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Chapter 6 : Loss of temper...and some advice
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hey guys...sorry for the delay, i have my finals coming up...anywyas, this is the sixth chapter, and i hope you guys like it!! this again, is Layla's POV...enjoy! and as always, R&R
See, I have this disease.
It’s not that rare, but I seem to have contracted the most severe form around Hogwarts these days.
I’d like to call it the exceptional foot-in-mouth disease.
The disease usually affects people with brains (which is why you don’t find Potter suffering from this) and usually peaks when the brain cell activity drastically comes down.
This has been clearly demonstrated on several previous occasions by yours truly.
Apparently I had a sudden attack of the disease, which is why I found myself surrounded by the Gryffindor Quidditch team, all dripping wet (they were the people idiotic enough to play with the Squid. Well this just proves my theory that Gryffindors are show-offs) and laughing at me (yeah, laugh at a sick person, why don’t you? Tossers!) And right in front of me stood a very wet and a very angry Albus.
I suppose one could see the humour in all of this.
See, I was ranting about how I don’t give a damn as to what Potter thinks of me, and I turn around and find him standing right there having listened to every single word of my side of the story alone (how fair is that, huh?) glaring murderously at me, green eyes spitting sparks, and his fists clenched, while I stood there looking at him like a goldfish that has been Stunned.
I can barely breathe for laughing.
Someone up there has it in for me.
THANK YOU MERLIN! I APPRECIATE THIS!
Albus was really mad at me. I could literally see the vein popping on his forehead. And I couldn’t believe it was because of me.
How is this my fault again?
I didn’t technically do anything wrong here.
I am allowed to hate whomever I want to, aren’t I?
I didn’t even hurt him in any way. I mean, I did say that I didn’t like him, and I also denied my having a role to play in his erratic mood shifts, but that is a good thing, isn’t it? I am trying to distance myself from him as much as possible and bring things back to how they were.
This is a good thing.
I don’t have to answer Potter.
And I most definitely should Not be worried that he is mad at me.
So I closed my mouth (which was still hanging open) and stood my ground, glancing coolly back into the eyes that had not left mine, the eyes that were still green fire blazing at me.
“You-“ he started, his face so red now, he would have made Hagrid’s Salamanders jealous of his colour.
“Yes. Me.” I stated calmly “How may I help you?”
Seriously. It is worth irritating Potter, just to see his reactions. Highly satisfying.
“I can’t believe you just said that!” he said, his voice dangerously low.
“What did I say Potter, that was so unbelievable? I, unlike you, help other people” I said, smirking at him.
“Not that!” he snarled, his face inches from mine” What you said before!”
“Oh, you mean while you were eavesdropping?” I said, still maintaining my calm and detached tone “I suppose it is unbelievable that you are capable of showing emotions, but other than that, I don’t think I said anything wrong”
I heard a loud guffaw at my statement and looked behind Albus to see Cooper clamping a hand on James’s mouth to stifle his laugh.
Al turned around to give a disgusted look at his brother, and turned back to me his eyes flashing, “I don’t think I’ve done anything to deserve what you just said about me, and I’d like you to take that back” he said, struggling to maintain his temper.
Now I got pissed.
I mean, this wasn’t my fault, was it?
“Take what back?” I snapped at him “I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true, Potter. In case it escaped your notice, I have been trying to deny that I have anything to do with you and I am not guilty of anything here. You think you can just barge in on my conversation with my friend and ask me to explain myself? I am Not answerable to You, Potter, and I have no intention of taking back anything that I said. I apologize if I hurt you with the humane comment, but other than that, I haven’t done any wrong. Am I at fault here because I don’t worship the ground that you walk on? Or is it because I don’t follow you like a lost puppy? Or because I don’t adore you and shriek at you and scream ‘I love you’ like your crazy stalker fans? It seems to me that you are accusing me of not liking you. Newsflash Potter: not everyone has to like you and not everyone has to be afraid of you! Do you think you’re some big shot just because you are a Prefect and a Seeker? You can’t expect everyone to follow your orders, we are not your slaves. People in your House maybe willing to let you walk all over them, but if you think I am going to let you do that to me, You Are Mistaken! Wake up and realize that the whole world does not revolve around you!”
I shouted the last bit at him and stalked away, leaving a very quiet and stunned crowd behind me.
“Heya kiddo!” I heard a cheerful voice call me.
I sighed, knowing I couldn’t escape the conversation I was about to have.
I leaned back into the tree, in the secluded part of the grounds where no one would find me. Nobody knew about this place except him. We had discovered this spot when we were kids, and this had become our spot, in a way. We would meet here every week and this was the place I came to when I wanted to escape. It was lovely here, just by the edge of the forest, nestled between the castle and a tiny sliver of the lake. The flowers were mostly in full bloom, and they made a nice carpet. What with the sweet scent and the sound of the water, it was quite peaceful.
He sat next to me, and leaned on the tree as well. He didn’t question me, he knew me too well.
“I did something I probably shouldn’t have” I said, my voice low.
“Well, then why did you do it?” came back the good-natured reply, his tone casual. But I knew he was concerned.
“I...don’t know” I admitted, hanging my head down. I didn’t like admitting my defeat to him; I’d always wanted to make him proud of me. I didn’t want to let him down.
“Well then you probably should find out” he said.
“I’m not sure if I want to” I whispered.
“Sure you do, kiddo. What are you afraid of?” he said, cocking his head to one side.
“I don’t know. I lost my temper, which I shouldn’t have. It wasn’t even their fault! It wasn’t mine either, but...am really confused” I sighed.
“That’s what I’m here for, love. Talk to me, if that helps” he said.
“It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you, but...” I hesitated.
He gave me a smile, and said “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk to me about it kiddo. I’m not your guardian anymore. But I know when something is bothering you, and I think you should probably talk to this person. I know how bad you’re feeling about it, and maybe they are feeling bad about the whole issue as well. Talk to the person and sort it out. That’s one way of making sure you’re feeling better and also making things right with the other person as well, isn’t it?”
I looked into his electric blue eyes, filled with concern for me, and I realized he was right. I should talk to Al.
I nodded, and gave him a smile.
“That’s my girl!” he laughed, ruffling my hair.
I swatted his hand away, and made a face at him. That just made him laugh more.
“Alright, it’s getting late. We’d better go in, I don’t want to end up scrubbing the dungeon floors again. It took ages for me to get the rat spleen out of the cracks” he said.
I laughed and took the hand he offered and stood up.
We were at the Grand staircase, when I asked him, “How did you know I wasn’t okay?”
“Telepathy” he said, with a perfectly straight face.
I raised my eyebrow at him.
“Alright” he sighed, “I didn’t know. But that mate of yours, Dana, came rushing to me when she couldn’t find you. She kept going on about some fight in that shrill voice and speedy talk of hers, and I couldn’t understand a word of it! It was like she was speaking Mermish or something. Anyway, I asked her to calm down and came to find you. I knew this was where you would be. You should probably talk to her. And try making new friends. She is quite mad, isn’t she?” he teased.
I laughed and smacked his arm saying, “I will talk to her. And I will sort out the issue”
He gave me a hug and ruffled my hair once more, before taking the stair to the Ravenclaw Common Room.
As I made my way up the stairs as well, I called “Logan?”
“Thanks” I said.
His expression softened and he said, “What are big brothers for, love?” and gave me a wink before disappearing behind a door.
so?? what do you think of Logan?? love/hate the chapter??reviews and comments please!!! any ideas on how i should take the story further?? are Dana and Logan gonna end up together??? oooh, can't wait!! anyways, reviews and comments are expected and appreciated!!
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