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Chasing April by Loving_Sirius_4eva
Chapter 4 : Chapter 4
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Mornings can be a pain in the arse. Especially when you live in my dorm. Trust me, its living hell.


As soon as the curtains drew open, sunlight gouges my sight out. Someone was going to die from my beautiful manicured hands.  The moment my sight is returned, they will pay immensely.


I must say, people don’t abide my threats. They call my threats EMPTY! Empty threats and April Rose, is not something you say in the same sentence. I will hex you instantly. This results with your wand soaring from straight from your grip and onto the floor. Then, your arm will be charmed with my most vicious, foulest spell. Which, might I add, causes your veins to pop evidently from your skin and slowly, very slowly, crawl all the way to your head? Finally the very last stage will occur. You will turn into a CHICKEN. That’s right, a freaking chicken. WHAT DOES A CHICKEN SAY? BWOK, BWOK!  DO YOU WANT TO BE BWOKING ALL DAY LONG! I don’t think so.


My threats are very real. One day… I will act on them! SOMEONE WILL BECOME A CHICKEN.

Frustrated, I peek through the tiny crack of my blanket. Perfect. There was five minutes until class began.


After being concealed in a broom closet with the Wotters and receiving a week’s worth of detention from Fitch, I was on a new mission to avoid every single one of them. I have never in my entire six years of Hogwarts, been given that many detentions in ONE year. A tear almost betrayed my eyes, slipping down my cheek.  


 The Potters and Wesley’s on the other hand, celebrated the fact that they didn’t receive three month of detention. The look on their faces disgusted me and the thought of going to class to face them sickened me.

“APRIL ROSE!” Rose screams in her motherly, shrill tone. “Get in the shower right now! You have Ancient Runes in five minutes. Do not be late!” I reluctantly pull the sheets just enough down to see Rose exit the dorm.

“Too cold.” I whine.


I find myself subconsciously slip deeper into the covers and fall back into my slumber. However, a thunder of knocks rudely disrupts me.


“Damn owls.” I curse. I grudgingly head towards the window before the owl cracks his beak. I swing the drapes apart and find that my suspicion is confirmed. There stands a lanky owl. He is casually hovering outside with an apple between his twig-like hands.

“I have the morning free.” The owl squawks lazily. “Get dressed.”


I should probably tell you that the pathetic owl is in fact a stupid Weasley.


“Please god. This has to be a nightmare!” I pleaded, wishing that this were in fact a delusion. “Not a Weasley! Exceptions only apply to Rose. I’ve had enough of the others. I’m going to become the crazy, psychotic woman who ends up in a mental ward or in a room filled with cats if I spend another second with you guys. ” I cry in one breath.


I send scornful looks at Louis for laughing evidently behind his sequence of fake coughs.


“Take my advice sweetheart, and go see a psychiatrist already.”



“Technically, I am out.” He rebuts wittily.


I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. WHY ME? This shouldn’t be this hard.


“Nice PJ’s by the way.” Louis muffles while taking a bite from his apple. “Puppies. So cute.”


While contemplating my tragic life, my stomach decides to growl embarrassingly, reminding me of my lack of food. “Go shower.” 

I decide to listen to the jaunty, half-vela, idiot. YES, I admit that Louis Weasley is drop dead gorgeous. Especially since he finds the need to remind me on a day-to-day basis. Although, it’s totally different when I say it because I see him as an older, annoying, butt face that I would never ever consider dating in my lifetime.

Five minutes later, I race out of the bathroom to find myself alone. Rushing myself out of the common room, I find myself colliding straight into Cameron. “April.” he breathes. “Late this morning.” he grins while straightening my tie.

“No time to talk Cameron.” I inform strictly, remembering that I still haven’t had breakfast.  “Got a busy day ahead of me.”

Cameron being my adorable friend, reaches into his bag and withdraws a muffin. “I brought you a muffin.” I yelp, throwing my arms around him and thanking him.

“Blueberry Muffin. Yummy. I’m going to gobble you in a bit.” I inform the muffin before placing it into my bag.


I face Cam, who was currently wears a bemuse expression. “I need to talk to you.”

His eyebrows knit together as his features furrow with concern. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah.” I lie smoothly. “Just want to talk to you. Catch up a bit.” I mutter, before taking note of the time. I totally later.  

“After lunch by the lake.” he offers, noticing my impatience.

“Perfect.” I grin widely. “See you there, Potato.” I run right past him and whiz to the Runes building.

Fortunately, I arrive before my teacher does. Unfortunately, the last seat remaining is the one next to James Potter. Just my fortune!

I can literally hear the voices inside me scream. “WHY ME?” they repeated.  There has to be something I can do to avoid him.


Coming up with a solution, I approach Matthew Hall, the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain who, many admire. Many, including Moi. Obviously, James, Louis and Albus had the biggest fan clubs in the school, but Matthew was definitely next in line.


Mathew is conveniently sitting at the back of the classroom, AWAY from James.

 Maybe he’ll be willing to swap seats with me. I pray.
Shielding my face with my textbook, I lightly tap Matthew on his shoulder and clear my throat.

“April.” he greets politely.

I peer over my book. His friend and his face is filled with amusement. I smile faintly and whisper, “Hello Matt.”

“Hey.” he too, whispers. “What’s up?”

“U-um.” I begin to stutter, looking for some logical explanation.

My eyes flicker towards a familiar Weasley who currently occupies a seat next to a 5th year Hufflepuff.

This is very, very interesting. DO YOU KNOW WHY? I’ll TELL YOU WHY! Louis Freaking Weasley claimed that he had a free this morning, although he is currently sitting in a seat that I possibly could have had. I could have avoided this entire situation if he didn’t exist. Screw you Louis.

“So...” Matthew offers, interrupting my devious plotting against Louis. “You were saying....” His two friends give me moronic looks.

I quickly stop glaring at Louis and face Matthew. “Have you seen Dom this morning?” CHICKEN! I KNOW I AM! I SHOULD USE MY OWN SPEEL ON MYSELF!

“She was at breakfast with Cameron, I think.” he answers polity. “Not that I was watching her... or anything.”  Is that a blush I see! SO CUTE. HE totally has the hots for Dom.

“Thanks.” I exclaim, briskly away from him and dreadfully heading towards James.

I yank my textbook open and cover my face. Carefully sitting stiffly beside James, I make no move to unpack. I don’t think he recognises me. He probably already forgot the name April Rose! Yay for me! It will be like the last few days never happened.

“Who’s this? A Gryffindor girl… or boy who has long chestnut coloured hair. They walk into class with a book covering their face. A book which, might I add, has the name ‘April Rose’ printed cursively on the front.” he announces cockily. “Wonder who this can possibly be.” he questions sarcastically. “Can’t be April Rose, that’s for sure.”

I peep and see James leaning towards the girl in front of him. “Do you know who this is?” he indicates his thumb at me.

“Um, April Rose.” the poor, traumatize girl mumbles shyly.  

“Is it?” he gasps. “No Way. Could have fooled me.”


I slam my book shut forcefully and dump it on the table. Ignore the blithering Idiot, April. You can do it!

“Oh, I guess you were right. It is darling April. I would have never guessed.” he replies innocently. “Thank you my dear.”

I can literally feel his pathetic smirk radiating from his face. A smirk, which honestly looked so hideous.

“Quiet down now!” Professor Fleming orders as she walks into class with a pile of books floating beside her.

“Yeah, shut it Potter.” I hiss curtly.

“Sorry I’m late.” she apologises. “We’ll get straight into the lesson then.” She flicks through the textbook and stops at a page. “Ok, turn to page 324 in your new textbooks.” As people begin searching through the pages, I grab my blueberry muffin and unwrap it quietly.

James snorts unpleasantly. I throw my quill at him, forgetting the fact that he is a quiddittch player who, so happens to be a very impressive dodger.


Unlike him, I’m not quick enough to dodge my quill that is thrown back at me. Anger rises through me. I grab quills from several people close to me, ignoring their protests as I throw them all at James.

“Ok, you win.” he admits, picking the quills up with his wand and returning them back to their owners. “I apologise on her behalf. She’s mental. She was just recently informed about her split personality disorder.”

“Hey Potter!” I interrupt after the students behind give me pity looks. Let me introduce your face to my best friend I call ‘my fist’.” I excitedly mention. “Fist, meet James’ face. James’ face meet...”

“Ok, I get it.” James interrupts. Once again amusement was evident across his features. “Abusive girl.” James mutter before questioning, “Missed breakfast?”

“Maybe.” I muffle while snagging another bite from my muffin.  

“I want you to complete this page as a revision of last year’s work. This page consists of symbols you should already be familiar with.” Professor Fleming instructs. “When you are done, place your translations on my desk. That should only take about ten minutes. Then I want you to grab a symbol from this box and analyse it with the person next to you.” She places a large ancient box on the table and further explains the task. “Where is it from, what does each line and curve mean? How old is it and what makes you assume that?” she holds one ancient symbol up. “Provide examples and appropriate terminology.”

I groan. Why Merlin, WHY ME. Am I destined to be tortured by Potter for the rest of eternity?

“One essay between the two. Minimum, two parchments.” everyone boos. “Boo Hoo! I want specific evidence for each observation.” she starts scribbling the instructions onto the board. “There is a lot of work to be completed so there shouldn’t be any reasons to be doing nothing. Begin now.”

I take that as a sign to consume my delicious muffin. James nose scrunch together and his eyes become all judgemental. “What!” I grumble.

“Nothing. Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?” he crosses his arms casually over his chest and leans back. “It’s rude.”

I shrug and turn away from him, murmuring, “Meanie.”

As I slowly translate each Rune in the textbook, James decides to doodle on the corners of my page while waiting for me to finish.

I pause to take a look at his sketches that border my parchment. To my surprise, there was a detailed sketch of a beautiful green horned dragon that was magically breathing out a ball of fire.


“Wow. That is really good.”

“Is that a compliment from you?” he asks dumbstruck.

“It’s just an observation.” I correct hastily.

I complete the last translation and rise from my seat. “Come on Potter, let’s start this homework.” I walk over to the box at the front of the room. “This one is interesting.”


James joins me shortly, reaches into the box and chooses a hexagon shaped symbol. He hands it to me and I closely inspect the ancient carvings.

“This is good enough.” I really didn’t have the energy to look further into the box.


James shrugs, allowing me to make the final decision. “You can choose.” If it was any other guy, I would have called him a gentlemen. But let’s face it, this is James Potter. He was the guy that had an ulterior motive behind everything.

As we head back to our table, James offers, “It’s too stuffy in here, do you want to go by the lake?”

“James, we can’t just go outside.” I have to admit how tempting that offer was.

“I’ll go talk to the teacher.” I watch James confront the teacher. She smiles back and grants him permission.... just like that.

“How did you do that?” I ask gobsmacked.

He smirks widely, chuckles and grabs my bad from me. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I let the morning fresh air collide with my skin, outside. The cool air caresses my hair, lifting it from my shoulders as I enjoy the scenery around me. There is not a single person outside at this time of the day. “It’s so pretty out here.” I murmur as I skip down towards the lake.

James follows and sits against a tree beside the lake and agrees. “Yeah, it’s nice to just come out here and work alone. I come here all the time.” I am taken aback from this. I just can’t imagine James Potter sitting out here alone, enjoying the fresh air.

I position myself in front of James and unpack my parchment and quills. “What?” I enquire, catching him stare at me intensely.

He pulls back and frowns. “Nothing.” He brings his head to rest against the tree trunk and exhales deeply. “So, analyse this piece of ancient metal. How the bloody hell are we going to do that?” he questions while carefully examining the symbol.

“I noticed some tiny letters around the edges.” I point out.

James inspect the sides and nod in agreement. “You’re right. It says Draco Cormiens Nunquam Tillandus.” he scrunches his nose. “What is that?” I quickly scrawl the words and ponder over them.

“It’s Latin.” I notice getting a nod of agreement from James.

“It’s seems  rather familiar.” James mentions. “Draco Cormiens Nunquam Tillandus.” He repeats once again. “I think it’s our school motto.” James concludes.


I watch as a few other students from our class spread across the field with Professor Fleming right behind them.  As she glances towards us, I pull out ‘Hogwarts: A History’ from my bag.


“You carry this book with you?” James teases.

“It’s helpful.” I mumble defensively.

Skimming through the pages, I finally find the image of our crest. “You’re right.” I place the book between us and allow James to scan the text.

“It says here that Draco Cormiens Nunquam Tillandus means ‘Never touch a sleeping dragon’. That’s odd.” I couldn’t agree more. “Or to be more precise, ‘A Sleeping Dragon Must Never be Tickled.” James read to me. (Information about the Hogwarts motto is on www.mugglenet )

I jot down more notes, appreciating the silence by the lake.

“April! Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” My head snaps up at the call of my name. Cameron is heading towards James and I with a smile. As he catches sight of James his smile deflates slightly.

“Hey Cam.” I greet. “James and I are partners in Ancient Runes.” I quickly explained. “We’re working on homework.” I explain, pointing at the other students and holding my parchment up.

“Potter.” Cam acknowledges.

“Wesly.” James tightly replies.

I notice the scornful exchange between both guys. “You have a free?” I small talk, to clear the awkward silence.

“Yeah.” he mutters, his eyes still not leaving James. “What are you doing?” Cam finally faces me and asks amusedly.

I too, realise that my hand was cutting the air. Had I just tried to cut the tension? “I shrug my shoulders and ignore the questioning gazes I receive from the two boys.

Taking hint of the awkward silence, Cam announced, “I guess I’ll see you at Defence.”

“Yeah. I’ll see you there.”

As Cameron go’s out of sight, James mutters. “Well, your boyfriend obviously wasn’t pleased that you were out here with me.” I turn and swat James’s head, noticing the sour expression he quickly covered up with a scowl.

“Ow!” James protests. “So abusive women!”

“What was that look you gave him?” I sigh.

“What look?” James questions, rubbing his head.

“You two looked like you were about to tear each other throats apart.” I elaborate. “Seriously.”

“I just don’t really like him.” James tells me truthfully. “Never have and probably never will.”

“You don’t even know him.” I argue.

“Let’s drop it April,” he firmly suggests. I will never understand the creation of boys and how their brain works.

I decide to let it go, thinking about all the people I disliked before talking to them in person. For example, Cam’s Potions partner, who thinks I’m a pervert.

“I guess I understand.” I murmur to James who is busy adding notes to my parchment.

“Yeah?” he questions, pulling his eyebrows together in confusion.
“It’s like how I don’t like you.” James winces for a millisecond before covering it up with a lopsided smile, pulling back from his work.

“I thought we were friends.”

“Yes. We have some sort of civil friendship.” I inform, earning an approval from him. ‘But it doesn’t mean I like you.” I add quickly.

“I guess I can accept that, for now.”

I try to concentrate on the work in front of me but I can’t shake of what was on my mind. “Why are you like this?” I ask, causing him to look up from his work.

“Like what?” he chortles, slightly puzzled.

“Well for starters, you’re not mean, snarky or big-headed.” Where was that arrogant Potter I knew?

“Arrogant?” he questions.


“I said that out loud didn’t I?” he nods.


“I’m just being myself, April.” he smiles lightly and turns back to his work.


Yeah Right.

I slam my books in front of Fred in the Great Hall with aggravation.


“I’m guessing you’re not in a good mood.” Fred teases. “You, my Love, have come to the right person. My face will lighten up your day immediately and make you… love life more than you already do.”

“I hate DADA. I suck at nonverbal spells.” I roar with frustration.

“Who’s you partner?”

“Albus.” I lie my head on the table. “I feel sorry for him.”

“Me too.” Fred mutters.

“Hey!” I smack his head.

“Because.” Fred adds, trying to amend himself. “He has to work in the presence of an angel. How does one concentrate with you sitting right by their side?”

“Oil yourself up mate, your lines are getting rusty.”

He sighs. “I know, I had to think of something quick to make it up to you. Although, I can think of another way to make it up to you.” he waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“Ok. Annoying, disgusting Freddy is back.” I whine with my head on the table. I continue to groan in frustration as I wait for lunch to begin.

“Weren’t you supposed to meet Cameron?” Fred reminded.

“I was but he got caught up in Herbology.” I tap my fingers impatiently on the table. Fred gives me a ‘are you serious’ look. I speed the tapping, annoying the crap out of him.


“Were you and Cam going to have a serious talk?” Fred inquires.


“Well, it depends. I was going to confront him about a secret he decided to share with you and not me.” I narrow my eyes at Fred. Why in the world would Fred tell him and not me? 


Fred’s eyes widen and he starts scratching the back of his head. This was a common habit from him being nervous. “What! I don’t know any-anything.” He stutters.


I lean forward and whisper, “Bullocks. I know, that you know, that Cam likes who know who.”


“Cameron likes Voldemort?” Fred exclaims. “You are out of your mind.” 


“I am going to punch you.”


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