, a disapproving frown on her face.
Blanca had barely made it halfway down the corridor when she heard footsteps close behind her, she didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Al.
“Just leave me alone you dolt!” She bellowed.
“Seriously, what did I do this time?” Blanca spun around to see Scorpius face to face with her.
“Oh, sorry, I thought you were someone else,” she replied sheepishly.
Scorpius just sighed; this girl really needed some professional help or maybe anger management classes. His mother had forced him and his father to take some, and so far it had been helping.
“Anyway,” Blanca continued, “why were you running down the passage, are you late for something or what?”
“No, actually I wanted you to help me with something....it’s a surprise for Rose....hey! Don’t roll your eyes,” he protested as she began to do so, “so, are you in or what?”
“How much do you have?” Blanca asked.
“Seriously Thomas?” Scorpius asked incredulously.
“Fine,” Blanca replied, “I’ll help you just this once, but don’t make it a habit.”
Scorpius smiled, but only for a split second, “Thanks, meet me at the astronomy tower at midnight.”
“What!” Blanca yelled, “That’s just ridiculous, there is a reason the night was created you know, and it was for baby Blanca to sleep!” she put her hands in a pillow-like shape and rested her head on it to demonstrate what she meant.
“Oh come on Thomas!”
“Fine,” Blanca said after some time, “but only because I love Rose.”
“Thanks,” Scorpius said, and suddenly, he swooped down and planted a kiss on her cheek. So unlike the Malfoy he was.
“Don’t do that again,” Blanca said, but even she could not help but smile bashfully at the Malfoy boy’s show of affection.
Malfoy just nodded and started to walk away, there was a new bounce in his step that Blanca had not seen before, she smiled and turned to continue where she was going when she crashed into Al’s chest.
“So, we’re now talking to Malfoy now huh?” he asked.
“Oh, don’t be so petty,” Blanca said exasperatedly as she started to walk away.
Suddenly, Al grabbed her wrist and shoved her into the nearest class he could find, waving the parchment in her face, he asked, “Okay, where did you find this?”
“None of your bloody business,” Blanca sneered and turned to leave but was quickly blocked by Al.
“Seriously Blanca, who gave you this?” he asked.
“Why do you care about a stupid piece of parchment anyway?” Blanca asked, “It’s old and wrinkly and useless, you know what, you’re weird and that paper is stupid!”
Al gasped, “Is not!” he retorted.
“Yes it is, and you’re stupid!” Blanca pushed.
“I am not stupid!”
“Are too!” came the counter.
“You’re the stupid one!”
“Stupid!” Blanca said, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
“Idiot,” Al mumbled.
“Shut up,” Al could not help but crack a smile too.
“Stupid. S-T-U-P-I-D. Stupid.”
“Shut it.” Al said with a small giggle.
Blanca laughed a little, and soon, they were both in hysterics. The relationship these two had was weird and strange at times, but it just was and nothing could be done about it, it was who they were.
“I’m sorry,” Blanca said, hugging him and burying her face in his chest.
“No, I’m sorry for being such and inconsiderate git,” Al replied.
“Yeah, you should be, you were one.”
“Hey!” Al protested, “You were supposed to say something along the lines of ‘oh Al, you weren’t’!”
“But Hufflepuffs don’t lie,” Blanca replied with a cheeky smile, “Let’s never fight again.”
“Yeah, I missed you,” Al replied, “so, are you now going to tell me who gave you the parchment?”
“Wanna start another fight?”
“Nope.” Al responded quickly.
“Then don’t ask again,” Blanca replied.
They were now walking out if the classroom arm in arm, Blanca had her friend back and could have never felt happier.
(A/N: Another chapter through, I hope you guys enjoyed it. J)
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