Chapter 8 : Albus and his moment
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“BEA! GET OFF MY PANTS!”
Several crashes followed the shouting. “ARGH! MOTHER OF MERLIN!”
I sighed and faced the blank parchment in front of me. It was November, and almost time for the Durmstrang and Beauxbaton students to park their furry/skimpy asses in the grounds. And to celebrate, most of our homework had either something to do with Halloween which was fast approaching, Durmstrang, Beauxbaton, or the Triwizard Tournament.
For instance, potions: Sluggy had set us a ridiculously complicated potion which was supposed to give whoever drank the potion horrific hallucinations for at least an hour. Sounds fun doesn’t it?
In herbology, we were growing big-ass pumpkins for the Halloween ball. And of course in transfiguration we were transfiguring saucers into bats, and for History of Magic, which unfortunately, was compulsory, we were writing a massive essay on Durmstrang, Beauxbatons and the Triwizard tournament.
Which is what I was supposed to be writing. Hard when all you can hear is your best friend most likely being mauled by a pygmy puff-cat.
“ROSE! ROSE, COME QUICK, BEA IS EATING MY PANTS!”
I huffed and pulled myself out of the very comfy chair I was in, and shuffled towards the boys dorms where Scorpius was currently being attacked.
“ROSE, THANK MERLIN! THOSE TWO WON’T HELP!” Scorpius cried, jabbing his finger at Alice and Frankie, who were doubled up in silent laughter. I bit back a grin and turned to Scorpius. Bea was clambering on Scorpius and was indeed eating Scorpius’ pants. Thankfully not the ones he was wearing.
“She won’t stop!” Scorpius yelled, trying to tug his pants away from Bea. It didn’t work. Bea purred and tore several holes in the pants Scorpius was flapping about. I giggled and pulled my wand out, levitating Bea away from the pants. She landed with a flump on Scorpius’ bed, where she immediately curled up and fell asleep with an innocent, content look on her fat furry face.
“Reparo.” I muttered, pointing my wand at Scorpius’ pants, which he had abandoned on the floor. “I suggest you keep your trunk locked, Scorpius.” I said, my voice full of mirth. Scorpius scowled at me.
“Rose, I need your essay for charms!” Frankie said suddenly. He usually forgot about his homework until the last minute, and would blurt out his realisation in panic, “Please Rose! I’ll never finish it in time!”
That reminded me. I hadn’t actually done it. I frowned.
“She hasn’t done it.” Alice stated knowingly.
“What? How do you know?” Frankie said, his voice rising an octave with fright. He did get rather scared when he hadn’t done his homework. He was like a primary school muggle.
“She’s doing that thing where she calculates how many hours she has left to do something.”
Wait what? I look up at Alice who has her eyebrows raised at me. I try to out stare her, but my eyes water and I look at the floor to hide my watery eyes. Ok so maybe I did add up how long I had to do things.
“Ha! I knew it!” Alice chirped in a sing-song voice. She leapt off the bed she was sat on and flounced out of the dorm, Frankie close behind.
I swear they have an invisible leash connecting the two. That’s how inseparable they are.
“I need to finish the essay. Got a day left.” I said, turning to Scorpius. He nodded and tucked his newly mended pants into his trunk, “I’ll come with you.”
We trudged down to the common room and sat staring at blank parchment for at least ten minutes.
“This sucks.” Scorpius said, breaking the heavy blanket of silence that had lain over us. He too had his quill poised just above his parchment. He hadn’t written anything at all. I glanced back at my own essay hoping the homework fairies had done it for me.
Nope. I had nothing written down.
“Ugh!” I groaned, swiping my essay and ink pot off the table. “Can’t do it!” I stood up and pulled Scorpius up off his chair, “Come on, we’ve got Maths next.”
“Maths? Isn’t that a muggle subject?”
“Oh. Arithmancy then.”
“You don’t take Arithmancy. We’ve got DADA.”
“Really?” I was confused. I thought back—What was happening to my brain? How could I not know it was DADA next? I have all my DADA lessons timed to the second. I do a countdown, I know, it’s sad.
Scorpius strode towards the portrait hole, and nattered in my ear about Merlin knows what. I was too pre-occupied with my thoughts. It seemed my mind was going blank these days. I couldn’t remember much. Hell, I can’t remember what I had for breakfast.
Actually, I can’t remember if we’ve had breakfast yet.
I shake my head as we passed Melanie Johnston. She was laughing behind her hand with her friends at something behind me. I glanced back the way we had just been, but didn’t see anything. I shrugged and heard the laughter increase.
Melanie hadn’t been stalking Scorpius lately, which was good for Scorp, It was weird though, not having to turn around to tell some puppy eyed moron to piss off. We were glad to be shot of her though.
We said hello to Teddy as we entered the classroom and sat down right at the front.
“Today we will be learning how to cast a Patronus.” Teddy said, walking up and down the aisles of desks, his hair changing colour with each step. “Now can anybody tell me the properties of a Patronus Charm?”
My arm shot up. “Rose?” Teddy laughed, his hair back to the usual blue.
“A Patronus is an ancient charm which conjures a magical guardian, a projection of all your most positive feelings,” I said clearly, “The patronus charm is difficult, and many wizards and witches alike are unable to produce a corporeal Patronus—which generally takes the shape of the animal with which the witch or wizard shares the deepest bond or connection.”
“Very good Rose, 5 points to Gryffindor,” Teddy beamed, and proceeded to tap his wand at the black board revealing drawings of patronus’, “As Rose was saying, a Corporeal Patronus takes the form of the animal the witch or wizard shares the deepest affinity with.”
He pointed to a picture of a ghost-like wolf, “This is the form my Patronus takes. Now can anybody tell me why my Patronus takes this shape?” He cast his eyes over to where Albus and I were sitting.
Albus who had sat behind Scorpius and I raised his hand, “Your parents’ patronus’ were both wolves, and as you have a bond with real wolves, and have a wolf-like mind and soul at times, your Patronus takes this form.”
“Yes, that’s right. In other words, a Patronus is like your soul. An otter would mean you were sly, a dove means you show a lot of love, a lion shows you have courage.” Teddy sat himself down in a swivel chair and spun around absent-mindedly.
“And now to the theory,” Teddy said, grinning as several people groaned, “Witches and wizards generally call upon their Patronus when they are attacked, and most oftenly they are attacked by dementors, who as you all know, protect the wizard prison Azkaban. And so, to help you get a feel of the situation, we have here a Forma Dolum, which you all studied in your third year. They are commonly mistaken for Boggarts, but the main difference is…”
He pointed to Scorpius who stuttered, “Eh, um, well, with Boggarts they take the form of what you fear most, and can prove dangerous, but a Forma Dolum takes the form of a weak version of what you fear, so it is not harmful. The spell to banish it is also different: vado bestia”
“Quite right.” Teddy nodded. “10 more points in total for Gryffindor. And now onto the practical!” He tugged on a piece of white cloth that was covering a glass tank, and stood back as a golden mist rose from the container. It headed towards Lorcan Lysander who whispered fretfully to his twin about ‘nargles’ or something similar.
“Don’t worry,” Teddy said, stepping purposefully between the Dolum and Lorcan. The gold mist morphed into a dementor, it’s scaly hands rising from beneath the ripped cloak. “Expecto Patronum!” Teddy said firmly, pointing his wand at the dementor. A gasp rippled around the room as a silvery wolf erupted from the wand and barrelled into the dementor.
It seemed to tear itself in two then re-appear several feet back. “Stupefy!” Teddy muttered, “It won’t render it unconscious, but will force the Dolum to keep its form for now.”
He smiled at us all, “into a line, and remember: It’s Expecto Patronum, and you must think of a happy moment.”
Everyone rushed to be first in the queue, and Scorpius and I somehow ended up right at the back, even though we were positioned right at the front to start with.
Soon, the classroom was filled with the shouts of spells, and oohs and ahhs as some people produced silvery wisps from their wands. Teddy kept everyone at it until they had produced a half-way decent Corporeal Patronus, and then moved on to the next person.
Albus managed a Corporeal Patronus on his fourth go. His was a magnificent Phoenix, which swooped at the dementor and sent it stumbling backwards into the board. I high-fived him as he passed me on his way back to the desk. He grinned and put his thumbs up at me.
Alice cast a Corporeal Patronus on her sixth go—hers was a small monkey, which clambered all over the dementor’s robes (Something which would prove impossible with a real dementor) and chattered loudly, seemingly deafening the Dolum, which proceeded to clasp where it’s ears should have been.
Frankie’s Patronus was very strong, and his was a French Bulldog, which scampered up to the Dolum, barking fiercely. Alice was quietly seething on how Frank only had to do the spell four times before he cast a Corporeal Patronus. Ah, silbling rivalry.
Soon, it was my turn, and I stepped forwards eagerly. The dementor which had torn itself in two, re-appeared directly in front of me. It glided towards me, outstretching it’s scabby hands, ripped material swaying and floating free. I raised my wand and pictured the day I had made friends with Scorp, Alice and Frank. I grinned as I said confidently, “Expecto Patronum!”
A silver wisp escaped the tip of my wand, and thinned out into the air until it was no longer visible.
“Have another go Rose, and picture it clearly.” Teddy said from behind me. I thought about how Scorpius fell into the lake, how Frankie capsized the boat, and how Alice spent most of the time raging about how wet and cold she was. I snorted and raised my wand again, “EXPECTO PATRONUM!”
This time, a four legged creature slunk forwards, it’s tail flicking from side to side, hackles raised. It leapt at the Dolum, and sank it’s sharp teeth into nothingness. I watched as the dementor tore itself up and re-appeared behind Teddy’s desk.
I glanced round at Teddy who was beaming, “Nice Rose, a Tigeress, and on your second try!”
I grinned and faced my Patronus, which was padding around the classroom aimlessly, much to the delight of my fellow Gryffindors. It was a beautiful Patronus, and it even had a slight orange tinge, the kind of orange you’d find in a sunset. But much too quickly, it fell apart into dust-like particles.
I faced Scorpius who pinched my cheek as I walked past him to sit at our desk. I stuck my tongue out at him, “I’ll set my patronus on you.” I warned.
He laughed, “Yeah, well, you watch out, Rosie Posie my dear, my Patronus will knock yours out of the water. The air. I don’t know. Whichever.” He pulled his wand out his pocket as he faced the dementor, “EXPECTO PATRONUM!” He shouted, loudly and clearly.
I was as surprised as Scorpius was when a small, sleek animal leapt out of the end of his wand, swiping at the dementor with claws. It was another tiger, but it didn’t have a tinge like mine did.
“A white tiger it seems…” Teddy said, sounding amused, “A rare creature in the real world, and even more so with a Patronus. That must have been one strong memory you had there Scorpius, to create such a vivid guardian on the first attempt.”
Scorpius merely smiled, “Oh, it wasn’t a memory.”
Teddy frowned for a moment, then seemed to realise, “Well, you did brilliantly all the same. 10 points to Gryffindor. For all the effort you guys put in.” He pointed his wand at the Dolum and it exploded into a fine black powder, and vanished before it reached the floor.
“A mighty fine lesson if I say so myself, and now, TO LUNCH!” Teddy proclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. We all tittered and gathered up our bags and left, chatting animatedly about the lesson. I looked over my shoulder as Scorp, Alice, Frank and I left the room. Teddy was flicking through a book, and muttering to himself.
“This hardly ever happens… The last recorded one was James and Lily Potter the first. It can’t be happening again. It’s just not… possible. Rose and—“ He looked up suddenly and saw me staring at him. He opened and closed his mouth, almost like a fish, then smiled, “Run along then Rose, my most favourite adopted Cousin of them all.”
I raised my eyebrows a little then walked out with Scorpius, Alice and Frankie. What did Teddy mean?
“Lemme think about it... NO!”
“But please Rose, I need you to help me!” Albus begged. He was full-on begging, on his knees and everything. He had his hands clasped together and he was practically grovelling at my feet. Rather distracting when you’re finished an essay for the next lesson.
“Albus, please, I need to finish this, and I can’t help you anyway.”
“But why?” Albus whined, tugging on the hem of my robes. I sighed heavily.
“Do that again, and I will kick you in the face, without caring if you’re my cousin.” I warned him, as I removed another ink splat from my essay.
“It’s just one thing!” He pleaded. “I’ll do anything!”
I looked down at him, “Anything?”
He nodded enthusiastically, “Anything.”
I smirked and lay back in my chair, “Ok then, I want you to…” I thought about it. What should I make my new slave do?
I grinned and leant forwards, “I promise, if you do this, I will help you get it on with her.”
“Don’t say it like that. I sounds sleazy." He protested.
“Do you want my help or not?” I demanded, giving him a stern look. Albus flinched at the hard look in my eye and agreed quickly.
I laughed at the scared expression on his face as I told him what he was to do, my essay long forgotten.
“Any second…” I said to Scorpius as we sat in the Great Hall for lunch. I had told him what Albus had to do on my orders, and he had inhaled his pumpkin juice, then proceeded to snort it out through his nose. Merlin knows how he managed that.
I checked the time. Ten seconds to go. He’d better not chicken out. Nine seconds. If he does I’ll beat his ass from here to Berlin and set fire to his Thumpin’ Thestrals poster. Six seconds. He is rather obsessed with that band. I prefer all the old songs—they’re much nicer, and the lyrics actually mean something, instead of stating the obvious. Four seconds. But really, ever since we copied muggle music, it all got crazy. In a bad way.
Surely you’ve heard of that song where all it says is ‘it’s Friday!’. NO SHIT.
I glanced at my watch. It was time.
Scorpius and I craned our heads round people to glimpse the doors where Al was meant to be making his appearance.
We stared at the door in anticipation, until suddenly, the doors flew open. Every head in the Great Hall whipped round to see a wardrobe float over to the staff table, and settle down just in front of it. Then, a turquoise light seeped out of the cracks in the doors, and met in front of the doors to spell out the words ‘Out I come’.
Murmurs arose from the students, whilst the professors just sat on their butts staring at the wardrobe. Call themselves professors? The wardrobe could be full of dark magic. I’m joking, some of them were ok. Like Hagrid. His rock cakes though—I swear I lost a tooth when I stupidly accepted one in second year. call he"p you get it on with Sl help you get it on with Saileyou' He had his hands clasped together and he
The words then changed to form a hand, which was holding three fingers up. A voice began to count down from three, a finger put down with each number. Three. Two. One!
The wardrobe doors burst open, and Albus stumbled out, singing a muggle song about coming out at the top of his voice. He had gelled his hair so it lay flat, with a parting and everything. Nobody had uttered a word.
Then the Great Hall erupted into laughter, and Al turned slightly pink before leaping back into the closet, making eye-contact with people.
“Always knew ‘e were a poof!” A burly Slytherin yelled, much to the delight of his friends around him, who cheered. Albus winked in his direction, causing the slytherin to choke on his food. Al laughed with everyone else, and slammed the door shut as the wardrobe zoomed off towards the entrance again.
Everyone’s eyes were following the wardrobe, and every one saw the words burning onto the back of the wardrobe, ‘JOKE!’. The wardrobe toppled into the corridor, and the doors slammed shut behind it.
I turned to Scorpius, “I can’t believe he actually did it.”
Scorpius who was looking bewildered shook himself, “Yeah, he put his sexuality on the line for that.”
We grinned, and dug into the mounds of food on our plate. Well, I had a mountain—I eat more than all my cousins all together, and more than Scorpius, which is saying something.
He turns and eyes my smaller mountain of carrots which are perched on top of two oranges, and a slice of pumpkin. “If you eat too many carrots, you turn orange.” He warned.
“If you tell me something bad about my food, I will hex your arse.” I said, mumbling through the mouthful of delicious food, pointing my wand at Scorpius, who began to cough dramatically as he choked on his egg.
“No, no you won’t Rosie Posie.” He spluttered, spraying egg on Alice.
“WHY DOES EVERYONE SPIT THEIR FOOD OUT ON ME?!” Alice screamed, leaping off the bench and sprinting away into the corridor, tripping over the wardrobe that was still lying there, and disappearing out of sight.
“What’s her problem?” Scorpius muttered, glancing at Frank, who shrugged, “I really don’t know, and she tells me everything.”
Scorpius gave me a look, jerking his head as if to say ‘What’s wrong with them’. I shrugged and went back to my food. No matter the situation, food is more important.
Later on, we were all in the great hall again, after being called there by McGonagall. She was standing at the front with her arms out waiting for silence. Yeah, good luck with that. As the rest of the hall chattered, oblivious to McGonagall, I slumped forwards and flicked a forgotten pea at Scorpius.
“Rose.” He said warningly.
I sat upright, “Yes?” I asked innocently. He raised his eyebrows, a gesture I took to say ‘do that again, and I will hurt you’. I laughed and faced the front as McGonagall clapped her hands together and spoke.
“Tomorrow, you will all miss lessons to welcome our guests from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang to our school—I expect you all to be on your best behaviour!” Her gaze lingered on the rest of my family, especially James and Fred who grinned and nudged eachother.
All around, I could hear almost every student squealing (girls) and boys, nudging eachother, most probably thinking about the ‘hot foreign chicks’ as James so nicely phrased it. I leant towards Scorpius to tell him this, but stopped short. His eyes were glazed over and he was staring straight ahead.
“Scorpy-kins,” I simpered, unrealistically like Melissa Johnston, “You’re in dream land baby cakes.” He let out a yell and almost fell off his seat, then glanced around looking for the whining stalker. I giggled, “You were day dreaming. Did you even hear what McGonagall said?”
“No.” He frowned, rubbing his side where he hit the edge of the seat. I rolled my eyes at him, “The foreigners are coming tomorrow.”
He groaned, “Please, no more essays on the History of Durmstrang!” He pleaded to the ceiling, hands clenched together. I elbowed him as everyone else began to leave the hall, “Come on Scorp.”
We stood up and I linked arms with him and Frankie as we slowly disbanded out of the hall and shoved our way through the thick crowd of pupils. We eventually made it to the dormitory, where we set ourselves down next to James, Fred and Albus, who were all nattering on about the new girls, albeit Al was curled up almost like a cat with his actual almost cat purring on his shoulder as he read the Quibbler.
Merlin only knows how that magazine is still running after all these years.
Anyway, that’s beside the point, “ALBUS, YOU DID IT!” I shrieked, lunging at him and enveloping him into a massive hug. He squirmed and slithered away. I’ve changed my mind. He is more like a snake than a cat.
He scooped his tiny ball of breathing fur up and deposited him onto his lap. “Of course I did, now for your part of the deal.”
“What deal?” Frankie asked, bewildered. Ah. The deal. Al had to do a very embarrassing thing in return for me helping him out win the affections of Alice. Yes, Alice. And good luck to him too.
“Nothing.” Al said quickly, fidgeting.
Frankie turned to me, and raised an eyebrow, “Rose…”
I sighed at Al who was frantically waving his hands about and mouthing ‘no’ over and over, “He fancies Alice. Where is she by the way?”
“HE WHAT?” Frankie choked. “He, he, l-l-likes? Alice? ALICE? MY, MY SISTER? MY TWIN SISTER?”
“The very same.” I yawned, leaning on Scorpius as he summoned Bea. Lazy sod. We watched as Frankie turned from his usual peachy tone to red, and then to a deep plum-purple. It was highly amusing.
“You’re like a chameleon.” I pointed out. Frankie paled again, “He likes Alice?”
I nodded in confirmation. Frankie gaped at Al for a moment, “Good luck then mate,” He clapped Al on the back, “I’m just… in shock. Alice? Of all people?” He got up and climbed up to the dorms. Al was sitting still his eyes starting to unfocus slightly.
“Yeah, I think we should leave him here with James and Fred.” I said to Scorpius, who was now untangling Bea from his spiky hair. I grinned at him and unhooked the little cat puff before handing her back to him.
“Why are we waiting outside?” I asked, teeth chattering. We were standing outside in THE FREEZING COLD waiting for some big-ass carriage to fall out the sky, and a big-ass ship to rise out the sea.
“You know why.” Alice said, wrapping her scarf tightly around her. Ignore yesterday then Alice, that’s fine. She still hasn’t told us why she ran off in such a strop. Which reminds me, I need to talk Al up in front of her.
“Er, yeah, so, Al is thinking of becoming a curse breaker for Gringotts.” I said, loudly. Scorpius nudged me and bent down to whisper, “Too obvious.”
I sighed, “Yeah, he’s pretty cool, isn’t that right Alice.” She eyed me warily. “I guess so…” she said.
“Mmm,” I mumbled, “Yeah, so is he your friend? It’s just, I was wondering…”
“Uh, I think so?”Alice said, nervously.
“He wants a dragon tattoo on his chest!” I blurted. He most certainly didn’t.
“What are you trying to do?” Alice asked, narrowing her eyes. Uh oh, here comes ‘don’t mess with me’ Alice.
“Eh, nothing…” I started. Alice scowled at me. “Hey look, I think I can see the ship!” I said skittishly, then ducked around behind Scorpius as Alice whipped around to scan the lake tor the vast stern of the ship. “Hey, that’s just the giant—“ She turned to the spot where I was stood previously, and groaned as she realised I’d escaped.
She stomped off pushing several daily profit reporters out the way, leaving me free to walk out into the open. I did just that, “Well… did it work?”
“No.” Frankie and Scorpius said together, without looking at me. I think all the hope inside me was just drained.
I peered over Frankie’s shoulder to see Hagrid waving at me.
“Back in a mo’.” I said, scampering over to Hagrid. “Hey!”
He beamed down at me, “Just though’ I’d let yeh know, I got a new batch o’ Flobberworms, but this time, with yeh an’ all, they’ll do just fine won’ they?”
I nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, I’m sure.” I really wasn’t. “Thanks for telling me, I’d best get back before Durmstrang and Beauxbatons get here.”
Hagrid nodded and ruffled my hair before I sped off back to where Frankie and Scorpius were. A reporter with bright purple corkscrew hair was bobbing up and down, snapping photos, then talking to Scorp and Frankie, writing on a pad of parchment.
I ambled towards them, then saw Melissa Johnston rush over to Scorpius and say something to the reporter. He said something in return before Melissa turned to Scorpius, hooking her arm around his waist, and pulling him down to her level.
What in Merlin’s beard was she doing? Frankie was tensed up as he eyed Melissa warily. I stopped walking just a few feet away as Melissa leant in and full-on snogged Scorpius in front of the reporter, who immediately snapped several photographs, grinning broadly.
Scorpius pulled away, and saw me behind Frankie. His eyes filled with an emotion I couldn’t read, before shoving Melissa roughly away from him and making to follow me. I shook my head at him and ran all the way up to the Tower.
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AND WHAT ABOUT SCORP!? What are his motives for snogging his stalker. That part wasn't even meant to happen, I just began to write, and my characters seized my plot and tore it to pieces, and they've now formed their own plot.
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