Chapter 2 : Voldemort Take Notes
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It’s the time of year when all the animals in the grounds hurry and scurry everywhere they go while the movements of humans become slower, steadier, lazier. Outside, the birds sing and animals gather food for the winter months ahead and inside it’s silent apart from the steady sound of muffled snoring until-
“Morning ladies!” someone shouts and we all jerk awake. For a second I have no idea where I am but when I finally orientate myself I find myself face-to-face with a slightly dishevelled, half-naked, rather hairy James Potter.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I hiss sitting up in my bed and trying to find my watch.
“Come on, Rosie! Time for Quidditch practice,” he grins.
“Since when do we practice at,” I squint at my watch face through the hazy light, “six-fifteen on a Saturday morning?”
“Since,” he says grabbing my arm and pulling me from my bed. “It became vital for us to beat Slytherin next month!”
“Can’t we just play later?” I groan, now standing in just my Chudley Cannons pyjamas in the middle of the dormitory.
“What’sappening?” Cara, another sixth year (as well as being one of my best friends), mumbles.
All of the girls in my dorm are now awake and looking thoroughly confused as to why an ape-like teenage boy is scrambling through my trunk, manically looking for my Quidditch robes. That is, all except Tori who is still snoring softly in her four-poster; I swear, bloody Lord Voldemort could come into our room and that girl wouldn’t even stir.
“Oh hi, James,” giggles Hope Stanley with a wink at him. Out of the four girls who I share this room with, she’s the only one I can’t stand. If it’s alive, male and looks vaguely attractive, she’ll do everything in her power to shag it. Don’t get me wrong; I’m all for living your life how you like but giggling like a five year old at six-fifteen at James Potter who is currently picking the fluff out of his belly button.
“Have you got practice now, James?” she giggles again. Clearly, all roommates become invisible when there’s a Neanderthal-esque boy in your dorm.
“Eh yeah,” James says, even he seems confused that Hope is twiddling her hair around her finger and giving him a smile that just screams three year old looking at a cute puppy; and believe me, James Potter thinks that any girl who isn’t related to him should be looking at him at any time.
“Maybe I’ll go for a jog around the pitch,” Hope says.
James has apparently lost any interest he had in her and is now thrusting my red and gold robes and me and ushering towards the adjoining bathroom.
After getting over the initial shock of seeing myself looking like that hag who seems to spend her entire life in the Hog’s Head, I change quickly and splash some water on my face in a vague attempt to wake myself up. It doesn’t work.
When I return to the dormitory, I see that Erin (the fifth girl who I share the room with) and Cara have both re-drawn the heavy, red curtains around their beds. However Hope has dressed in her exercise clothes which look more Californian summer, beach jog-style than frosty Scottish October morning to me. But hey, as Hope regularly reminds me, what do I know about fashion?
“You ready to head down to the pitch then?” I ask James as I grab my water bottle and a bar of Honeydukes’ chocolate for when we’ve finished playing.
James looks puzzled, “No,” he says shaking his head. “I need you to go and wake up the other girls.” He says it as though it’s blindingly obvious and that it’s me who’s talking nonsense.
“What?” I ask. “Why couldn’t you do it?”
“I don’t want to go into the girl’s dormitories!”
“James where the fuck do you think you are right now?” I say exasperatedly.
“Yeah but that’s different! You’re my cousin.”
Oh yes, silly me. Of course the fact that I share this room with four other girls, one of whom is now bending over doing some kind of stretch that’s main purpose is just to shove her butt into James’ face, doesn’t mean anything because I’m James’ cousin.
“Come on then,” I sigh, dragging James away from ogling Hope. “How did you even get up here?”
We begin to climb down the spiral staircase to the younger girls’ dormitories.
“Magic,” James grins, he winks and slides down on the banister to the common room below.
Carefully I knock on the fifth year room and tell the two Gryffindor beaters, Chloe Robins and Alison Coote that they need to get up. After fifteen minutes they both appear bleary-eyed and somewhat pissed off in the common room where James, Alec Spinnet , Theo Vane, Gavin Abercrombie and I are waiting.
Even though I know for a fact that Alec Spinnet was up till at least midnight last night (I saw all too much of him and his girlfriend, Katie Stimpson, snogging in the middle of the common room) all of the boys seem to be far more awake than any of us.
I wonder which potion James gave them.
Two hours, four bludgers to the back and approximately ten buckets of sweat later, I sit down on the bench in the Gryffindor changing rooms and try to catch my breath.
“Decent practice, team,” James barks at us. Ever since he became captain last year, he’s adopted a new voice that he uses whenever he’s addressing the team.
Theo groans audibly and rolls his eyes as we all chant, “Thanks, Captain.”
That’s the other thing James introduced. It’s practically a dictatorship- Voldemort take notes.
“But we need to keep working if we’re going to beat Slytherin and my darling brother,” he says. We all nod again and there are some murmured comments of support. “I think we should all meet up later, in The Three Broomsticks; I want to discuss some new game plans with you. “
“Eh no can do, sorry,” I say coldly. James may have forgotten about my detention but I certainly haven’t. “I have detention,” I check my watch, “In an hour.”
“Oh, right,” James says, the whole team look a little guilty.
“We’ll bring you back a Butterbeer!” Chloe says earnestly and they all nod their heads.
“It’s fine,” I say. “I need to go and get ready now, though.”
I pick up my things and leave the room. It’s one of those situations when you know that everyone is waiting to talk about you. I can practically hear Chloe and Alison saying how bad they feel and James just laughing it off, saying how this means I’ll have the chance to find out enemy tactics from Malfoy. Wow, even in my imagination James is a bit of a prick.
When I reach the dormitory, Tori and Cara are sitting on my bed waiting for me.
“Finally!” Cara cries and Tori rolls her eyes. “I’m honestly about to die of starvation.”
“You’re hungry? Really? I would never have guessed, I mean it’s not like that all you’ve been saying for the past half an hour,” Tori says through gritted teeth then looks at me and mouths, ‘I swear to god.’
I laugh and allow Cara to take me by the hand and pull me out of the dormitory. How that girl is not obese I will never know. Cara’s life consists of three main activities: eating, complaining about being hungry and looking like a supermodel. I’m not even exaggerating, that girl seriously gives Kate Moss a run for her money. Blonde hair, big green eyes, cheekbones so sharp they could kill a man-you get the picture.
Breakfast is in full swing by the time we arrive, Hope is feeding her boyfriend (I don’t know his name, I don’t bother to try and learn them anymore, she moves too fast for me to keep up) from her fork, kissing him between each mouthful and giggling, always giggling. Cara sits down and immediately begins to pile her plate with scrambled egg and toast.
“So,” she asks spewing egg all over the table which earns her a disgusted look from Hope, which she returns with a middle finger. “Where are we going today?”
“Detention,” I sigh.
“Oh, right yeah sorry,” Cara says, awkwardly stirring her eggs. Oh, did I forget to mention that it was Cara who gave James and I the idea of using laxatives on the Slytherins? She’s been extra nice to me for the past few days because she’s feeling guilty and even though it wasn’t her fault we got caught I’m not exactly about to tell her to stop carrying my books and giving me food am I?
“We’ll get you something from Honeydukes’,” she smiles.
“Do we have to?” Tori laughs, so I hit her with my copy of the Daily Prophet that was just dropped in front of me. I open it up and the headline is something about Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny’s ‘divorce’, and by ‘divorce’ I mean the bullshit that the papers have decided to print because there’s no actual news at the moment.
“I need to get going,” I say after shovelling down a quick few mouthfuls of breakfast.
“Have fun on your date with Malfoy,” Tori winks.
“Oh haha how funny,” I say sarcastically and ignoring her and Cara’s winks and catcalls, I begin the plod down to the greenhouses.
“Alright, Weasley?” Malfoy greets me as I arrive there. He’s leaning with one foot and his back against the translucent glass with a smirk on his face. I’m not quite sure what he’s finding so funny, I can’t imagine that spending his morning re-potting squealing mandrakes is his idea of fun, but you know, I don’t like to judge what others get up to outside the classroom.
“Why are you so happy?” I ask suspiciously.
“Come on, Weasley!” he says. “Look around you, the birds are singing, the sun is shining….”
I look up at the opaque grey sky, which looks like it is about to let the heavens open any minute. I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Okay maybe not but I’m just trying to spread some positivity…” he trails off again when I let out a loud laugh. “What?” he asks defensively.
“Well, Malfoy, you’re hardly the spring’s chirpiest chick, are you?”
He shrugs, “Maybe not but I sure do know how to make the chicks chirp, if you know what I mean.”
“Malfoy,” I go to clap him round the head for that, plus the dirty wink he just gave me but he’s stronger than me and holds my arm tight.
“Come on, Weasley,” he says again. “You know you love me really?”
“No, Malfoy,” I say wrenching my arm from his grasp, “You know you love you really.”
Before Malfoy can retaliate, Longbottom comes out of the greenhouses, “Right then, are you two ready?”
He gives me a half-smile and I can tell he feels a bit awkward about this- I’ve never had detention before with him before and, as he is a family friend, I’m hoping that it won’t be too bad. He shows us where the mandrakes are and gives us each a pair of earmuffs (I take the brown pair, leaving Malfoy with the pink, fluffy ones).
“I’ll be back at twelve to see how you’re getting on,” Longbottom says, he still seems very apologetic- that’ll be why he’s never usually in charge of punishment.
We begin to prepare the new pots for the mandrakes, which are now reaching the childlike stage of growth so they are clingy and selfish and therefore, much to my annoyance, Malfoy and I are forced to work together to forcibly pull the mandrakes from their old pots and settle them into the new ones. Somehow I have a feeling that this isn’t coincidental; Longbottom is forever trying to settle inter-house disputes.
Having worked solidly for two hours, Longbottom comes in and tells us that we have an hour to head back up to the castle for lunch. Malfoy and I plod back up the hill in silence until we reach the entrance hall, which is completely empty.
“You coming to eat then, Weasley?” Malfoy asks, smirking at me. Seriously, does he have another facial expression?
“Eh, I thought I’d just go and find someone…” I trail off and I see he’s not buying it.
“There is literally no one else in this entire school to eat with,” he says just as a gaggle of second year girls run screaming through the hall. “Unless you would rather go hang out with a bunch of eleven year olds…”
I sigh, “Fine.” Malfoy grins at me and I follow him through into the Great Hall.
He sits down at the far end of the Slytherin table, a fair distance from the younger students scattered down the table. I’ve never actually sat at the Slytherin table; usually on people’s birthdays, celebrations, that kind of thing, we all move and sit at that person’s house’s table but James always refuses to go to Slytherin on Al’s birthday and makes him move to Gryffindor.
I can practically smell the evil as I sit down.
“Alright, Weasley?” Malfoy says. “You look scared.”
I shrug, “What if Voldemort or like Bellatrix Lestrange sat here?”
Malfoy laughs, “Yeah I heard if you sit here too long, the evil seeps into your bloodstream through the seat.” He pauses while he fills his plate with pasta. “Also, Bellatrix Lestrange was my great-aunt.”
I’d forgotten that. “She tortured my mum,” I say.
“Yeah, from what I’ve heard, she seems like a bit of a bitch.” We eat in silence for a while, I can feel Malfoy staring at me, his eyes boring into me as I eat, pretending not to notice him.
“I’m not my family, you know,” he eventually says.
It catches me off guard, “What?”
“You think I’m like them, I can promise you I’m not.”
I have no idea what to say, what the hell am I supposed to say?
“You’re allowed to hate me,” he says, his signature smirk on his face. “But at least get to know me first.”
Although I hate to admit it, I guess he’s right. I’ve always hated Malfoy, just because he’s Malfoy.
“I’m sure you’d love me.”
And there’s always the small fact that he’s a conceited prick.
“So, how was your date with Malfoy?” Cara asks the second she bursts into the dormitory. I’m lying on my bed: half doing my charms essay and half reading the new issue of Witch Weekly.
I glare at her, “Say that one more time and I’ll hex you into oblivion.”
“Aw look she’s getting all defensive,” Tori laugh as she flops down onto my bed.
“You could be like Romeo and Juliet,” Cara sighs as she joins Tori on my bed. Despite what many people think about Cara, she’s a hopeless romantic; deep down that girl believes that everyone is inherently loveable, that you just need the right person. At least, that’s what she said when she was very drunk and had just been dumped by none other than my darling cousin James.
“Who or what the fuck is a Romeo and Juliet?” Tori snorts. She’s from a fully wizarding family from Italy and so Cara, who’s a muggleborn herself, and I often find ourselves explaining things to her.
“Oh it’s beautiful,” Cara gushes. “You’re going to love this.” Cara must be friends with a completely different girl from me, my Tori is a sarcastic cynic who isn’t exactly who Shakespeare was picturing when he wrote the balcony scene. Tori confirms this by raising an eyebrow and giving Cara a disbelieving look. Cara, apparently oblivious to this, launches into the tale of the star-crossed lovers.
“…and then Juliet has to defy her family and go and find Romeo,” she finishes, conveniently forgetting to include the last section of the play in her summary.
“That’s just before they top themselves in a tomb,” I tell Tori who promptly snorts which earns her a dirty glare from Cara.
“I knew it couldn’t have a happy ending, anyone who gets married after what, ten hours of knowing the guy frankly deserves what they get,” Tori says. “Like Kim Kardashian.” I knew we shouldn’t have got her into Keeping Up.
Before Cara can leap to the defence of two fictional characters, my stomach rumbles loudly. “Hungry?” Tori laughs.
We head to the Great Hall to have dinner; the enchanted ceiling is a beautiful pink-purple and the faintest traces of bright stars are beginning to shine through the dusk sky. The Hall is bustling, with most of the school lively yet hungry due to the Hogsmede trip.
Theo Vane and Charlie Derren, two Gryffindor boys in our year, beckon us over to sit by them. As I shovel chicken pie onto my plate, I turn to Theo and ask, “Was James awful in Hogsmede?”
He gives me a look that just screams ‘well-duh’. “Chloe and Alison bought you a Butterbeer,” he smiles.
“Charlie, do you believe in true love?” Cara asks abruptly.
Charlie turns bright red and chokes on his pumpkin juice; it’s a well-known fact that he has had a crush on Cara since second year. “I…umm…I-I don’t know,” he finally stutters after Theo has smacked him on the back a few times to stop his coughing fit.
“Do you, Rose?” she questions again, apparently unperturbed by Charlie’s reaction.
“That depends,” I say carefully, “I think my parents are truly in love, I think both sets of my grandparents are truly in love. I don’t think, however, that everyone is going to experience true love.”
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” a screech echoes through the hall and a wave of silence descends over the hall, it’s heavy and thick, almost tangible.
I, copying with everyone else in the room, crane my neck to get a better look at what’s happening at the other end of the Gryffindor table.
“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND YOU FUCKING FAGGOT!” I turn my head just enough to get a glimpse of the speaker. It’s Katie Stimpson, she’s standing directly in front of Alec Spinnet, as though she’s shielding him. I’m practically standing up now, desperately trying to see who’s she’s shouting at. Who can blame me, it’s not too often that we get a bit of drama going down right in the middle of the Great Hall. But I have to say, my heart goes out to whoever the poor sod is.
“I-I-I wasn’t, I’m s-sorry,” a quieter voice answers, but it’s clearly audible through the silent hall.
“What the hell were you doing?” Katie snarls.
“Katie, stop,” Alec steps around her and tries to push her back.
“No,” she says, stepping forwards again. “I’m going to fucking sort him out.”
Whispers are starting to sweep through the hall but I’m still trying to get a look at whoever it is.
She lunges forward as if to attack before Alec grasps her arm and turns her around to face him. He says something to her that’s indistinguishable from here.
“I think you should go now,” Alec says, his face a mixture of flushed embarrassment and anger.
The boy turns and begins to make his way down the gap between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. The whispers are even louder now and my heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach.
As I watch my little brother run from the hall.
A/N- Thanks so much for all the reads and the reviews on the last chapter, I know this one was a bit filler-ish but I needed to introduce more characters and there's a bit of a cliffhanger for you at the end. Please remember to leave a review letting me know what you think :)
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