[ Printer Friendly Version ] [ Report Abuse ]
Chapter 34 : The One With Roxanne
| ||Rating: Mature||Chapter Reviews: 6|
Background: Font color:
Now, onto the next chapter!
“What are you doing back so early?” Isabella asked as I walked into our dormitory. She was sitting on Sian’s bed and flipping through an issue of Teenage Witch, as Sian read her own copy. Michelle was sitting on her own bed, searching through her school bag for something, but I tried not to keep my attention on her for too long.
“James and Roxanne decided to go for a run, and I didn’t want to join them,” I stated, my eyes flicking over to Michelle as I heard a small laugh coming from her direction. She looked up at me, and I turned away quickly, the thought of how we used to be friends stabbing at me.
Though were we really ever friends? Or was I only there until someone better came along for Michelle? Someone to make herself feel better.
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that if I were you,” Michelle stated, as though she were incapable of being nice and the pain in me worsened that could say something like that. Hadn’t she done enough damage to me? Did she want to continue making my life hard, and take every bit of self-esteem from me?
“What is that supposed to mean?” I found myself asking angrily, feeling a rage fill me at the fact that she still felt the need to do this to me.
“It means that you don’t know him as well as you think you do.”
I wanted to scream at her that I know him better than I ever knew her, that I know him better than I know anyone else. That he wouldn’t do that to me. But she was giving me a hard look and the anger was keeping me silent, my confidence slipping through my fingers like smoke. The hard look that she was giving me was always the one she gave to shut me down, and I couldn’t help but give in to it, feel the old pulls of the way that she had manipulated me over the years until it effectively shut me up. Until that anger had turned and was aimed at myself for letting myself be controlled like this. I could tell in the small tug at her lips that she knew the power she still had over me, and I knew that she was going to abuse that.
“Why don’t you just fuck off, Michelle,” Isabella growled, turning to look over her shoulder at Michelle, who turned to look at her. “Go and spread your venom elsewhere before I give you another black eye.”
“You didn’t give me one before,” Michelle huffed, arms crossing against her chest and I couldn’t help but stay in silence, trying to subside my anger. I didn’t know what to say, or how to stop this.
“I’ll make sure to give you one this time,” Isabella threatened, I could see her fists clenching beside her.
“How about you –“
“Enough!” Sian snapped, causing everyone to turn and look at her, she was shaking her head and kept her eyes focused on Michelle as she spoke. “We all have to live in this dormitory together and I am not going to put up with everyone squabbling. I get that something terrible happened, but I don’t want it to escalate in here. This is where we should be coming to sleep and chill out in our own personal spaces. Can we just agree that this is neutral ground and that whatever hatred you all have for each other is kept out of here?”
I stared at her, knowing that she made sense. It would surely make it all easier if we agreed to get along in the dormitory, but I was still too angry at what Michelle had done, and what she seemed to be continually doing.
“Next year is going to be stressful enough without you all threatening each other,” Sian added when no one spoke. I glanced at Isabella, whose jaw was clenched tightly as she stared at Sian with an unreadable expression on her face. When my eyes flickered to Michelle it was to see that she was watching me pointedly. “Can you please just stop arguing?”
“I’ll drop it... for now,” Isabella stated, dropping the magazine on Sian’s bed and standing up. “But don’t be surprised when it all goes to shit within a few days.”
Sian was shaking her head and sighing, eyes following Isabella as she walked over to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the dormitory door and taking us both out of the room.
I let her guide me without any protest towards the common room, before we both took a seat on the sofa next to Horatio Demarcus, who was slouching on the sofa. He gave us a brief glance as we sat down, but didn’t say anything, not even when Isabella let out a loud groan of annoyance.
“Do you want to play Chess? I want to watch the players destroy each other?” Isabella asked, and I shook my head slowly.
“I don’t really know how to play,” I told her honestly.
“I’ll play. I could watch things beating the shit out of each other,” Horatio stated, sitting up and using his foot to hook the leg of the chess table, dragging it towards them.
“What’s pissing you off then?” Isabella asked as she sat up straight and began setting up her pieces. Horatio heaved a large sigh before shaking his head, eyes glancing into the corner. I followed his gaze and saw Louis Weasley and his girlfriend Freya Jackson; they were both sitting in the chair by the bookcase, giggling over something. They looked happy, and I couldn’t help the small smile that crossed my face at seeing them. I wonder if James and I looked like that to other people?
“Nothing,” Horatio stated, making me turn to look at him again. “Pawn to E3.”
I hadn’t seen or heard from James since the day before, I understood that he was busy catching up with people and tried not to worry, but Michelle’s words still got into my head. I knew there was no truth to her words at all, I trusted James, I didn’t trust her.
Why did I let her try to hurt me still? Why couldn’t I just completely let her go?
James made me jump by coming up behind where I was sitting, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me on the cheek. I turned my head with a smile and he moved his kiss to my lips. After he had left me breathless and wondering what my own name was, he pulled away and moved to take the seat next to me. His hands reaching for my own, fingers slipping through my own and pulled my hand up to place a kiss gently on my knuckles.
My heart beat frantically against my chest as butterflies went crazy inside of me. James grinned at me, a small dimple appearing in his cheek as he did so, and I knew that I was a total goner for this boy.
“Morning,” he said softly, voice slightly raspy as he spoke.
“It’s technically the afternoon,” I told him, my voice coming out to sound like a whisper, not able to take my eyes away from his gaze.
“I didn’t see you this morning to say it,” James told me, leaning forward to place a small kiss on my lips again, before turning to sit in his chair properly, hand still gripping mine.
I tried to be conspicuous as I took a deep breath to try and steady my beating heart, but a glance out of the corner of my eye made me see that James was smirking.
“Did you have fun running with Roxanne?” I asked him as our fellow classmates began slowly coming into the room and taking their seats around us.
“I did,” James said, his face lighting up as he spoke, “I didn’t get to see that much of her over the holidays, so it’s nice. Don’t tell anyone but she’s my favourite cousin.”
“I won’t tell anyone,” I promised him, shaking my head slightly. “Can you imagine the outcry if anyone was to find out?”
“Oh, the rest of my family would destroy me,” James chuckled. “There can’t be any favourites in our family. There’s a lot of jealousy.”
“I’m glad that I don’t have many cousins,” I told him truthfully, my father was an only child and my mother had an older brother who had two kids. That was the extent of my family.
“I have too many, we can share them if you want?” James offered, I gave him a smile in return, but didn’t say anything as the teacher called the class to quiet so that he could begin the lesson.
“You wouldn’t want them anyway,” James muttered to me knowingly out of the corner of his mouth. “Christmas and birthdays become so expensive.”
“Can’t you put each other down for more than five minutes?” William asked, sounding put out, but with a smile on his face as he looked at us.
I felt embarrassed as I pulled away from the kiss, turning to bury my face in James’ chest as I tried to stop my cheeks from turning red. I forgot that there were other people in the world, let alone in the corridor, when James kissed me.
I felt the vibrations of James’ chuckle across my cheek as he wrapped his arms around me and held me closer. I loved that he was taller than me.
“It’s not my fault that she’s irresistible,” James stated, making me smile wider – which I didn’t even think was possible. My cheeks were going to kill me.
I turned my face to look at Isabella and William as we all waited to enter the Great Hall, realising that there were more people around us now, waiting to go inside and start our first apparition lesson. I couldn’t help but worry how many people had seen us kissing against the stone wall.
“James let go of her so that we can go inside,” Isabella stated, reaching forwards and taking hold of my wrist gently, tugging me in the direction that all of the other students in our year were walking. James kept hold of me, turning so that he was behind me now, but still having his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.
“Abigail I don’t want to alarm you,” William stated, which instantly made me worry about what he was going to tell me as I struggled to walk with James holding me back, and Isabella tugging my arm. “You appear to have some sort of James attached to you. Don’t worry, I don’t think it’s a fatal rash, but there’s definitely a cream for it.”
I snorted before I could stop myself, and James chuckled from behind me, still holding me tightly. I wondered who would let go first out of Isabella and James, and worried that my arm would be pulled out of the socket before either one of them gave up the tug of war. I looked to William for help, and he gave a short laugh and a shake of his head.
“Come on, James, let her go,” William stated, stopping in front of me so that I was sandwiched between them, and reaching for James’s hands wrapped tightly around my waist. Isabella was still holding my wrist and waiting for William to help her.
“No, I don’t want to,” James whined as William grabbed for his hands to get them to unclench.
It took a while, but William finally managed to get James to let go of me so that we could go into the Great Hall.
“Pathetic,” Michelle shot at us as she passed, and I watched as Isabella stuck her foot out in an attempt to trip her over. Michelle jumped over it easily and threw a glare at Isabella.
The hall had filled up quite quickly whilst we were outside, and there weren’t many spaces left for us to occupy, especially not together. Which would probably be a good thing, as I would get distracted by James and wouldn’t listen to the instructor. Isabella seemed to have read my mind, and took the two spaces nearer to the front so that William and James would have no option but to go to the ones at the back.
I turned to look at where James and William had stood, and smiled as James blew me a kiss. William shoved him and I turned back to the front and giggled.
“Oh god, if I knew that you would be there, I would have gone to the back,” Isabella growled angrily, and I looked to my left and saw that we had stood next to Michelle and Rebecca. I felt unease fill me in seeing the predatory look across Rebecca’s face and wanted nothing more than to escape. If Rebecca was within reaching distance of me, I knew that it would somehow end badly. I wondered if Isabella would swap with me?
“Okay, everyone turn this way and we shall begin.”
I turned towards the man standing in front of us, and saw that not far from where we stood was Professor Longbottom. I instantly felt relief fill me at seeing him, knowing that Rebecca wouldn’t be able to do anything to me whilst he was there.
“My name is Jared Linheart and I shall be your instructor. Let’s get straight down to it. The first three things you need to know are the three D’s,” he called out.
There was giggling from behind me, and I rolled my eyes as I heard what sounded like Elijah whispering something crude to what could only be Barry. It surprised me when I heard Ethan reprimanding Elijah and telling him to grow up. I turned around to face him curiously, and Ethan looked at me.
“You alright, Abigail?” he asked me quietly, I nodded in reply to him.
“You?” I asked politely. It felt weird that Ethan was happily talking to me, and I could sense Michelle tense up beside me. I felt bad that a sense of joy filled me at the fact that she was witnessing this.
“Yeah, I’m good thanks, I haven’t seen you or Isabella since you came to visit me in Easter,” he stated.
“Missing us already?” Isabella asked, turning to look at Ethan. I found it hard to keep focusing on Ethan when I felt Michelle’s eyes boring into the back of my head,
I knew that she was giving me the filthiest look that she could muster and I really didn’t want to have to look at her.
“Will you three please stop talking, you don’t want to miss anything important and end up splinching yourselves,” Jared said, causing us to all turn and face him. I offered him an apologetic smile and ducked my head slightly at being caught talking.
“Now, who’s ready to start trying to apparate?”
No one managed to apparate that lesson. Which James seemed put out about. It was really funny watching him pouting as we stood outside of the Great Hall. I wasn’t sure what we were waiting for, but Ethan had joined us, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Michelle would be nearby trying to spy on us.
“So, what’s everyone doing now?” Ethan asked us, hands shoved into the pockets of his trousers as he waited for us to answer.
“I’ve got Quidditch practice in an hour,” James stated as he looked down at his watch. “So, I need to go and get changed for that.”
“I have quite a bit of homework to do,” Isabella stated with a shrug, as William agreed with her.
“Probably homework as well,” I added, even though I had done quite a fair chunk of the workload, I wanted to get ahead and begin preparing for the end of year exams that were coming up.
“How about, we all go and get our homework and sit in the Quidditch stands whilst James’ practices?” William suggested, looking at us all to see if anyone would disagree.
It seemed like a good idea to me, that way I could watch James playing and not have to sit on my own in the stands.
“Sure, shall we all meet there?” Isabella asked.
Everyone agreed and we began going our separate ways, or I would have if James didn’t grab hold of my hand to stop me.
“Oh god, public display of affection coming up,” William groaned loudly, throwing his hands up in the air as I glanced at him. “I’ll meet you all down at the pitch.”
“I’ll try not to be late,” James said, pulling me after Ethan and down the corridor that would lead to the dungeons, Ethan had hurried off and I was thankful that no one would be standing awkwardly around as James and I said goodbye to each other.
James stopped walking as we turned around a corner to an unoccupied section of the dungeons, it was dark and slightly musty, but I didn’t care. I braced myself as James twirled me and pressed his lips against mine, gently pushing me against the wall as one hand slid down to my waist, the other pressed against the wall.
It was so easy to get lost in his kisses, feeling like my head and stomach were both turning to mush at his touch. I never wanted this to stop, I never wanted him to go away. He pulled away slightly so that I could catch my breath, and I heaved in a deep breath as I clutched the front of his T-shirt, head turning in an attempt to find his lips again, but he was moving his kisses along my jaw, before moving to my neck.
I gasped at the new feeling, his lips mouthing at my neck and collarbone, causing my knees to weaken at the touch. This was new, this was something that we had never done before and it excited me, as well as made me slightly anxious.
James pulled away quickly at feeling me stiffen under his touch, eyes searching mine. It took a while before I could get my head to stop swirling and I could focus on him.
“Are you alright? Was that going too far?” he asked in worry. I shook my head quickly, wanting to tell him that it was brilliant, that I was enjoying it, but the words wouldn’t come out. I reached up to cradle my hand on the back of his head and pulled him to meet my lips again, eager to show him that it was fine, that he didn’t have to worry.
“If you ever feel like we’re rushing anything,” he told me earnestly in between kisses, “you tell me and I will stop straight away.”
I nodded as he pulled away from me and rested his forehead against my own. The coolness of the wall behind me was causing me to shiver, but I didn’t want to move from the position that we were in.
“I have to go and get ready,” James told me reluctantly. “I don’t want to go.”
“Then don’t,” I said before I could stop myself. I surprised myself that I could be so forward, and looked up into his eyes to see that he was fighting against whether or not he would.
“Don’t tempt me,” he whispered huskily, and that voice alone caused a shiver to go through me which had nothing to do with the coolness of the dungeons. “I would do anything that you asked of me.”
I bit my lip at his words, realising the power behind his words.
“Go to your practice,” I told him, even though I wanted to stay here and kiss him for the rest of the day.
James nodded, his head dipping forwards to kiss me again, and we stayed like that for a bit longer, neither of us ready to say goodbye yet.
“Okay, I definitely have to go, otherwise I won’t.” James took a step away from me, and I loved that he looked dishevelled, knowing that I had been the one to cause that look to cross over him. I wanted to see more of it.
I nodded, standing up straight and hoping that my knees wouldn’t buckle as I began walking with James out of the dungeons and into the entrance hall.
A few students were milling around, but James didn’t care as he pulled me closer for one more chaste kiss. “I love that you wear that strawberry lip stuff,” he told me, and I smiled against his lips, making a mental note to wear more of it.
James pulled away and I watched him leave to go and get his things, calling to me that he would see me on the pitch. I couldn’t stop the goofy smile that spread across my face as I headed towards the Hufflepuff common room, wondering if Isabella would still be there.
A meow broke through my thoughts and I saw that Snowball was waiting for me at the top of the corridor. I smiled as I bent down to pick him up, burying my face into his fur and giving him a kiss as I carried on walking towards the entrance of the Hufflepuff den.
“Do you want to come to the Quidditch pitch as well?” I asked him, knowing that he wouldn’t answer me because he was a cat, but still pretending that he had anyway. “Oh, sorry, would that cut into your important laying around time?”
Snowball rubbed his face against mine, as I laughed.
I didn’t manage to turn around to see who had shouted the words, as hands pressed against my back and pushed me roughly. I stumbled, throwing my hands out and dropping Snowball as I tried to stop my fall. I caught my left hand on the sharp stone wall and fell down on my right hand, landing at an awkward angle and causing my head to smack against the floor painfully.
Tears sprang to my eyes and before I could stop them, they were falling down my face as the pain spread through three different points of my body.
“You’re not good enough for him,” a cruel voice said, laughter in their voice as I sat up slowly, cradling my right hand in my left. “When will you see that?”
Through my tears, I saw that Rebecca was walking away from me, a slight skip in her step as she did so.
I struggled to my feet, feeling a warmth in my head at where it had connected with the floor as a headache began forming.
I blinked quickly to clear my eyes of tears, and saw a shocked Louis Weasley standing in front of me, a bewildered Horatio standing next to him, and an angry Roxanne behind them. They looked worried and I shook my head quickly, even though it hurt to do so. “I’m fine. I just fell over, that’s all.”
I knew that they didn’t believe me, I wouldn’t have believed me either. I wiped my eyes with my hands, and let out a cry of pain at the sharpness that shot through my right wrist and fresh tears filled my eyes.
“Come on,” Roxanne said gently, rushing forwards and throwing an arm around me to steer me down the corridor. She was shorter than me, and younger, but I let myself be guided by her. “Let’s get you to the hospital wing.”
“I – er – “ Horatio began, “I let your cat into the common room.”
I nodded a thank you at him as I walked down the corridor, I wiped my eyes with my left hand and tried to will my headache into going away. I was so pathetic, I couldn’t believe that James’ family had seen me cry like this.
I couldn’t believe that Rebecca had done this to me. Why was she going out of her way to be horrible to me? I hadn’t done anything to her. I tried my best to ignore her.
“Who did this to you?” Roxanne asked me as calmly as she could, her voice was soothing.
I shook my head, I knew that if I mentioned who it was, it would make things a lot worse for me.
“I’m meant to be meeting Isabella and that down on the Quiditch pitch,” I told them all lamely, realising that Horatio and Louis were trailing behind us, unsure what else to do.
“We can go and tell them what happened if you want?” Louis offered. I hadn’t realised that they had been following us, and I ducked my head, worried about the eyes of the students that had turned to look at us curiously. The pain in my wrist was keeping the tears in my eyes and I tried to clutch it gently.
“You go and do that, and I’ll take Abigail up to the hospital wing,” she turned to look at me, eyeing my forehead with a displeased look on her face. I didn’t think that I was bleeding, but knew that a bruise was going to form.
“Thank you, Roxanne,” I told her honestly, so thankful that she was there.
“Who did it?” Roxannes asked me again, this time softly as we walked up the stairs slowly.
I shook my head again, and I could tell that Roxanne wasn’t happy with my answer. I felt worried about her reaction, even though she was younger than me, and hoped that she wouldn’t push this. I didn’t want more people to get involved than was necessary. I wanted to just forget about this and hope that it would go away.
“James is going to want to know who it was,” Roxanne told me, and I knew that it was the truth. “And so will William and Isabella, I’ve heard how her temper is from James.”
I swallowed as we continued walking slowly, and I was thankful that the staircases weren’t moving to interrupt our journey. My wrist and head began to throb in time with each other, and I just wanted something to take the pain away.
“She’s going to go mental,” I stated knowingly, “I don’t want her do something and get in trouble again.”
Roxanne pursed her lips, an unimpressed look on her face.
“It’s Rebecca isn’t it?” Roxanne asked, and I realised too late that she knew she was right by the way that my body stiffened. “That cow. She needs to realise that she’s messing with the girlfriend of a boy with a very large and protective family. I’m going to send a letter to dad and get him to send me the worst things he can. She’s not going to know what hit her.”
My eyes widened at her words, but before I could tell her that it wasn’t worth it, that she didn’t have to do that and get herself into so much trouble just because of me, but the Healer, Madam Ashwin, interrupted us by coming over.
“Abigail fell on her wrist and managed to hit her head on the floor of the dungeons,” Roxanne stated before I could answer myself. My injured wrist was instantly cradled by Madam Ashwin as she looked over it, I winced at the pain, but let her carry on with her examination.
It turned out that my wrist was just sprained, which I was thankful for. Madam Ashwin gave me a potion to help the pain, and wrapped a bandage around my wrist to help keep it supported as it healed. My head bump was going to bruise, but she wasn’t too worried about it being any worse than that, I was to take it easy and come straight to her if I begun feeling sick.
“How long will I have to keep the bandage–“ I began as I looked down at my bandage, but jumped when I heard a commotion outside of the window. My eyes widened and mouth fell open as James climbed through it, a broom clutched in his hand and a very concerned look on his pale face. His eyes found me immediately, and he dropped his broom to rush over to me, he was still in his Quidditch uniform.
“Mr. Potter, that is no way to enter the hospital wing,” Madam Ashwin scolded, but James ignored her and hurried over to me, eyes searching over me and settling in on my forehead. A darker look crossed his face, before he looked down at my wrist and reached for me, handling my wrist as though it were delicate.
“You climbed through a window,” I stated stupidly as James frowned darkly, he looked up at me, the look relaxing.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” I told him, and aside from the pain and the embarrassment that this had happened, I was. “Why did you climb through the window?”
“It would have taken too long to come up the stairs,” James told me, eyes hardening. “What happened?”
“It seems that Miss Higgs tripped down in the dungeons and has sprained her wrist, and gotten a nasty bump on her forehead,” Madam Ashwin answered for me, eyes rolling over James again disapprovingly that he didn’t apologise for coming through the window. She turned to look at me, and I struggled to tear my eyes away from James’ to meet her stare. “You are free to go, but remember to come back instantly if you feel sick.”
She walked away from us, and I turned back to James, who was sharing a look with Roxanne as though they were communicating silently.
“Who?” he asked simply, and I didn’t want to tell him. I didn’t want him to get angry and do something that would end up with him in trouble. He had already left his training to be here with me. I bit my lip, mouth opening to say something, before I closed it again.
“Rebecca,” Roxannne said, arms crossed as she stood next to James, considerably shorter than him in height, but making up for it by her fierce attitude. They both had the same angry crossing their features, and it was easy to tell that the two were related.
“That fucking cow.”
The new voice was a surprise, and I turned in time to see Isabella storming out of the hospital wing. I felt dread fill me as I stood up from the bed that I was sitting on, and tried to make my way out of the room to stop Isabella. If she went storming up to Rebecca things would become worse and I wasn’t sure if I could handle it.
James’s arm wrapped around my shoulders, and he pulled me to him, kissing the top of my head as gently as he could as I wrapped my arms around him. I felt tears prickling in my eyes even though I had no reason to cry anymore, I was as fixed as I could be, and this wasn’t going to solve anything. Still, I clutched to James as he rubbed my back.
“Someone should go and stop Isabella,” William said slowly, and I knew that he had no intention of doing so. I worried about what was going to happen if someone didn’t. “Did you have to go through the hospital wing window?”
“It was the quickest way to get here,” I heard James say, his chest vibrating as he spoke, and I pulled away from him and slid my uninjured hand into his. A silent motion that I was ready to go.
I looked up at William as he shook his head, a fond smile on his face, He glanced down at me as we all walked together.
“How are you feeling?” he asked softly.
“I’m fine,” I told him, wondering if I really was fine, or if it was the fact that I was surrounded by all of them that was making me feel a lot better?
“How hurt do you think Rebecca will be when we finally find Isabella?” he asked. Roxanne was the one to answer.
“Hopefully she’s the one that needs to visit the hospital wing,” she said darkly. “Don’t worry, if she thinks that’ll be the last of this, she’s sorely mistaken. If I see her so much as look in Abigail’s direction she’s going to wake up without hair.”
“Uncle George’s hair removal elixir?” William asked as James stayed quiet.
“The very one,” Roxanne said, and she and William high-fived each other. I couldn’t bring myself to join in with them, as much as I hated her for what she had done to me, I wouldn’t wish something like that on her, and I knew that I should at least want some kind of revenge for the way that she was continuously targeting me. Why couldn’t I do that?
“You should get back to your training,” I told James honestly, even though I didn’t want him to go. “Your captain won’t be happy that you left.”
“I should probably tell him why I left,” James stated, “do you want to come down there with me? William and Roxanne can go and find Isabella, make sure she doesn’t do anything too bad.”
I nodded, hand tightening in his.
“Thank you so much, Roxanne,” I told her honestly. Roxanne gave me a smile, before pulling me into a hug that surprised me.
“You’re welcome, our family look after each other.”
“Come on, little Weasley,” William said, reaching for Roxanne’s shoulder and pulling her after him down the corridor. “We’ll use the map to find her.”
“Don’t forget to give that back tonight, I need it,” James called after them as we began our walk.
“How are you really feeling?” James asked me after we walked in silence for a while. It was an easy silence and I was quite content with being in it, just holding onto James’s hand.
“I’m fine,” I told him, the same words had fallen from my mouth too many times in the last half an hour. I knew that James didn’t believe me as he stopped us on the pathway to the Quidditch pitch and looked down at me. He rose his hands to cradle my face, waiting for me to answer, and it was like he could read me like a book.
“Abi –“ he said, pressing a soft kiss against my lips and making my heart falter. He pulled away much too quickly and I took my time opening my eyes to look back up into his beautiful eyes, my uninjured hand was clutching hold of one of his arms as a way to steady myself.
Tears prickled at my eyes again, and I furiously willed them away, I didn’t want James to see me crying all the time.
“I wish that she would leave me alone,” I answered truthfully.
James’ thumbs caressed my skin tenderly, pressing his lips against mine again.
“She will, we’ll make sure of it.”
I believed him. He had no reason to lie to me.
“Let’s talk about this later and get you back to your practice,” I said as James dropped his hands slowly from my face. He nodded as he reached for my hand again and we continued on our way.
I glanced at his free hand and gave a small frown as I realised that he had left his broom back in the hospital wing.
“You forgot your broom,” I told him, and I wasn’t sure why I found that funny. James gave a loud groan at his forgetfulness, before digging into his pocket to pull out his wand and waving it behind him and in the direction of the castle, both of us still walking.
“Accio my broom.”
It wasn’t long before it rushed down to him, and he caught it easily without even turning to look. James saw my amazed look and gave me a wink as he pocketed his wand.
Thankfully, he managed to finish the remainder of his training without being called away again, and I watched him in fascination on the pitch, the pain in my wrist and head were gone, but the worry about Isabella still strong in my gut.
I hoped that someone had stopped her before she got into serious trouble.
Previous Chapter Next Chapter
Other Similar Stories
The Wotter Spot
Out of Your ...