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Chapter 5 : Let The Boy Bashing Begin
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"When I said the bashing should start this morning, I didn't mean I actually wanted that to happen." - Piper Rickett
When I woke up the next morning, all I could feel was a large amount of regret. I regretted that I hadn't taken off my eyeliner the night before (Frankly, the panda look just wasn't working for me). I regretted choosing Hogwarts over being sent to Salem ( A girl can only take a certain amount of rain). And I immensely regretted agreeing to the dare the night before.
The one involving James Potter.
It wasn't that I didn't know how I would do it, I had that sort of figured out. It was just the fact that I had agreed to insult James Potter. It must have been the pumpkin juice talking.
If it had been anyone else I might have been able to get away with it. Then it would simply have been a Hufflepuff getting angry, which is a much more regular occurrence now the "Addicts" are invented. But since it's James Potter. Well, I could probably get sent to like, Wizard hell for this. He's the Chosen One's son. No one talks back to him. You could probably talk back to Albus, the little bugger is so shy that he probably wouldn't notice. Little Lily would probably kick your ass and then laugh it off with you, ( even though she's a wannabe Chick).
But James. No-one knows what James would do. James has never been insulted. Who would. The man is a freaking sex god. On and off the Quidditch pitch. No one would ever dare.
Yet I was. In the next 3 hours, James Sex God Potter was going to get himself seriously, and totally insulted. I didn't know whether to love it or be completely freaked out.
I pulled myself out of bed, and noticed that only Blair was up, and she was staring out of the window, a glum expression on her face. I leaned against the wall beside her, and watched the rain drip down the window pain, as it poured down outside.
"Terrified yet?" Blair asked without turning to look at me. Her black hair was mussed up around her head, and she had matching panda eyes like mine. She smiled as she stared at the pounding rain.
"Are you prepared to tell me who the mystery person you snogged over the summer is?" I replied. My memory of that conversation had hazed over slightly after the Josh debacle, and I knew she hadn't wanted to talk about in front of the others. But I wasn't going to let it go.
"I had hoped you had forgotten about that?" She finally turned to me and sighed. "I'd rather not mention that now. Another time. I promise."
"You'd better tell me," I backed away, pointing at her, "Don't break that promise now." I headed into the bathroom and took a quick shower, singing to myself gently. The smell of grapefruit filled the room, thanks to Zara's shower gel. My hair lay flat around my head as I stepped out of the shower. It's the only time it ever does. My make-up had been washed off in the shower and my face looked young and vulnerable as I thought of my day ahead.
I pulled on uniform, trying to not let my hair drip on my shirt. My tie hung loosely round my neck, and my skirt was the shortest it had ever been, thanks to a growth spurt and Zara going at them with her scissors. I ignored my slightly less leg coverage than usually and picked up my wand from beside the sink. One quick drying spell later and my hair was no longer making my shirt see through. I could hear shouting coming from the dorm room, however I was still not in the mood to face Zara in the morning so I started putting on my make-up, even ignoring the knocking on the door when it came.
When I finally came out, after spending too long trying to fix a wrongly placed splodge of eyeliner, and with mascara smudges already dotted under my tired eyes, it was not Zara standing beside the door, but Piper, as fed up look on her face and a tapping foot.
"I've been waiting to pee for almost ten minutes Ridley," She said as she pushed past me. She smiled sadly before she closed the door and whispered, "Plus Zara has totally woken Meredith up."
The door closed in my face and I sighed before I turned around. Sure enough Meredith was up and complaining , her brown hair in big knots around her face. This was the only time I got to feel marginally better than her, when she was looking pretty rubbish just woken up.
Luckily for us Zara got ready within a reasonable time and we were ready to go without any major incidents with Meredith. Blair had her Hufflepuff promoting, slightly wasp like yellow and black stripy tights on, and Piper's hair was still a little bit bed head, but apart from that we didn't look too bad for the first day back at school.
"I can't believe you won't let me use a straightening charm on your hair," Zara sighed as we walked down into the common room. She was fluffing my hair up with her hands, which I found incredibly annoying. I brushed her hands away and went to stand beside Blair.
"You prepared for your big moment?" Blair gave a little wiggle as we entered the common room. There were a lot of people milling about, not yet braved the Great Hall. It tended to be full of Daredevils at this time of the morning. Which was why I needed to be down there.
"Ladies," the slick voice came from the group of four boys who were waiting for us near the exit from the common room. Usually you would expect someone who said ladies to be a handsome, very smart and very popular type of guy. Logan, however, did not look like that that morning. His hair was a loopy mess, and I was pretty sure there was a small stain on his shirt.
"Let's go," I mutter, hurrying past them, not in the mood for any of Logan this morning. I pushed open the door, which led into the tunnel which eventually led out into the corridor. I almost crashed into the first year when I appeared in the corridor, but she ran away after I gave one of my best glares.
"Was that necessary?" Piper asked me, as we passed the painting which led into the kitchens.
"No, but it made me feel better," I muttered. We walked in silence until we reached the entrance to the Great Hall. The doors were wide open, and we were about to walk in when I caught sight of James sitting at the Gryffindor table, laughing with his friends. Suddenly I felt sick and had to stop walking immediately.
"You guys go on in," I said, waving at them, "I'll catch up."
I leant against the wall and closed my eyes, taking deep breaths. I stayed like that for a few minutes until I heard someone approaching.
"Are you okay Ridley?"My eyes flew open and I saw my favourite teacher standing there.
"Lupin," I smiled brightly, feeling happier, "I'm fine. Just felt a little queasy." He didn't have blue hair today, he rarely did that when he was teaching. He sometimes did it at the end of the lesson, when everyone else had left. I was the only one who stayed back to talk to him. He was more like a best friend than a teacher.
"Did you have a good summer?" he asked, smiling back. When he smiled I could see why my friends thought he was hot. But most of the time, he was just a friend. I never thought of him as hot exactly, considering he could change his look at will.
"It was alright I guess," I suddenly remembered what he was doing during the summer." Any look with Victoire?"
"I have a feeling I shouldn't be talking to a pupil about my personal life," he said, but he was still smiling.
"Come on, it's me," I punched him in the shoulder. "Has she fallen for your wily charms yet?"
"As a matter of fact, no," he shook his head.
"She'll come around eventually, don't worry your pretty little head," I grinned and felt much better.
"I should go get breakfast, I 'm incredibly hungry. I'll probably see you sometime later today though," he said, and walked into the Great Hall. I took a few more deep breaths and followed him. I passed by the Gryffindor table to get to my one, and passed just behind James. He didn't look around and I breathed a sigh of relief. I slid in beside Zara who was looking at me intently.
"Were you talking to Professor Lupin again?" she asked, her voice going dreamy.
"Yes," I sighed. I knew what was coming.
"Look at that bum," she giggled, staring at the teacher who was walking up to the table.
"And those biceps," Blair joined in, and then turned to me, "Do you reckon they are real, or did he metamorph those there?"
"They have to be real," Zara butted in, "He wouldn't do that."
They both got dreamy expressions on their faces again.
"He's way too old for you," Josh said, a grumpy expression on his face.
"You don't hear me saying that when you guys talk about Professor Blake," Zara retorted back, raising her eyebrows.
"That is completely different," Josh hissed across the table, upturning a plate of toast.
"How. How is it different?"
"Well for one... she is a... girl."
"And you are an utter sexist," Zara leaned forward, anger obvious on her face.
"Guys, when I said the bashing should start this morning, I didn't mean I actually wanted that to happen," Piper interrupted, putting a soothing hand on Zara's arm.
I ignored them and went back to eating, calming my stomach with much loved food. I could hear the bickering going on in the background, but I tuned it out, and instead focused on not throwing up my breakfast.
"Hey Ridley!" I turned around to see Lysander Scamander standing behind me. Lysander was a 7th year Nicey, and also Keeper on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. He was tall, broad shouldered, and had a mop of curly blonde hair.
"Hey Liz!" I hopped off the bench and pulled him into a big hug," How was your summer?"
"It was alright," he was smiling as he pulled away, "I managed to persuade my brother to practise Quidditch with me over the summer. And," he held my shoulders, "I thought I asked you to not call me Liz?"
"You did ask," I shrugged my shoulders, "I just didn't listen. Do you ever stop thinking about Quidditch?"
"Of course not," he said grinning, "But guess what I got over summer? Quidditch Captain."
"I knew you would, " I squealed, pulling him into another hug, "You're the best."
"Yeah, well I'm going to have my work cut out this year, James Potter is captain for Gryffindor."
"Oh...cool... is he."
"Yeah, so you're going to have to be the best Seeker ever this year to beat him."
"I have beaten him before you know," I smiled, "But I get your meaning. It's not exactly an every match occurrence."
"Yeah, so you will have to be at the trials. I'll tell you more at another time. I need to go tell Pipes about the captaincy."
I smiled as he raced around the table and slid in beside Piper, talking and gesturing wildly. I didn't miss the blush that crept onto her cheeks as he bumped against her, nor the big smile that appeared as soon as he appeared.
I was so busy grinning at Piper's cuteness, that I almost missed the signs that signified that James was finishing. Luckily I just caught the pushing away of the plate, the stretching of the arms, and the leg over the bench.
I stood up hurriedly, not even stopping to explain anything to my friends, and practically ran round the table. I stopped to compose myself as he started down towards me with his mates. I walked forward deliberately, my head down, and just as I was close to him, I "accidently" tripped. I banged into him, heavily, and he stumbled backwards. It was my hope that he would act the same way he was expected to. Be rude. Give me a chance to insult him back.
I straightened up and looked at him and his friends, the latter of which were glaring at me in open disgust. James was brushing down his clothes, and he looked at me with a furrowed brow once he had finished.
"Watch it. You need to watch where you're going."
"Sorry," I muttered, sighing.
"Just sorry?" One of his friends called out, giving me an angry glare, "You need to give him a much better apology than that. You didn't even sound sorry. This is James Potter you idiot."
"Dude, leave it," James said, shaking his head, "It's just a stupid Hufflepuff."
I looked up in anger, as he turned away, his friends laughing.
Oh, shit is gonna go down.
"Stupid Hufflepuff?" I said, my voice rising. James stopped and turned back to look at me. "Stupid Hufflepuff. I can't believe you are such an arrogant twat, that you would say that. I just tripped for god's sake. I tripped and fell into you. That's not exactly the crime of the century. Being clumsy doesn't make you stupid. You can't just go around, insulting people who don't treat you like their bloody king."
My voice was rising louder and louder, and James looked absolutely astounded. "You aren't allowed to rule, just because of your last name. You're not even a nice person. Your just an egotistical, arsehole, who doesn't give a rats arse about anyone else. And someone needs to tell you that."
With a shaky breath and a whirl of my crazy hair I turned my back on the shocked group of people, and I marched out of the Great Hall, aware that everyone had heard that, and everyone was incredibly dumbfounded.
AN : So I updated much sooner than I usually do. But I know its still actually been a while. Sorry. But it's here now. What do you think of the way Ridley insults James. I had a hard time trying to figure that out, and I still am not sure whether anyone would really get that angry about it. But oh well. James's friends helped by being idiots.
But I would love a lovely review, just to here what your thoughts are. I also have another story out, called Undateable, which is to do with Taming of the Shrew. It's for a Shakespear challenge, and I would love you to check it out.
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