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Chapter 16 : Friends are for keeps
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Blanca walked to the showers all muddy and exhausted. For their first lesson, she had made them do laps around the field, and by laps, she made them run while holding their brooms above their heads.
“Good for your balance and stamina!” she had yelled, to be quite fair, Blanca knew she was a terrible teacher and so this was a terrible idea, and moreover, Potter had his ‘thing’ to deal with and so could not show up for this lesson.
“Well, at least we all had a laugh,” she said softly to herself as she turned on the water.
A few minutes later, Blanca was in her school robes and headed for the castle when she bumped into Filch.
“I hear you was nicking some of the xyiophalagus,” he sneered.
“Yeah, I filched some,” Blanca replied coolly, “got a problem with that?”
“I just wanted to tell you that if it were up to me, this school would be seeing you pack and leave for good.”
Blanca smiled, “And I just want to say that if it were up to me, cats would be fed to the hippogriffs.”
Beside him, Mrs Norris II gave a horrific yelp and jumped into the old man’s hands.
Filch looked scandalized, “You take that back!” he yelled, desperately trying to calm the cat in his arms.
“I could, but I don’t speak cat,” Blanca was on a roll, she was already in enough trouble, how much more trouble could she get into? “Good bye Filch.” She said as she pushed past him and walked away.
“Hey, Thomas,” Blanca stopped to face Scorpius.
“What is it you want now Malfoy?” she asked irritably.
“I was wondering….if you could do me a favour,” he said.
Blanca fully turned around and folded her arms across her chest, “Does it involve staying up at night again cos if it’s that…it’s never gonna happen again.”
“No,” Scorpius scratched the back of his head, “it’s just involving me this time…..well, me and the Slytherin team.”
Blanca inched closer to him, “What are you on about?”
“We would like to offer you a deal,” he said, “a pact more or less.”
Blanca narrowed her eyes and nodded, “Let me take a shower first, I’ll get back to you yeah?”
“Meet Zabini and I in this room at 7pm,” he discreetly passed her a crumpled up piece of paper.
“I’m not promising anything though,” she said, looking at him warily, “and if I do come, expect company as well.”
Scorpius nodded curtly, “Good.” And with that, we walked away.
Blanca sighed and laughed silently, she felt like one of those mafia people she had seen in muggle films. Walking the rest of the stretch to the dormitory, she tapped Helga’s anthem and got in, it was quiet, as usual, with a few people sitting in those black leather chairs. Blanca quickly went to her room and got her bath robe and shampoo, it was when she was about to walk out that she noticed Paige and Mel on Paige’s bed.
“Hi,” she said awkwardly.
Paige nodded curtly and Mel smiled.
Blanca gave a short nervous laugh before walking back into the room, “Okay….maybe it’s just me….but like, what’s going on between…?” she gestured to the two of them, “I don’t get it.”
“We’re just chatting,” Mel said.
“Okay,” Blanca made a face and shrugged, “it’s just you two seem to be getting closer…that’s all,” she started to inch back towards the door.
“We’re just really close friends,” Paige replied, “so, I don’t get what you’re not ‘getting’.”
“Last time I checked, Mel was my close friend, hell, she’s my best friend,” Blanca said, “now I don’t even know what goes on in this room anymore.”
“Maybe if you spent less time in the Gryffindor common room….” Paige trailed off, glaring at Blanca.
“Erm….what are you trying to say?” Blanca asked.
“Just forget it yeah?” Paige replied.
“No,” Blanca took a step forward, “come on, out with it.”
They both kept silent, Blanca scoffed and looked at Mel, “Yeah Mel, you’re supposed to be my best friend…there’s no secrets between us.”
“Oh really?” Mel asked, she had on a sad smile, “When was the last time we ever talked?”
“I always try to talk to you….but you’re always with her these days that I don’t even know what’s going on in your life!”
“Don’t make this about Paige,” Mel said, “a least she listens.”
“Oh now, so I don’t listen?”
“No, you just overreact and have a go,” Mel replied, tears were slowly forming in her eyes, “just like you are doing now!”
Blanca opened her mouth to speak but closed it again, she took a deep breath and started to back towards the door, “I think It’s time I went to take a shower yeah?” she said, “And then maybe we could just talk about this the two of us yeah?”
Mel did not reply, she just glared at Blanca as she walked out of the room quickly. Blanca took a quick shower and headed back to the dorm, opening the round door, she found that Mel and Paige were no longer there. Sighing, she put on jeans and a T-shirt and threw her robes over them, walking to her bedside table, she took the piece of paper that Scorpius had given to her and looked at the classroom number that was there, it had never been used in years and was in the east wing of the castle, that part was still partially deserted due to the extreme damage that had been caused by the war. The professors and some aurors had tried to fix it but it was an on-going, very gradual process and they were not even halfway done. Walking into the common room, she spotted Bernie on a sofa, reading a book, taking a deep breath, she called.
Bernie looked up and gave a huge smile, she walked over to him, “I hear you’re teaching first years now,” he said.
“Something like that,” she shrugged, “how are you for 7pm tonight.”
Bernie raised his eyebrows and blushed a fierce red, “Uh…”
“Oh come on!” Blanca laughed, “It’s not like I’m asking you out on a date or something! It has to do with quidditch.”
Bernie nodded and closed his book, “Go on.”
Blanca sighed, “I know this is going to sound crazy and all, but the Slytherin team wants to meet us tonight.”
“Like for a match?”
“No, I think they want to strike a deal with us,” she said in a low voice.
Bernie looked alert and sat up in his chair, “Blanca, are you sure you can trust them? For all we know, this could be a trap!”
Blanca sighed, “I know, but why don’t we just go…and you know, see what they have to offer us.”
Bernie swallowed, “Where do they want to meet?” Blanca passed his the piece of paper with the venue written on it, he scoffed and shook his head, “No, I am not risking my neck out on restricted grounds Blanca, like I said, this could be a trap.”
“Come on Bernie,” she begged.
“And since when did you trust a Slytherin?” he asked.
“And since when was a Hufflepuff untrusting?” she countered.
“There is a fine line between being trusting and being stupid,” Bernie said, “and doing this…okay, just going to be this place would be doing the latter.”
“The, what do you suggest I do?” Blanca asked, he was her vice-captain and there was no one she trusted with this issue more than him.
“Do you think that we could benefit from this deal they want to make with us?” he asked.
Blanca shrugged, “I don’t know, that’s why they want to meet in the first place.”
Bernie sighed and rubbed the back of his head, “Okay, let’s ask for a change of venue,” he said, “then maybe we can listen to what they have to offer….by the way, who approached you about this?”
“Malfoy,” there was no point in lying to him.
Bernie nodded, “Of course,” he said, “try to find him and ask for a change of venue then.”
Blanca fiddled with her still damp hair, “Fine.”
The common room door opened and in walked Florence and Linda, Bernie looked at them and smiled, Florence blushed and looked down before disappearing into their dorm.
“What was up with that?” Blanca, who had seen everything, asked.
Bernie just shrugged, “Dunno, she always acts strange around me.”
“Maybe she likes you,” Blanca wiggled her eyebrows.
“Oh don’t be foolish,” Bernie replied, “besides, don’t you have somewhere to go, I’ve got a book to finish.”
Blanca smiled at him, “See you later Macmillan,” before she opened the door that led out of the common room and disappeared behind it. Taking her usual shortcut to the Great Hall, she flinched when Al jumped in front of her.
“For goodness’ sake Al, you need to stop sneaking up on people!” she yelled.
“I’m sorry,” Al said quickly, “but have you seen James?”
“Why would I see James?” she asked.
“Um…you two had that teaching thing together earlier,” Al said.
“Oh yeah,” Blanca had completely forgotten about him for a while, “last time I saw him, he was in the broom locker down the quidditch pitch,” she lowered her voice and spoke in a serious tone, “he seemed really upset, I think he needs someone to talk to.”
“Seemed upset about what?”
“Your mom also sent him an owl,” Blanca explained.
“Oh crap,” Al bit his lower lip, “knowing James, he’s probably snuck out to go get a drink or something….he knows he’s on his final warning,” he fumbled in his robes pocket and pulled out the old crumpled parchment she gave him the previous day.
“So you take out some old parchment instead,” Blanca said sarcastically.
“Shh!” Al said, he tapped it with his wand and said, “I solemnly swear I’m up to no good.”
“Al what are you tal-” Blanca stopped mid-sentence as a map started to form on the parchment. From the labels, it was the Hogwarts grounds, there were several little footprints as well, “Albus what is this?” she asked.
“You have to swear never to tell anyone about it,” he looked at her in the eye.
Blanca shrugged and nodded quickly, “Sure, what is-”
“It’s a Marauder’s Map, my grandfather and his friends invented it when they were here,” he explained, “it lets me see anyone who is on Hogwarts soil and exactly where they are….their movements too.”
“So, you’re going to see if James’ around,” Blanca realised.
“There he is,” Al said, “oh no.”
“He’s not here anymore.”
“What do you mean?”
“He was walking this corridor yeah,” Al showed her on the map, “then, he just disappeared. And it’s nowhere near the Room of Requirement.”
Blanca stared at the parchment, “I think I know where he might be.”
“Let’s go then!” Al said.
“That’s the thing, I know…but I don’t know how to get there,” she explained, “it was James who took me.”
Al’s face dropped, but only for a second. He sighed, “Okay then, as long as it’s not outside school, then I think he’s alright.”
Blanca gave a small smile, held his hand and squeezed it gently.
“What?” Al laughed nervously.
“What?” Blanca asked.
“You squeezed my hand,” he said.
“Last time you did that was before we kissed at the Yule ball,” he said, not meeting her eyes.
“Oh, did I now,” she quickly let go of his hand and struggled for where to look.
“And you had the same look you have on your face now,” he said.
Blanca sighed, “I’m hungry,” she said suddenly, “care to go for supper with me?”
“Yeah, sure,” Al replied, glad at the change of topic.
“Well then,” she said, and started to walk, he quickly caught up to her and they entered the Great Hall together. They sat at the Gryffindor table and as soon as her bottom hit the bench, Blanca grabbed a turkey leg and started to attack it.
“Someone’s hungry,” Al observed.
“Mmm hmm,” she could not talk. She gulped some pumpkin juice and looked at him, “I forgot to ask, um…did you talk to your mom?”
“Yeah,” Al shrugged, “McGonagall has allowed for them to come and see us tomorrow, so I hope that maybe we can smooth things over.”
“What?” Al asked.
“I like how you’ve kept calm at all this you know,” she said, “if it were me I’d be crying shit loads by now.”
Al laughed and playfully shoved her. She shoved him back and their playful fight was soon over when they heard a someone clear their throat behind them. Blanca and Al both turned behind to see Maxime and her friends, all staring down at them.
“Hi,” Al said with a smile.
Max quickly put a smile on her face and kissed her boyfriend full on the mouth, not bothering to be polite, she shoved Blanca aside and squeezed herself in between her and Al. Lauren and Rhiannon both sat next to Blanca.
“I missed you,” she said, “where have you been all day?”
“I had classes,” Al replied.
Blanca rolled her eyes and reached for a bread roll, her attempt was unsuccessful as someone- or more specifically, Lauren, tipped her goblet pouring pumpkin juice all over Blanca’s robes.
“What the fuck?” Blanca asked.
“Oh sorry,” she said plainly, “it was a mistake.”
“Ugh,” Blanca used her wand to dry her robes but they were still sticky.
“What’s wrong Blanca?” Maxime said in a sugary voice.
“Nothing,” Blanca was clearly upset, “I just got a little juice on my robes.” She went back to working with her wand.
“Here,” Al said, “I know a charm for that, let me help you.”
“You take Charms as well do you not?” Rhiannon asked Blanca, “You surely must be smart enough to know a spell no?”
“Slag!” Lauren cough-said.
“Al, I thought you hurt your wand hand,” Max said, “you sure you want to use it?”
Blanca huffed and quickly got up from the table. “Blanca!” Al said.
“I’ll talk to later yeah,” she told him before leaving. Her hands were balled up into fists, these days, why could she just not have a peaceful day in the Great Hall. Halfway down the hall, she met Scorpius.
“Someone seems to be in a hurry,” he said.
“Sod off,” she replied.
“Someone’s upset you,” he said, looking at her, “want to talk about it?”
Blanca made a face, Scorpius smiled coolly, “Come on, let’s go to my table.”
Blanca looked at him, it was funny how in private, he was a nervous wreck, especially over Rose, but in public he was cooler than a fish in water.
“Whatever,” she sighed, “I need to talk to you about that thing anyway.”
She followed him to the Slytherin table and sat, but not without a few hostile glances from people.
“What?” she barked at third year.
“You don’t belong here,” the third year smirked.
“Are you looking for a slap?” Blanca asked him.
The third year opened his mouth to speak when Scorpius beat him to the punch, “If you know what’s good for you, you will shut up and leave.”
The thin faced boy looked at Blanca sourly before getting up and leaving.
Scorpius looked at Blanca, “So, what was it you wanted to tell me?”
“This place you want us to meet at,” she shook her head, “it’s not working for me and my people.”
“You have your people, and I have mine,” Blanca retorted.
“So, where do you rather we meet?” Scorpius asked, “Say, the Herbology greenhouses, you know, your home turf and all?”
Blanca shook her head, “That won’t work.”
“I’ve been banned from there,” she said quickly.
“Long story that’s none of your business,” she replied quickly, she got a goblet of water and gulped it.
Someone swept by and sat next to her, putting he in between him and Scorpius, she looked to her side and saw that it was Zabini.
“Zabini,” she nodded.
“Thomas,” he returned the acknowledgement, “I hear you first day of training was….a complete and utter disaster.”
“Depends on who you talk to,” Blanca replied, “and if you people want me to go forward with whatever it is you want me to do, you’d better be nice to me Zabini.”
Zabini looked at Scorpius, “So you told her.”
“Yes, but she won’t accept the venue,” Scorpius replied.
“It’s too dodgy,” Blanca said.
“She won’t accept that too,” Scorpius said.
Zabini sighed, “Where would you rather we met?” he asked.
Blanca pouted, “I was thinking more neutral ground…how about room Q15?”
“The old Charms classroom?” Zabini asked.
Blanca nodded, “Anyway, before we make anything official and shit,” she said, “what is it you want from us?”
“We want to do you a favour,” Zabini replied.
Blanca scoffed, “A favour?”
He took a bite of his sandwich, and chewed slowly “Come by Q15 at 7, and then we’ll talk details.”
There was a loud clang, Blanca looked up and saw that at the end of the Hufflepuff table, Mel had knocked a tray over.
“She gets clumsier every term,” Scorpius said.
“Hey, that’s my mate you’re talking about!”
“Don’t know….” Zabini was shaking his head, clearly in his own thoughts and not listening to anything Blanca had said, “maybe it’s just me but ever since potter started shagging her, she seems to have improved on the klutziness.”
“What?” Blanca asked, clearly shocked.
“Did you not know?” one of Zabini’s friends asked incredulously, “James Potter’s slipping her one ever since we came back this term, every half arsed idiot knows that!....she’s a proper slag.”
“Erm, who are you?” Blanca asked, not bothering to be polite.
“Oh, that’s my mate Darren,” Zabini replied, not bothering to look up, “oh wait,” he said, “you said she was your mate right?”
“You pricks,” Scorpius said to Zabini and Darren.
“Sorry babe,” Zabini said to Blanca.
“I’ll see you at seven yeah,” Blanca said, getting up, then, looking sharply at Zabini, she said, “and I’m not your babe.”
Fifteen minutes later, Blanca was leaning against the wall of room Q15. It was one of the several extension classrooms that had been built outside the castle during the time the castle was being fixed after the war. McGonagall had decided that those students who wanted to learn would not be deprived of their right and ordered a small extension outside be built. To her right stood Bernie and to her left, one of her Beaters, Priya, Bernie had a rolled up cigarette in his hand and was coughing.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Having a smoke,” he replied, “what does it look like?”
“Do you even smoke?”
Bernie looked down, slightly embarrassed.
“Then get rid of it!” Blanca ordered.
“What an idiot,” Priya laughed, she had a gruff voice for a girl.
“I’m an idiot yeah?” Bernie asked, “Nice one chav.”
“Oi call me a chav one more time and I’ll kick you so hard your gran will feel it!” Priya retorted, Bernie was tall, but she easily towered over him and was bulkier
“His gran will feel wha-” Blanca shook her head, “can you two just stop it! We’re meeting Slytherins and the last thing we need to be is divided.”
“Why are we even doing this?” Priya asked, her arms folded across her large chest.
“We just want to see what they can offer us and if we’re not happy, we leave, I promise!” Blanca said.
“Whatever it is, I just hope it doesn’t involve cheating or anything illegal,” Priya said, “I’m all up for pacts and stuff but there’s a line we need to observe.”
“Yeah, keeping up with the Hufflepuff honesty,” Zabini’s voice surprised Blanca. He had approached them. To his right was Scorpius and to his left were Frida Bullstrode and a guy she did not know.
“You’re late,” she said.
“What are they doing here?” Zabini asked, gesturing to Bernie and Priya.
“What are they doing here?” Blanca used the same question against him.
Zabini sighed and they all walked into the candle lit classroom. Sitting on opposite ends of the large desk that served as the Professor’s, they glared at each other for a while before Blanca sighed, “Well, you brought us here! Now what?”
“Like I said earlier,” Zabini said, “we’re here to do you a favour.”
“The quidditch cup,” Zabini said simply.
“What?” Blanca asked.
“We’re offering you the chance to have an easy win at this year’s inter house cup,” Scorpius said.
“And just how are you gonna do that mate?” Priya asked.
Zabini removed a roll of parchment from his inner robes and laid it on the table, “We’ve looked at the statistics and have come to the conclusion that Gryffindor’s team is the strongest this term.”
“Oh that’s comforting,” Blanca said sarcastically.
“The point is,” Zabini said, “they have the highest odds at winning this cup-”
“And we don’t want that to happen,” Scorpius said.
“So,” Zabini continued, “Slytherin and Ravenclaw house take a dive, leaving you to only deal with Gryffindor, cake.”
“So…you’re saying that you’ll lose the matches on purpose?”
“Yes. But only to Hufflepuff house, giving you guys power on the scoreboard.”
“Even Ravenclaw house?” Bernie asked.
“I believe I said so,” Zabini replied.
“How are you gonna get them to lose?” Bernie asked, “they surely are not going to adhere to this bullshit plan.”
“Actually,” Zabini leaned forward, “they devised this bullshit plan.”
Blanca was taken aback, surely they had thought this through.
“We only need Hufflepuff’s cooperation and it’s all spin from there,” Scorpius said.
“And why?” Priya asked, “Why should Hufflepuff win? Surely you would want the cup for yourselves.”
“Yeah,” Blanca agreed, “you obviously want something in return.”
Zabini smiled and leaned back, “Only a simple contract to ensure this cycle goes on every year. This year, Hufflepuff, the next year Slytherin, and the other year Ravenclaw,”
“What we want is for Gryffindor to be completely cut off from the cup,” Bullstrode spoke for the first time.
Blanca took a deep breath and thought about it for a while, the image of her leading her house to victory in her first year as captain was really appealing, but again, these were Slytherins she was dealing with, how sure was she that this was even genuine? But again, the look on James Potter’s face at Gryffindor’s loss of the cup, it would be their first loss in 5 years if this plan was to work…James Potter, Blanca’s blood ran cold then hot again, she had not forgotten what Zabini had said earlier during supper.
‘But what about Al?’ the tiny voice in her head said. She sighed in a frustrated manner, she could not do it to him, he was her best friend. But there was the cup, and winning, and-
“I don’t like this idea,” Priya woke Blanca from her thoughts, “it’s the same thing as cheating.”
“There’s no cheating involved,” Zabini said.
“You’re fixing matches mate,” the Indian girl with the derby accent said, “that’s the same thing.”
“Well then, it’s not up to you,” Scorpius said, “I believe your captain has the final say.”
All eyes were on Blanca as she leaned back in her chair, hands in a praying position, she sighed and looked at her teammates.
Bernie shook his head slightly, “It sounds like a good idea,” he whispered, “but I’m not sure about it.”
“I say we leave it mate,” Priya did not even bother to whisper.
Blanca was quiet for a while, her head was spinning. Loyalty vs. glory, honesty vs. respect, a chance to change history, a chance to control the future vs. letting things play out.
“I’ll think about it,” she said.
Zabini nodded, “Fair enough, best to make the best decision.”
She smiled curtly and nodded, “I’ll let you know once I make up my mind.”
“Which would be by when?”
“I’ll let you know when I let you know,” she said sharply, turning to her teammates, she said, “Let’s go.”
All the way back to the common room, Priya was going on about how much of a bad idea this was. “They’re Slytherins for cryin’ out loud, we can’t trust them 100%!”
“She has a point you know,” Bernie said quietly.
“But this could be our only chance,” Blanca started.
“No, we could also win this through our own hard work!” Priya said, “I don’t know a lot about many things but I sure do know that that’s what being a badger is all about!”
Blanca sighed, she swore once she became captain that she would always put her team first, no matter what it came down to. She turned to Bernie, “Round up the rest of the team, emergency meeting in the changing room.”
“So, you mean that they are giving us the cup for free?” Calvin asked.
“Come on, this is Slytherin we’re talking about, nothing is for free with them!” Priya replied.
There was mumbling amongst the team members, Blanca exasperatedly growled and said, “Alright! I brought us here to tell you people about this! So what do you say?”
“I say no,” Priya was the first to speak.
“Anyone else?” Blanca ignored her.
“I’m not really up for it,” Jerome said nervously, “it just doesn’t feel right?”
“Come on guys, this is the cup we’re talking about!” Luke spoke up, “We might never get a chance like this again!”
“Erm, do you hear yourself talking?” Priya asked bluntly.
“What about the Gryffindors?” Mel said in a small voice, “It’s not going to be fair on them.”
“You’re just worried about Potter,” Blanca wanted to say, but decided against it. The thought of bringing James Potter to his knees was really tempting, but again, there were rules to be followed in whatever one did.
“I say we pass it up,” Bernie, who had been quiet all along, finally said, “what they want is leverage; and if we don’t do it, we split the odds back to a fair chance for each team.”
Blanca looked at him, she was impressed. But anyway, he was always the smartest one out of the whole team.
“Yeah,” Priya said, “and who knows, we could get suspended for this crap.”
Everyone was nodding in agreement and Blanca spoke up, “So we are all together on no right?”
“That’s the one,” Bernie said.
“And we don’t tell anyone about this,” Priya said, looking directly at Mel.
“What?” Mel protested.
“You’re the one with the biggest gob out of all of us,” Priya said, “don’t deny it.”
Mel just rolled her eyes and folded her arms, “Whatever.” She whispered.
Blanca pursed her lips, “Okay, I think we can all go back now,” she said, “I’ll see you lot during practise tomorrow.”
Everyone mumbled their goodbyes and got out of the locker room, Mel was the last one to leave and Blanca called to her.
“Yeah,” she replied.
“Remain behind, I need to talk to you,” she said.
“A ‘please’ would not hurt you know,” Mel said.
“What’s this I hear about you and James Potter?” Blanca did not try to beat about the bush.
“Does this have to do with the team?” Mel asked, “Cos as far as I’m concerned, there are no specific rules against seeing rival teams.”
“No, it’s got nothing to do with quidditch,” she said, “it’s got to do with the fact that you’re my friend.”
“Then, as my friend, it’s none of your business,” Mel started to walk out but Blanca beat her to the door and leaned against it.
“Have you been sleeping with Potter?” Blanca looked her in the eye.
“So what if I have?” Mel shrugged.
Blanca gasped, all along, she had been praying for it to have been some silly rumour, “Mel, you can’t be!”
“Can I please leave?” she asked.
“Mel, you know Potter is bad news,” Blanca said, “you must stop seeing him.”
“Are you commanding me to stop seeing James?”
“No, I’m begging you.”
Mel scoffed and folded her arms, “Paige totally warned me about this.”
“Why do you always have to be so selfish Blanca?” Mel asked.
“I know you’ve always fancied James, you’ve wanted him for yourself ever since we were in fourth year-”
“What has gotten into you?”
“And now, now I have him. For once, I have something that you don’t and you don’t want me to be happy!” Mel hissed, “Because it’s always about you, it’s always the ‘Blanca show’!”
“Are you serious right now?” Blanca asked, “All I’ve done in our friendship…all I’ve ever done is look out for your arse and this is how you repay me? By accusing me of being selfish?”
“Is it really an accusation?” Mel narrowed her eyes.
“Do you know how it feels like hearing someone call your best friend a proper slag right in front of you?” Blanca asked.
“Oh is that what they’re calling Weasley now?”
“That’s what they were calling you! You’re still my best friend Mel!” Blanca shouted, “And Rose aint the one causing local gossip at the Slytherin table!”
“So you’re now sitting with Slytherins,” Mel whispered, “no wonder they almost made you admit to that stupid plan…which by the way James is going to hear about.”
“Oh, you know I’ve always had friends from all houses,” Blanca protested, “and you swore you wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“He’s my boyfriend Blanca,” Mel said.
“Boyfriend?” Blanca stopped, “He is not your boyfriend!”
“You’re just jealous!”
“And you’re just naive. Blanca shot back, “Tell me, who did he take to Slug Club with him? Who is he found with all the time? With whom is the whole school saying he is together with? Jenna Hart!” Blanca said, “Don’t you think that by now, if he was your boyfriend, he would have made one of those stupid ‘official announcements’ he makes all the time?”
“You don’t understand, it’s complicated,” Mel was on the verge of tears.
“Fine,” Blanca said, “I won’t tell you what to do, but don’t, and I repeat, don’t come crying to me when your heart’s and your reputation is in shambles cos that’s what going to happen.”
Mel shook her head, “Trust me, it’s not you I’m going to be coming to.”
Blanca sighed and pursed her lips, “Fine then…but just know, if you walk out of this door, you and I are done.”
“Good, now move,” Mel said, when Blanca did not move, she balled her little hands into fists and yelled, “just sod off!”
Blanca moved aside and Mel opened the door and disappeared behind it. Blanca was left alone to her thoughts, she leaned against the wall, sighed and finally sunk to the floor, exhausted; physically, mentally and emotionally.
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