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Chapter 7 : Prefect Patrols
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Chapter Seven: Prefect Patrols

“You’re really not joking?” Scor looked at me incredulously. “You actually can’t make Quidditch practice because you’ve got a prefect meeting?”

I yawned and checked my watch. “Saying it more times won’t make it go away. And Kai will be at the meeting anyway so you were never going to have a full set of Chasers tonight.”

Scor looked furious and resumed his incensed muttering about flaky teammates and supposed to be my friends. This was not the first time we’d had this conversation since sitting down in the Common Room to finish our homework - well, he was trying to finish his homework I sketched his concentrating face - and it still didn’t seem to have sunk in properly.

I ignored Scor’s sulk and instead turned to smile and Kai and Ozan, who were sitting in the corner of the room playing exploding snap. They were both very bad at it, so the game ended up being more about who was quicker to dodge explosions than about who had superior skill at cards. Kai had lost half an eyebrow and Oz’s robes had burst into flames more than once.

Alani and Titania were sitting with them, occasionally cheering when the cards exploded. Alani was curled up next to her brother, resting her feet across his lap while she read an intimidatingly large book about metamorphosis. Titania was filing her nails and watching Scor from under her eyelashes.

When Kai had lost the remaining half of his left eyebrow he stood up, gave an exaggerated stretch and sauntered over to the desk I was sharing with Scor. Oz yelled after him that he was a coward, but was quickly silenced when the whole deck of cards blew up in his face, leaving him coated with soot and coughing while Titania cackled with laughter beside him.

“You ready to roll, little prefect?” Kai leaned over my sketchbook, tipping his head upside down to look at me while I determinedly kept my neck bent and continued sketching. He’d shaved a thin heart into the hair behind his ear. I wanted to draw it.

“Little prefect?” I raised an eyebrow.

Kai grinned. “Yep. We should get going. Dominique’s frightening when she’s angry. We don’t want to be late for the first meeting of term.”


“Weasley,” Kai said. “Head Girl. Honestly, Ollie, do you pay any attention to what goes on in this school?”

I knew Dominique. She was in Slytherin in the year above us. She had a deep husky voice, an extraordinary variety of black and grey clothes, and nails so long they could stab through an orange (which she had gleefully demonstrated on more than one occasion). She rarely spent time with people from our House, choosing instead to sit with the Gryffindors, namely my cousin and James Potter. I hadn’t known she was Head Girl.

“She’s up to date with Quidditch,” Scor said, cheering up a little bit. “And let’s face it, nothing else really matters.”

“Touché,” Kai said. “Come on, Ollster. Let us depart.”

“If you call me Ollster again I swear to Salazar I will hurt you,” I said, but I followed him towards the door, leaving my books spread out on the desk next to Scor.

The prefect Common Room was hidden on the sixth floor behind a portrait of Wendolyn the Weird screaming with derisive laughter in the middle of a bonfire. Kai had to cough pointedly several times before she looked at us.

“Now really, Mr Montague...bringing a lady friend to the prefect common room? You should be ashamed. It’s not a dating venue....” The rest of her words were drowned out by a high peal of laughter as the tickling flames were apparently too much for her.

“She’s a prefect, Wendy,” Kai said, rolling his eyes. “And we have a meeting. Can you just let us in?”

Wendolyn continued to laugh, throwing her hair back and ignoring Kai’s request.

“WENDY!” Kai raised his voice in a way that probably wouldn’t seem like a shout from anyone else but was noticeable because it’s so unusual for him to get cross. “Come on. We’re going to be late.”

“Oh, okay. No need to make a fuss,” Wendolyn sighed. “Password?”

“Ubi caritas,” Kai said confidently.

“Right you are,” Wendolyn said, swinging open to reveal a door. “Enjoy the meeting, my lovelies.” She put her fingers up in air quotes around the word ‘meeting’, apparently not believing Kai’s insistence that this was not a date.

I followed Kai through the door into a large, round room. Silk drapes in the four house colours hung from ceiling to floor, giving the room a bright, warm atmosphere. On the ceiling, enchanted silhouettes of a lion, raven, badger and snake circled each other, illuminated by an orangey light. Huge enchanted windows showed views I wasn’t sure had anything to do with Hogwarts, and comfortable looking couches were scattered around next to desks.

A huge round table dominated the room, surrounded by straight backed wooden chairs with velvet seats in the house colours. Most of the chairs were occupied. I could see Albus Potter and Rose Weasley sitting on two red chairs across the room, as well as some other familiar faces. Kai led me over to two green chairs opposite Potter and Weasley, and I sat down with him.

When most of the remaining chairs had filled, Dominique Weasley stood up. She was wearing her school robes and had her shiny ‘Head Girl’ badge pinned neatly to her chest, but apart from that she didn’t really look the part. She’d dyed her usually white-blonde hair a pale, shimmering shade of pink and had long, thick peacock feathers attached to her eyelashes.

“Hello, all,” she drawled. “Thanks for coming. I know it’s the first full day back but we might as well get started straight away. First thing’s first, Cassandra Selwyn isn’t back at school yet, so Olivia Bell’s going to be taking over her duties until she returns. I’m sure you’ll all help her out if she has any questions.”

She waved a lazy hand in my direction and I tried not to blush as all the heads in the room turned to face me.

“Where’s Selwyn?” A fifth year Slytherin girl asked. “When will she be back?”

Dominique shrugged. “That’s not important. We’re not here to gossip. I was just explaining why we have a new prefect so late in the year. Anyway, patrols will continue as they did last term. James still thinks we should be mixing up houses we we’re keeping Gryffindor with Slytherin on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and Ravenclaw with Hufflepuff on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. Fifth years take the 8-9 slot, sixth years take 9-10, and us seventh years get the graveyard shift from 10-12. I’m giving seventh years the Sunday evening patrols as well so that everyone else gets an extra night off.”

A seventh year Ravenclaw banged his head onto the table, yawning pointedly. Dominique glared at him.

“It really won’t be difficult to find somebody else to take your badge if you don’t want it,” she pointed out.

Smith reluctantly sat up straighter. Dominique cleared her throat and glanced at her watch before continuing.

“It’s already half eight so I think fifth years can just have a night off tonight, meaning we’re kicking off the term with sixth year Gryffindors and Slytherins. Remember, you’re really only there as a deterrent to people considering sneaking out, but if you do see any rule breaking report it to me at the end of the night and I’ll take points off the relevant house or pass it on to a teacher if I need to. Al, you were with Cassandra last term so I’ll trust you to show Olivia the ropes.”

“And we can leave ten?” Potter asked her.

“Come back here first to give me a report, then I’ll dismiss you soon after,” Dominique said. “Is everyone clear the plan for the term? I’ll send you all an updated timetable to make sure you know when you’re needed.”

There was a chorus of agreement and Dominique smiled, white teeth bright against her purple lipstick.

“Good. Don’t go easy on people just because it’s the first day back. Bonus points if you can find my idiot cousin and whoever he’s snogging instead of turning up to the meeting he’s supposed to help run,” she said.

Potter snorted. “If James doesn’t want to be found we don’t stand a chance.”

“See it as a challenge,” Dominique suggested. “He’s Head Boy. It’s not okay for him to skip meetings. Now get to work, all of you. Al, do make sure Olivia knows what she’s doing. She’ll need the passwords to the bathrooms as well.”

“Will do,” Potter said, smiling at me.

I yawned without covering my mouth and put my head down on the table. Kai slapped the back of my head and I elbowed his chest.

“Come on, Olivia,” a girl’s voice said. “Al likes to put in minimum effort to everything. Patrols won’t be too difficult with him.”

I looked up to see Rose Weasley smiling at me, Potter by her side.

“Right,” I yawned. Prefect patrols with Potter really didn’t appeal to me.

“If he gets too irritating just let me know,” she smiled. “I’ll swap with him and we can patrol together instead.”

I didn’t know why she was being so friendly. It’s a strange characteristic of the Potter/Weasley clan. Cassie once described them as ‘frustratingly friendly and even more frustratingly famous’.

“Go on, Ollster,” Kai said, giving me a shove. “Meet back here after patrols?”

“Why? You still not know the way to the Common Room sweetie?”

He laughed and shook his head. “I just enjoy your company. Come on, Rose. Let’s go search some broom cupboards.”

I watched him leave, one arm casually draped around Weasley’s shoulders, chatting easily and making her laugh. Kai’s good at being everyone’s friend. Cass says it makes him untrustworthy.

“You ready, Liv?” Potter held out a hand to help me up.

I ignored his hand and stood up by myself, stretching up and frowning. “Liv?”

“Sure,” Potter said, running a hand through his hair and not meeting my eye. “You can call me Al, if you want.”

“Whatever. Come on. Let’s get this out of the way.”

We covered most of the seventh floor in silence. I made no effort to start a conversation and Potter seemed happy to stay quiet. We found a couple of third year girls out of bed, drinking hot chocolate from the kitchens and chatting. Potter grinned and told them to get to bed before he knew who they were and reported them. They ran away giggling and he picked up the two mugs of hot chocolate they’d left behind, offering one to me.

“Thanks.” The hot chocolate had cream and marshmallows on top. I slurped it happily. Cream is delicious. My mother would be horrified.

“So, how’s prefect life treating you so far?” Potter licked cream off his upper lip.

“Cass can’t get back soon enough,” I said, managing a small smile in his direction. “This isn’t exactly what I had planned for sixth year.”

“Yeah, I’m not a big fan of the job either,” he said. “But my brother and cousin are the Heads so I don’t have a lot of choice. Dominique would kill me slowly and painfully if I didn’t do patrols.”

“But your brother wasn’t even at the meeting?”

“He’ll be off with some girl. Beats me why they made him Head Boy. If we find him in a cupboard somewhere Dominique will destroy him. I’m pretty sure she can kill people just with a look.”

“Maybe. If not, her nails look pretty lethal.”

“I’m genuinely a little bit scared of her, and we’re flesh and blood. Don’t get on her wrong side.”

He grinned again, then pressed a finger to his lips, nodding towards a broom cupboard across the corridor.

I shrugged. I wasn’t particularly bothered about catching couples who were trying to find some alone time after dark, but from what I’d heard that was the bulk of the job.

Potter flicked his wand and the cupboard door flicked open, exposing a dark haired girl and a blonde guy, both in Gryffindor ties.

Potter dropped his hot chocolate. The china cracked as it hit the floor, spilling thick, dark liquid out over the wooden boards. He didn’t even seem to notice, staring fixedly at the two people in the broom cupboard.

I looked back at the couple and it didn’t take long to realise why.

“Al,” Lavinia Buchanan stood up, biting her lip while she buttoned her shirt. “Um, look, it’s not what it looks like…”

Potter didn’t even acknowledge her. He was staring at the boy who stepped out behind her. His face was white and his fists were clenched like they’d been in Potions before he exploded the Silencing Solution.

“What the fuck, Louis?” His voice was low and expressionless, but anger and hurt was written all over his face.

Louis Weasley pushed a hand through his blonde hair in the same way I’d noticed Potter do and shook his head slightly, seemingly lost for words. His tie was loose around his neck and his shirt was untucked. He’s part veela, and while Dominique’s veela blood makes her intimidating and a little bit awe-inspiring, in Louis it usually seems innocent and charming. This time, though, his looks weren’t helping his case.

Buchanan stepped closer to Weasley, resting a hand on his arm. He shook her off and looked back at Potter, blue eyes wide and desperate.

“Al, please don’t get cross…don’t be sad. You’re my best friend, mate, you just…don’t hate me. Please.” His words were slurred rushed and for the first time I noticed the half-empty whiskey bottle in his hand.

Potter still had his wand out from unlocking the door and Weasley’s gaze was fixed on it. Buchanan shrank back from them both, tear tracks glistening down her cheeks.

I breathed in deeply and took a reluctant step between the two boys.

“We can’t take points,” I said, looking straight at Louis Weasley. “But we’ll be reporting this to the Heads at the end of the night. It’ll probably be ten points each from Gryffindor for being out after curfew and another twenty for the alcohol. My guess is that you’re looking at at least two detentions each as well.”

“Right. Look, Al…” Weasley tried to sidestep around me to reach his cousin. He was obviously much more worried by Al’s reaction than he was by any punishment.

I stepped in front of him again. “Just go back to your common room before it’s worse than two detentions. You’re not supposed to be here.”

I was surprised by the authority in my voice. In truth, I didn’t have any idea what the protocol was for students drinking after curfew, but I could see that Potter was shaking and I wanted to get the others away before he lost his temper. I wasn’t about to get in the middle of a Gryffindor fight.

“Come on, Louis,” Buchanan said, reaching out her hand. “Bell’s right. We should just go.”

Weasley didn’t take her hand, but he nodded and turned to follow her. He looked back at Potter and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something else, but I glared at him and he instead followed Buchanan down the corridor.

“Shit.” Potter looked pale, and slid down the wall behind him to sit on the floor next to his broken mug.

I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just awkwardly stood next to him, watching him run his hands through his hair and press his fingers against his forehead.

“Shit,” he said again, leaning his head back against the stone wall behind him. “Shit, he’s my best mate.”

“I’m sure…there’s some kind of explanation,” I said, feeling stupid even as I spoke. I’m terrible at giving sympathy, especially to people I don’t know very well.

“Well, yeah, he was drunk,” Potter said, a deep frown creasing his forehead. “Louis’s always drunk. But…well.”

“That’s not an excuse,” I finished for him.

“Exactly. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Sorry,” he said, breathing out slowly. “Sorry. I just can’t believe this.”

“That’s kind of fair enough. You just saw your ex and your cousin-slash-best friend making out,” I said unhelpfully, sitting down beside him.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s pretty much what just happened,” Potter said, swearing under his breath again and leaning his head against my shoulder.

It was strange, sitting so close to him. I hardly knew him at all.

Usually I’d tell him to get a grip on himself. I don’t like being too physically close to people, and I definitely didn’t want to be in this position with Albus Potter…but something stopped me. It felt like this stuff between him and Buchanan had been everywhere in the last few days, and it wasn’t fair on him.

I guess I felt sorry for him or something, because I put an arm around him and let him press his forehead against my neck, breathing deep breaths to calm himself down.

After a few minutes he pulled away, looking very red faced and shaken.

“Thanks, Liv. I’m really sorry about all this…I, um, well, it’s just been a bit hard recently. Sorry for dragging you into it.”

“It’s fine.” I pulled myself up to stand, still leaning against the wall.

“And thanks for sending them back to the Common Room. I wasn’t thinking straight.” He looked anxious, worried that I was going to be angry with him, but I didn’t feel angry at all.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it…Al.”

He looked surprised at my use of his first name but didn’t mention it, instead slowly standing up next to me and putting an arm around my shoulders. He pulled me into a quick hug, just for a few seconds, and then let me go.

“I really appreciate it. Shall we call it a night? We don’t need to tell Dominique we didn’t bother with the sixth floor.”

“Sure,” I said with a small smile.

“Thanks. By the way, I ordered you a new cauldron…”

We walked back to the Prefect Common Room, talking quietly and about nothing important. Al didn’t mention what had happened and I thought it was probably best not to bring it up again. He kept a hand on my arm while we walked and I didn’t shake him off.

When we reached the Common Room we found Rose and Kai had already returned and were talking to a furious Dominique Weasley. Rose turned and flung her arms around Al’s neck, making him trip backwards slightly.

“Oh, Al. Louis came and found me. He’s a wreck. Are you okay? I’m so sorry.” She spoke quickly, her cheek pressed against his, rubbing his back soothingly.

“It’s fine, Rosie. You can let me breathe now.”

“I didn’t think he’d do that. I’ll talk to him about it. He’s drunk, of course. I’ve been saying he needs to cut down for months. But he’s devastated, Al, he really is. And Lavinia! Well, we already knew she was a bitch.”

I laughed at her use of the word ‘bitch’. Somehow it seemed strange coming from Rose Weasley, top of the class in all subjects and teacher’s pet. I guess she’s different when it comes to defending her cousin. I can’t imagine being that close with the Moron.

Neither of them noticed me laugh but Kai caught my eye and winked.

“You two might as well head off. It’s nearly ten already,” Dominique said. “Thanks for filling in, Olivia. It’s good to have you on board. Al, I will be having words with my little brother. I may well turn him over to our mother.”

Rose and Al both called out their goodbyes as we left. Al managed to sound cheerful and friendly despite the events of the evening, and I smiled at him before following Kai through the portrait.

“Eventful night?” Kai looked at me.

“Something like that.”

“How was it with Al? He’s a good laugh, isn’t he?”

“He was alright, actually. Cass always complained about him after their patrols.”

Kai frowned. “Yeah, well…Cassie tends to see the worst in people.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I stopped walking to look at him.

His eyes widened. “No, Ollie, I’m not trying to be mean about her. Cassie’s great. It’s just, you know…” His voice trailed away and he gave a hand gesture as if to say the end of his sentence was obvious.


“She doesn’t have much nice to say about people, other than you and Scor, I mean,” Kai said quietly. “There are lots of people in the school you’ve never bothered to get to know because Cassie’s told you they’re not worth knowing, like Al and Rose.”

“Cassie’s my best friend, Kai,” I said coldly.

“I know. I know. Look, forget I said anything. I just meant I could see you and Al being friends, now that you’re getting to know each other.”

“Now that Cassie’s not here, you mean?”

“That’s not what I said, Ollie,” Kai said calmly, with a sigh.

“It’s what you meant, though.”

I started walking again. After a few paces I realised Kai wasn’t following, and turned around.

“Come on,” I said, giving him a small smile. “I didn’t mean to have a go at you. I just…I really miss her.”

“I know,” Kai said, recognising that this was as close to an apology as I was going to get. “It’ll all work out, Ollie. You’ll see.”

He ruffled my hair and linked his arm through mine for the walk back to the dungeons.

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