Chapter 2 : Arguements Galore.
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When I first started at Hogwarts, I found that as expected, I didn’t exactly like many of my subjects, I enjoyed Charms and Potions, but history of Magic must have been invented by the devil. Along with Transfiguration. Herbology I didn’t mind so much as there was an overlap with potions occasionally. Defence against the Dark arts worried me slightly; I was a little too timid and bookish for any of the dangers that were hypothetically posed to me in those lessons.
I was put in Ravenclaw house, our motto is ‘wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure’, at first I was a little disappointed to be put there. I thought that all the pressure to excel academically could be hard. The same as the pressure I used to get from Mademoiselle Comoret to be as perfect as possible. I soon realised that being in Ravenclaw was the best place for me; my mother was in Ravenclaw before she decided to flee from Hogwarts and its distinguished stone halls.
Our common room and dormitory is in the Ravenclaw Tower. We don’t have a password to enter like the other houses, we have a question or a riddle to answer that changes every time. If we can’t answer the question, we have to wait for someone to come along with the correct answer. That way we are always learning.
In my second year I took on Ancient Runes, everyone I spoke to told me it was a bad idea, too much work they said, or pointless because no-one even uses Runes anymore. But I’m glad I went ahead and took it anyway, I really enjoy it, and that isn’t just the Ravenclaw in me talking.
Potions has to be my favourite lesson of all. I was a little worried about it at first considering I’d always been useless at cookery in my muggle primary school and at home, but potions is completely different. I learned to trust my instincts around the cauldron so it’s easy to know when to add what ingredients and when to stir and cool.
Professor Slughorn, the potions master, has told me that I’m one of the most gifted half-blood’s he’d met, which I took as a compliment seeing as he’s head of Slytherin house and finds it difficult to compliment anyone who isn’t Slytherin or a pure-blood. He even invites me to the ‘Slug-club’ parties; I’ve been going to them since half-way through first-year when my flare for brewing potions became apparent. The slug-club events are quite prestigious, and only the best of the best are invited, which usually means it’s dominated by Ravenclaws. I met Benjy Fenwick at one such meeting.
I’ve been dating Benjy for about a year now; he makes me feel happy about myself. He’s a half-blood too, his mother is a muggle, and his father is a wizard. Sometimes I feel slightly envious that he was brought up in the magical world alongside the muggle one. But then I feel envious of anyone who knew what they were before their eleventh birthday. Benjy has curly light brown hair that falls around his face, making him look sort of angelic. He has piercing green eyes that seem to see right into your soul when he looks at you. His smile holds a thousand secrets and tells you everything about him at the same time. He makes me feel happy when I get stick from the Gryffindors about being a ‘know-it-all’ or when I don’t do as well as expected in an assignment. We argue sometimes, but then, who doesn’t? Sometimes when I’m really happy, I think I love him.
Although, that time isn’t right here right now. “Oh for Merlin’s sake! Ben, nothing happened! Will you stop freaking out?”
“Well, Scar, if nothing happened why were you seen hugging Sirius ruddy Black?” Benjy countered, looking severely pissed off.
“Because I was saying goodbye! That’s what you do after spending time with friends, you hug them goodbye!” I shouted back. I could see where he was coming from. I mean, it’s not exactly a secret that I used to have a raging crush on said Sirius Black. But I wouldn’t be human if I hadn’t had a crush on at least one of the marauders at some point. It’s like an unwritten biological law.
“Why were you spending time with him?”
“Why does it matter to you? Are you jealous?” I knew I shouldn’t really be arguing back like this, but we’d been far too lovey-dovey for too long and, well, it felt good to argue. “That’s it isn’t it? You just can’t get over the fact that I used to think Sirius Black is better looking than you.”
“Oh don’t be ridiculous Scar. What was I supposed to think, you know his reputation, and when I heard from Mulciber of all people that you were seen together I flipped out. It would have been nice for you to tell me first, instead of waiting for me to find out from a sodding Slytherin!” I could see that this wasn’t going to end well. I could either refuse to tell Benjy why Sirius had enlisted my help and possibly ruin my relationship, or I could tell him that I was teaching Sirius to dance for the upcoming New Year’s Dance, a new thing that Dumbledore is trying out, and personally, I can’t wait.
“Can we not talk about this here?” I asked feeling slightly self-conscious seeing as we were standing in full view of everyone walking out of the Great Hall after dinner.
“Fine, let’s go to the lake.” Benjy replied.
“Can I meet you there, I need to grab my cloak, it’s freezing outside.” He didn’t look best pleased at this idea but agreed nonetheless. ‘Okay Black,’ I thought to myself. ‘Show yourself to me.’
“You are joking?” Sirius said staring at me incredulously. We were standing in the corridor by a creepy looking angel statue. There are statues and gargoyles and suits of armour all over the castle, it always makes the corridors and passegways feel populated even when they're completely deserted, like now.
“Well I have to tell him something; Mulciber told him that there’s something going on between us, which is quite frankly ridiculous.” I replied.
“I’m going to pretend that didn’t hurt my ego.” Sirius said with his infamous smirk. “But no, you can’t tell him about the dance lessons. I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“What if I make him promise not to tell anyone else?” I answered desperately. “And, why did you want me to teach you anyway? I still don’t know all the wizard dances, just muggle ones.”
“I don’t have to explain myself to you, and no because I’ve already made you promise not to tell anyone and that doesn’t seem to be working out very well does it?” ‘This is brilliant’ I thought, ‘my second argument in three minute. I’m on fire.’
“I will not screw up my relationship just to save your pride, Black. Either I tell him to keep it quiet or I tell everyone. Your choice.” I answered, actually shocked that I could use an ultimatum to get my own way.
“Oh do you know what? Do whatever the bloody hell you want. Just don’t ever come to me with any of your shit. Okay?” It looked as though I’d actually upset him, although I suspected it was just another of his ploys to get people to pity him so that he would win. ‘Not this time Black.’ I thought as I practically ran down the stairs to meet Benjy, winter Cloak in tow.
“I’m here” I said timidly as I walked up behind Benjy sitting on the bank of the Lake.
“Good, because I’m bloody freezing and you’ve got approximately 5 minutes to tell me what the hell is going on.” Benjy replied, his voice shaking slightly. I couldn’t tell whether it was shaking because he actually was cold or because he was so angry.
“Okay. The reason Mulciber saw Black and I hugging on the seventh floor corridor, was because… it was because… I’m giving him dance lessons” Benjy kept me waiting in the dark for his reply, he was silent for a good thirty seconds, and I couldn’t see his face. And then he started laughing.
“Oh well done Scar. Make that up on your way down from the tower did you. Very good, well done you almost had me going. Now if you don’t mind I’m going back inside.” Benjy said scathingly.
“Ben it’s true! He wanted me to teach him Muggle ballroom dances for the New Year’s Dance!”
“And you just thought that the seventh floor corridor was the best place for a dance lesson did you?”
“We were in the come-and-go room.” I replied.
“The what room?” Benjy shouted straight away, that’s when I realised the mistake in my sentence.
“It’s not a bloody euphemism! Merlin! The Room of Requirement!” I said exasperatingly.
“It doesn’t make sense. Why does Black want to learn to dance?”
“I don’t know” I answered. “Honestly, I have no idea. He said something about wanting impress a muggle-born girl in Gryffindor, but you can never take him seriously.”
“I didn’t know you two were so close” He replied, and I could see the sadness on his face, and I knew there wasn’t anything I could do about it. As soon as Benjy gets an idea into his head, there’s no persuading him otherwise. He’s so darn stubborn.
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