Chapter 20 : The Happening That Happened Before Albus Came for a Charger and Left with a Broken Nose + Maxima’s Cat Gets Out of the Bag
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“Are you kidding me?” I raised an eyebrow at the guy sitting before me.
“Why would I lie?” JT smirked, leaning his elbows against the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
“Because you’re a fucking Desai, that’s why!” I snorted. “The next World Cup is so not on Easter Island!”
JT shrugged. “My Pitahji is the Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports! I should know!”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever JT. If you want me to believe you then let me call P-Diddy Desai and talk to him.”
“I’m sure he’d love for you to call him.” Arya rolled her eyes with a laugh. She sat beside JT who had Artemis (ew gross) on his other side. “All they ask me about now is when you’re coming back to visit.” She sighed.
“Aw that’s so sweet. I miss them.” I grinned.
Artemis looked really uncomfortable and I knew it was because of how close I was with JT’s parents whom she had never met. Yeah, that’s right bitch, be afraid.
A finger tapped on my shoulder and I turned to see a little third year.
“I’ve heard some interesting reports about Albus Potter.” He whispered in my ear. “They’ve been recorded and placed on your desk. Should I get back to trailing him?” He asked.
“Yes. Thank you,” I told him with a meaningful look. He wasn’t one of my spies, but a front for the real spy. I never see my spies after our initial meeting professionally. I owl them their payment and only speak with them through letters and younger students.
He nodded curtly and scampered away.
“What was that one of your little spies?” JT teased.
I winked at him. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“You have third year spies?” Artemis questioned and I wanted to smack her into next week.
“That was not one of my spies,” I sneered. “You think I’d actually meet with them in the middle of the Great Hall? Are you dumb or something? That kid was a fence between me and the real spy. I never meet or speak to my spies in person.” I rolled my eyes and Persephone giggled while Arya snorted in laughter.
“Hey Max,” a voice called. I turned to see Troy walking up with James, Fred, McCartney, and Darcy Finnigan. They took their seats with Troy sliding in beside me.
“Hey—” I began but was cut-off by a quick kiss from Troy. I rolled my eyes as we parted. “Godric, you know I fucking hate that.” I scowled at him to which he grinned like a moron. “Being interrupted makes me want to—”
I broke off once more as I saw Isadora McLaggen enter the Great Hall. She was with a ragtag gang of Hufflepuff coke addicts and wearing some shitty hipster clothes that were made to look like they’ve been dragged through the mud and sucked through the garbage disposal even though she probably paid Galleons for them.
“Oh fuck.” I groaned.
Not another Don lost to the clutches of drugs. I’ve had to drag numerous amounts of girls from the drug den below the Hufflepuff common room. Most of the Dons stopped after I got involved, but a few had to be dropped from our rosters.
“I’ll be back.” I got up from the table and intercepted her before she could sit down at their table. “McLaggen?” I stopped her.
“What?” She snapped with her eyes ringed in too much eyeliner. It was worse than Eileen Montague’s.
“The fuck, are you doing?” I asked her.
Rex Colombo pushed between us. “Is there a problem, Brankovitch?” He leered at me and his speech was muffled by the joint he had hanging between his lips. It’s like he thinks that we don’t even have faculty. Which it’s true they rarely stop him. Colombo’s dad was an investment banker involved with some drug cartels, so he was very rich and his “business friends” were terror-inducing.
“Yeah, there is. It’s that fact that you’re breathing the same air as me. That’s my fucking problem.” I ripped the joint from between his lips and snapped it between my fingers. It burst into flames (shout out to wandless magic) and I dropped it, stomping it out.
“What the hell?” Colombo moaned. “I was gonna smoke that!”
“McLaggen come with me right now,” I ordered her. She glared at me and crossed her arms. “Don McLaggen, I believe it’s in your best interest to come with me,” I told her through gritted teeth. “Right. Fucking. Now.”
She turned on her heel and stormed out of the Great Hall. I walked out and made her follow me to my office.
“Have a seat.” I pointed and sat behind my desk. She slouched into the open seat and I pushed the plain manila folder with information on Albus away from her view. She eyed it, but didn’t say anything.
“What the fuck do you want?” Isadora snapped as she pushed her unbrushed hair off her shoulder.
“I want you to stay away from those gross, drug-addled, gang-raping assholes. That’s what I fucking want. Dons at my school don’t fuck around with people like that. I will strip you of your titles and I don’t give second chances, McLaggen.” I snapped.
“Do it then.” She slammed her hands on my desk. “If I’m such a dis-fucking-grace.” She snarled, leaning forward.
I rolled my eyes. “Cut the tough girl routine. Someone fucked up and shit all over your feelings, so just tell me what happened and I’ll handle it.”
Isadora looked at me with widened eyes.
“I may not act like it all the time, but my fellow Dons are my sisters,” I answered. “And so, if someone has wronged you then you can bet that I will make them pay.”
It was like the puppeteer cut her strings. Isadora slouched back into her chair and sighed. “I kind of did it to myself… I was trying to help a friend out, but then I ended up getting screwed over in the process.” Her voice dropped lower as she muttered, “I should’ve just fucking slept with him then he would’ve known where I was.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Are you talking about Elijah Sloper? Is this about those pictures of you on that shitty gossip rag?”
She nodded. “I don’t even like Scorpius like that! I was just helping a friend, but Elijah wouldn’t even listen to me…”
I rolled my eyes. “So, you decided to fuck around with Rex Colombo? To get back at him?”
She nodded slowly.
“That’s the shittiest plan I’ve ever heard. Godric’s golden locks, you’re thick. I’ll talk to Sloper, don’t worry. He’ll text you tonight.” I sighed. “Now get out of my office, go change into clothes worthy of you, wipe off that shitty gothic eyeliner, and block Colombo’s number,” I ordered.
“Gotcha,” she replied. “Thanks Don Br—” She stopped. “Thanks…Maxima.” She smiled at me before darting out the door.
I shuffled the papers on my desk and sighed. “Fucking kids these days.” I rolled my eyes. I pulled out my phone and texted Albus. I told him to bring Elijah to my office during our free period which was after lunch. He said he would and so I opened the file on him.
The file was definitely weird. It said that while Albus was being followed, he went to a therapist about twice a week and he took daily medications most commonly used to treat severe depression. That was a shocker. One of the most popular boys in school had a depression problem. I checked the file and wrote down the therapist’s address in order to find out just what was wrong with Albus. I emailed a contact in London to see if they could get me in touch with someone who would talk about him. A knock on my door disrupted me.
“Hey Max!” Albus chimed as he walked in with Elijah Sloper behind him.
“Hello.” I smiled as I hit send. “Have a seat you two.” I motioned.
“What are we in trouble?” Albus grinned at me and I rolled my eyes.
“No, you aren’t, but Sloper is.” I turned my gaze on him and he looked a little scared. “Go march your little ass out there and tell Isadora McLaggen that you are taking her on a date on the next Hogsmeade weekend.”
“And why would I do that?” He challenged.
“Because she likes you and not Scorpius even though he had the balls to kiss her and you didn’t. You’re lucky she hasn’t run straight into his arms for that.” I rolled my eyes. “She’s a kick-ass girl and the only reason you are questioning her is because she didn’t sleep with you last night which is completely ridiculous. So, do yourself a favor and date her.”
Elijah’s teeth sank into his bottom lip and Albus nodded. “I told him that exact same thing!”
“See now go. Get out of my office and find Isadora.” I pointed.
“Alright. I’ll give it a go,” he said and I could tell that he really wanted to be with her, because there was no other way he would give in so easily.
I then turned back to the files on my desk. I skimmed over the ones that needed attention today which included the usurping of Aisling Bannister.
“So, what are your plans for today?” Albus asked from his chair.
Oh nothing, just ruining the reputation of the girl you may have a slight crush on.
“Just work stuff.” I smiled at him. “What about you?”
“Uh, I’m going running with Aisling.” He stumbled over the overbearingly Irish name.
“Really?” I asked him trying to buy a small amount of time to calculate the best way to diminish Aisling’s chances.
“Um…yeah. She asked me this morning in Charms.” He shrugged.
“Oh, well be careful,” I told him.
He raised his eyebrows. “Why?”
“I feel bad for telling you this, but I mean she’s like psycho. Troy dated her at the end of last year and over the summer. He told me all about it.”
“Oh…” He drifted off.
“She probably just wants to date you to get close to James. That’s what she did with Troy and why they broke up,” I lied. That wasn’t exactly true. Aisling tried to break up with Troy amicably, but he got pissed because she dumped him and so refused to be friends with her.
But I mean close enough, right?
“But who knows!” I said quickly in response to his faltering face. “Maybe she’s changed, Al. People can change.” That line is complete bullshit, but people eat it like it’s candy.
“Yeah, I hope she has. I think I really like her.” He was beginning to get starry-eyed and it made me want to throw myself off a building.
“Aw, that’s sweet.” I smiled even though the smile on his face made me want to vomit. “Well, I have loads of work to do, but I’ll see you around,” I told him.
“Sure! I’ll talk to you later.” He grinned and stood up before walking out the door.
When I entered the Great Hall for dinner, it went completely silent. People stared at me with various looks. Guys mostly looked at me with lust but a few seemed disgusted. All of the girls looked disgusted except for a small handful of the lesbian population.
I turned to Persephone who was clicking on her phone. “You’d better be finding the source of this problem,” I snapped and she nodded.
We continued to our table when someone shouted, “Slag!”
I glared in their direction and rolled my eyes before sitting down beside Troy. He stiffened and I tilted my head at him.
“Get the fuck away from me.” He shoved back from the table and stormed back out of the Great Hall. I looked to James in question, but he shook his head and took off after Troy.
“Okay, someone tell me what the actual fuck is going on?” I questioned the people around me. Everyone looked at their plates in terror, but JT slid his phone to me.
“Click play,” he said quietly without looking at me.
I looked down at the screen and hit play. A video began to play and it opened with a picture of me. My name and the words Slag of the Century scrolled across the screen after the picture went away. More words popped up, She will do anything, it read, Like sleeping with her best friend’s brother.
A video of JT and I fucking at Arya’s birthday party over the summer popped up. I looked damn well sexy standing stark naked in just my high heels though. Someone was filming us through the glass door of a hotel balcony.
More than once. More pictures and clips of JT and I were featured before it moved on. ‘Make a sex tape.’ I wanted to bash my head in as I remembered making this tape with my then boyfriend, Amory Nott. This footage went on longer than the others. Or whatever this is. It swapped to an Owlchat someone had taken of me doing something to Silas Avery I wish they hadn't caught on camera.
It had been over the summer when he first started talking to Persephone and I’d been hella wasted. I didn’t know it was him until I woke up the next morning. At the end of the video, I looked up at the camera and giggled, giving a small wave. Fuck.
She’s down for threesomes. The next portion began. A video of me making out with a random girl and JT at the same time popped up. How could they even get this footage? And down for fucking guys in broom closets. #Classy. A video of me and Zach Summerby from two years ago soon played.
Guys with girlfriends are fun for her too. Picture collages of me and Drystan Llewellyn making out appeared along some of me and Benjamin Flint, Pierce McLaggen, and Aleksander Krum.
And then there’s the whole Albus Potter incident… I wanted to close my eyes and throw myself off a cliff as I watched Albus and I’s heated make-out session. The camera angle was weird and the shot was grainy but it was clear who was in the video and fucking in the Shrieking Shack. So now everyone knows why it’s called the Shrieking Shack.
I shut the video off and gave JT back his phone. I stared at my now full plate and shook my head angrily. “Well, the cat's out of the bag now,” someone chuckled at the Hufflepuff table. I stood up abruptly, clenching my hands into fists to keep from hitting someone, and stalked back out of the Great Hall as whispers broke out again. No one came after me as I made my way to the seventh-year boys dorms.
I opened the door to Troy’s room and found him in there with James. They both looked up at me and if looks could kill I would’ve dropped dead.
“What are you doing here?” Troy snapped.
“I need to talk to you.” I gritted my teeth.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” he replied. He glared at me and strode across the room to stand before me. “I don’t get fucking cheated on,” he glowered.
I tilted my head slightly. “So, are you pissed that I cheated or that you didn’t do it first?”
“Are you kidding me?” He raised his eyebrows and huffed out an irate breath. “I’m fucking pissed because I trusted you! Hell, I actually believed in us. I believed that we could make it work! And you just shit all over it.” He was inches from my face.
“Troy, we’ve only been dating a few weeks,” I reminded him. “All those things in the video happened before you were even in the picture.”
“What about Albus?” He snarled.
I gave him a pleading look. “I was wasted out of my mind! I don’t even remember what happened! We agreed to never mention it again or do anything about it. It didn’t mean anything, Troy. I promise.”
“Don’t fucking lie.” He grabbed me by my biceps, snarling.
I glared up at him. “Get your hands off of me!” I shoved at his chest. He stumbled backwards from the force and shock. “Never touch me like that again!” I pushed him harder and he fell backwards, hitting his side on a nearby trunk.
“Hey!” James grabbed me and pulled me away from Troy. I went limp in his arms as Troy picked himself up off the ground.
We all froze as the door opened and Albus walked in. “James, can I borrow your phone charger?” He looked up at the three of us in shock.
“Albus, get out right now—”
“Just the man I wanted to see.” Troy sauntered over and reared back. He punched Albus right in the eye hard enough to send him reeling.
“Fuck!” He yelped and I realized that was the first time I’d ever heard him cuss.
Troy grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. Albus’ head lolled as Troy punched it again. James dropped me and ran over to them. “Troy, get your hands off him!” He yanked at Troy’s locked grip.
“Don’t you ever come near me again,” Troy growled in Albus’ face. He then dropped him and Albus crashed to the floor. Troy viciously kicked him in the ribs before storming towards the door.
“Troy, wait!” I called after him. I raced to him and grabbed his wrist. He shook me off and started out the door. I pulled him back and placed myself between him and the door. “I promise you. It was a mistake. You have to believe me,” I begged him.
“Why should I?” He snapped and shoved me out of the way. He then stalked away down the hall. I stared after him unsure what to do next.
“I’m going to take Al to the hospital wing.” James appeared behind me.
“I’ll help you.” James and I were silent as we walked, toting an unconscious Albus between us. I was at a loss. Whoever had made that video was going to fucking pay.
“He’ll come around,” James offered, “he really likes you, Maxima.” I looked over to see his brown-eyed gaze on me.
I shrugged in response. I didn’t actually give a shit about what Troy Clearwater thought of me, but I don’t get fucking dumped. “I don’t know. I think I really messed up this time.” I had the urge to tell him that, in actuality, I wanted to throttle Troy and tell him to go to hell for making me feel like this, but James thought I was a nice girl and nice girls don’t hit people or tell them to go to hell so I kept my doe-eyes on and used my sad voice.
“Troy and Albus have always had a little beef so I don’t think it’s so much that you cheated, but that you cheated with Al,” he replied.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Troy doesn’t like Al? I didn’t think it was possible to not like Albus Potter.”
“I dunno. Troy thinks of me as his brother since he’s an only child and all, but sometimes he gets mad when I pick my real siblings over him. It rarely happens, but he gets real testy when it does happen,” he mused.
I stared ahead now. “Oh well, it’s probably just because he doesn’t have any siblings himself you know?”
“Probably,” James agreed. “But that being said, just give him some time. I’m sure he’ll come back to you in a little bit.”
“Yeah…” I agreed, but if I'm being completely honest, I couldn’t tell if I was relieved that what Albus and I had done was out in the open now or upset.
Hi everyone!! I hope you enjoyed the chapter and thank you all again for the reviews they mean so much to me you don't even know! :) But anyways, tell me how you felt about this chapter, because a lot happened in this one. Who do you think made the video? I'd love to hear your theories! But this will be a pivotal point for Max in the story, so sit tight, because this is the beginning of it all. ;) Thank you for reading! Next chapter is McCartney so get excited!
In the next chapter... Everyone deals with the aftermath of the video. McCartney and Troy have an argument. Rose Weasley uses words that her mother would not approve of. Lily and McCartney make a deal with the devil...a devil named Maxima Brankovitch.
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