Chapter 4 : Chapter the Fourth
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CI by inspector. @ tda
Lily's taken to hanging around me lately. I thought the company would bother me because I don't usually hang around people but surprisingly, I find that I like having Lily around. I find it refreshing to have someone who speaks their mind and doesn't care what people think of them hanging around. At least with Lily, I'll know where I stand with her because she'll always tell me.
That being said, sometimes, I just want to strangle the girl and demand some alone time. You'd think that considering we're in different years we wouldn't be able to see each other all that much, I would like to inform you that that's not the case at all.
Even though she's a fifth year, Lily somehow manages to find time to socialize with people and to follow me around asking questions all the time. She's been pestering me to tell Albus every day and if it weren't for the fact that if Lily went away I'd miss her . . . to some extent, I would've told her to bugger off.
It's a Friday evening and I'm spending it sitting next to Albus and his friends. He's made an attempt to include me in the conversation that's going on but given the fact that I'm not really all that interested in what they're talking about, I've been given up on. At this point, I'm pretty much just taking up space, not that any of the boys seem to mind of course and if they do, they're not showing it.
I've been sitting here and eating my food quietly, lost in my owns thoughts for most of the time. Once I finish with my food, I think of leaving with the excuse of going to the library when the boys get onto the topic of Quidditch. I'm not the biggest fan of Quidditch but I still know a lot about it -just like every other witch or wizard out there. Besides, considering my family, it's almost mandatory to know about Quidditch.
"There is no way that the Kenmare Kestrels are going to win the Quidditch World Cup," Lysander says, as he stares at Albus incredulously.
"You've got to be mad to actually think that, Al," Lorcan, Lysander's twin brother, says.
"I'm telling you, they'll pull through and win the Quidditch World Cup, you just wait and see, they'll be top of the league."
"Do you here this lad?" Lorcan says looking at Lysander. "Thinks the Kestrels will be top of the league, absolutely bonkers this one!"
"Actually, if we were to look at the statistics of the team and their previous games, you'll notice a certain pattern appears. The Kestrels lose one year and then they win the next, I'm not sure how that works but that's what happens. If you were to look at their games last year, they lost all of them -even the one against the Cannons, and they're the worst team out there. If we were to go by what has happened in previous years, the Kestrels should win this year," I say, joining the conversation without really noticing. It takes me a moment to notice the silence that has ensued.
Everyone nearby stops talking and stares at me with wide eyes and their mouths open. It's almost as if everyone thought that I didn't know anything about Quidditch. I may think it a stupid sport at times, even if it is interesting to watch, but I'd be a shame to the magical community if I didn't know anything about Quidditch. It's almost a demand that you understand Quidditch even if you hate the sport. I look around at everyone's stunned faces and raise an eyebrow in response to their shock.
"You know about Quidditch?" Lorcan asks. He hasn't blinked in the last minute, I'm starting to worry about how dry his eyes are getting.
"Well of course I do, just because I'm not infatuated with it doesn't mean that I don't know anything about it."
"Have you read Quidditch Through the Ages?" Lysander asks, excitement evident in his voice.
"I can quote the book to you right now, word for word, paragraph by paragraph, page by page if you want me to," I reply, beginning to zip up my school bag. The conversation has just gotten quite boring, in fact, it's not much of a conversation anymore, it's more just people gaping stupidly at me.
"That's not possible," Albus says, finally speaking up. It seems that he's finally found his voice after his shock. Nice of him to join us.
"Oh, it's quite possible, see I have a -" I begin to say but am cut off by Lily, who comes running towards me with her robes billowing behind her.
"SERAPHINA!" she yells, as she closes the distance between us. Once Lily stops in front of me, she bends over panting and trying to catch her breath. Her robes are falling off of her shoulders and hanging by her elbows, her skirt is slightly tilted so that one side is longer than the other. Lily's tie is thrown over one shoulder and her blouse is untucked, the laces of her shoes are undone and I'm amazed that she hasn't tripped on what was clearly a search for me. I can't help but smile at her disheveled appearance.
"Yes, Lily?" I ask her, once she's righted herself and has caught her breath.
"McGonagall wants to see you in her office about the fact that you're pre-I mean, she wants to see you about the thing," Lily says, quickly amending what she was going to say. "I was on my way to Astronomy when she stopped me to tell you that you had to see her. I had to run all the way from the Astronomy Tower to down here. You better hurry, she'll be waiting for you in her office."
"Thanks so much Lily," I say getting up and grabbing my bag.
"I'll see you whenever boys," I say nodding towards Albus, Lorcan and Lysander before turning around and walking away. The first time I had spent time with Albus and his friends, it was a little awkward and when I left after talking to them, I'd had no idea how to say goodbye so I just said "I'll see you whenever boys."
At first they'd protested that that wasn't a proper goodbye which lasted in a fifteen minute debate between the four of us, but as I refused to say goodbye any other way, they'd given in. It hasn't been long but it's almost tradition now to say goodbye that way.
I make my way out of the Great Hall and through the hallways as fast as I possibly can. If there's one thing that Professor McGonagall hates is when people are late. It gets on her nerves and then she's not happy when she's talking to you.
I pass by very few people in the corridors as most people are down to dinner or heading to the Great Hall for dinner; some are heading towards the Astronomy Tower for their lesson. I'm the only one that makes their way to the Headmistress's office. Once I catch sight of the statue the stands in front of the moving stairs, I break into a jog.
I give the gargoyle the password and it jumps aside to reveal the stairs that it protects. I step onto the stairs and they begin to move in a spiral movement, sending me towards McGonagall's office. Once McGonagall says enter, I open the door and slowly walk in.
It appears that McGonagall has already been talking to a student and has just finished up with them. I wonder what they could have possibly done to land themselves a meeting with the Headmistress. The student takes one look at me when I enter and quickly leaves, shutting the door behind him. I stare at the closed door for a moment before sitting down and facing McGonagall.
"If you don't mind me asking Professor, who exactly was that?" I ask, setting down my bag and leaning back.
"That was a student," she says, rubbing her eyes tiredly. I nod but don't ask anymore because it probably isn't my business but I have noticed that she used the word was instead of is.
"They were just recently expelled," McGonagall adds, and I can't help but start a little in surprise. Never has it occurred to me that there are people at Hogwarts that might be expelled. It just seemed like something impossible to me. After all, what can someone possibly do that would land them an expulsion from Hogwarts? I don't ask why the student has been expelled though and McGonagall offers no more information. Instead, she gets straight to the point of why she wants to see me.
"Ms Doyle, I've been told by Madam Pomfrey of your situation," McGonagall says, and I can't help but look down at my knees in shame. I'm sure that McGonagall is going to expel me, I wouldn't blame her, I'm setting the worst example for everyone in the younger years. What kind of a role model is a Head Girl that gets pregnant.
"We need to talk about your options," McGonagall says, completely surprising me. This isn't what I expected to happen at all.
"Yes, your options. If you do not wish to have the baby, you may always choose to abort the unborn child," I frown, I've never really thought of abortion and I would consider it unfair to my unborn child to get rid of it just because I made a stupid choice. I shouldn't take the life of a child, even if they were conceived unintentionally, I should at least give them the option of being adopted if I can't take care of them.
"If you choose to have the child, you can set it up for adoption or you can keep it," McGonagall says and waits for me to give her an answer.
"I'm not having an abortion," I immediately say. "I will think about setting it up for adoption though."
"In that case, we need to talk about making arrangements for you," McGonagall says, taking out a piece of parchment. My frown deepens as I have no idea what she's talking about when she says arrangements.
"What do you mean by 'arrangements?'"
"Well, arrangements for you to leave Hogwarts of course," my heart stops for a second when I hear her say that. My mouth drops open in horror and I stare at her with my eyes wide. She can't be serious? Does she honestly think that I'm going to leave Hogwarts? There is no way that I am not getting my education.
Unless Professor McGonagall is expelling me, there is no way that I'm leaving Hogwarts.
"What do you mean leave Hogwarts? I'm not leaving Hogwarts." I say a bit too sharply. McGonagall raises an eyebrow at me and I add, "Professor."
"I thought that considering the amount of stairs that you'd have to go up and down you'd get tired a lot, and it wouldn't be much fun going up flights of stairs with swollen feet and ankles. Not to mention you'll feel nauseated all the time. I thought it would be best and more comfortable for you if you were to stay at home."
"I'm not leaving Professor."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," I say firmly, "I'm positive."
"This is the last time that I make this offer Ms Doyle, if you refuse I cannot give it to you again, you will be forced to finish Hogwarts no matter what, unless you're in labor." She looks at me for a long moment before nodding her head after I don't say anything.
"Onto my last subject, have you told Albus yet?"
"Well, about that," I say, fidgeting uncomfortably and looking anywhere but at McGonagall.
"Ms Doyle," she says as a warning.
"I promise I'll tell Albus, it's just that I don't know how to bring the subject up in conversation and it will be extremely awkward. Please give me some time, Lily knows and she's been hanging around me, helping me out."
"Ms Potter knows?" McGonagall asks surprised. "I thought she would've dealt with you the way that she usually does when faced with the girls who . . . are interested in her brother."
"She was about to but I managed to convince her that I'm not like that," I say with a grin. It quickly goes away when the thought of losing my Head Girl position enters my mind.
"Will you take away my badge, Professor?" I ask, dreading the answer. I almost fall out of my chair in shock at McGonagall's response though. It's the opposite of what I'm expecting, she's been surprising me with her response throughout this entire meeting.
"Ms Doyle, I've never gotten a complaint about you, you've never gotten detention and your marks have been some of the best I've ever seen since Hermione Granger attended this school herself," I can't help but blush at the compliment. It's the nicest thing anyone's ever told me and it's big considering that Hermione is practically a genius.
"This is your first mistake ever, and while it is huge, I will not take away your Head Girl position unless you want me to because you think that you cannot handle the stress and work that goes with it." I almost start cheering and dancing right there and then when I hear what McGonagall says. I get to keep my badge, this is great, of course, there will be lots of work but I'm positive that I can handle it.
"I'm warning you though Ms Doyle, this is a huge mistake that you've made and if you put another toe out of line, I will be forced to take your badge whether I like it or not. I'm letting you off easy and students will be angry that there's no punishment for breaking such a huge rule, if you break another rule, I will have no choice but to strip you of your Head Girl position, understand?" McGonagall says, not looking away from me. It's as if she's trying to force the full force of what she's said into me. She shouldn't have worried, I understand perfectly well what this means.
If I break another rule or let my marks dip, I will lose my badge and there's nothing that I'll be able to do about it.
"I understand perfectly, Professor," I said grimly, looking right back into McGonagall's eyes. She nods her head in satisfaction and looks down at her desk that's littered with parchment. This is clearly a dismissal, my meeting with her is over.
"You may leave then Ms Doyle," she says, and I gather my bag and head out of the office. I sigh as I step off of the moving staircase once it reaches the bottom and make my way up to Gryffindor Tower alone. The falling snow outside catches my attention and I stop and stare at it in front of one of the many huge windows around Hogwarts.
It's almost Christmas break, I'll be going home soon to spend time with my family. How am I going to tell mum what's happened? Am I even going to tell her? I probably won't tell her. There's no point in ruining the holidays for everyone in my family. I'll let her find out the same day that the Potters do.
I encounter no one of my way to Gryffindor Tower and once I get into the common room, I head up to my dorm and find that Lily has already made herself at home on my bed. She's sprawled out on it reading one of my books and eating a bar of my chocolate that I'm sure is part of my secret stash. I'm too worried to get angry at her for snooping through my things. She's become family anyways, what's the point if she looks through my stuff. It isn't as if I have anything incriminating.
"How did everything go?" Lily asks as soon as she catches sight of me.
"Let's put it this way, if I put a toe out of line, I am deeply done for," I say sighing, and throwing myself next to her on my bed.
"Don't worry Seraphina, you'll always have me to help you out," Lily says, giving me a sympathetic smile and comforting pat on the back.
"Thanks Lily, at least I know I can count on you," I say sighing again. "What are you reading?"
I look over at the book that she's holding in her hands but can't see the cover. I'm not sure which book of mine's it is but it looks as if Lily's enjoying it. She's already halfway done with it.
"Oh just one of your romance novels," I freeze when Lily says that. One of my romance novels, meaning, she's already seen the other six that I have.
Well, I own nothing incriminating . . .except for romance novels.
a/n: how did you guys like this chapter? i thought it was a bit serious when Seraphina was talking to McGonagall, i don't know about you guys. anyway, there's a lot of pressure on Phina now, isn't there? she can't screw up at all or she's done for.
i enjoyed writing the scene with her and Lily at the end though. i thought it was sweet and fluffy, you guys might not like it but I really did. anyway, let me know what you thought of it and thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far, they're really appreciated.
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