Prophecy ~ Lams (COMPLETED)

Chapter 16: Fellow Gays

This chapter is kinda a filler

And, um... my 11 year old brother has a girlfriend. before me! I am so lonely. Why must it be this way? I've never had any romantic experience at all. I literally peaked in fifth grade

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JOHN POV

I definitely did something wrong. I didn't exactly know how to approach him, so for a few weeks, It was back to mainly Eliza and I. Even when we'd all hang out with the group during lunch, he was distant. I figured that it was best to leave him alone until he was ready to talk to me. I felt terrible, because I knew he was right. His childhood was worse then mine. He had every right to be mad at me.

I despised flying class with a bur(r)ning passion; my father would constantly pick on me, and the smug Gryffindors would laugh at whatever he said, hanging on his every word. Herc and Laf were in that class, so I had a few friends; Eliza didn't 'do' brooms. Henry Laurens himself called me into his office after flying class one Friday-at-the-beginning-of-October to 'discuss business'. My father's face hardened every time he saw my Hufflepuff robes. It's like they would magically change if he hated Hufflepuff hard enough.

"Hello, Jack. How are you?"

"Fine." He glared at me. "Sir." (When you remember the time Snape called Harry sir and Harry, being the baddest bitch around, called him out on it)

"I noticed that your flying and Quidditch skills have been severely lacking lately. I did not even want you to come here, and you disobeyed my orders, but I have been kind enough to let you stay. However, I can send you back to South Carolina with a snap of my fingers. Quite literally, might I add."

"Please don't send me back, my teachers have just been giving me a lot of homework-"

"Yes and you should be able to balance both. I know how much you want to be a professional Quidditch player, and the first match of the season is coming up soon. You need to focus."

I. Do not. Want to be. A professional. Quidditch. PLAYER.

"I'll work harder."

"That's what I like to hear. Any girls caught your eye? You hang out with that Hufflepuff one a lot. Elizabeth Schuyler, No?" He was trying to talk to me like sons and fathers do. 

"She's just a friend, sir." Talking about Eliza in that way made me want to smack myself upside the head (I LIKE YO CUT G) She's great, but I think I'm a little too gay for her. I laughed at my own joke.

"What's so funny, Johnathan?"

"N-nothing."

"You can go."

No I love you. Nothing.

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I walked out of his office, squeezing my eyes shut so that none of the tears that threatened to spill would come out. He doesn't care about me. 

I ran to the library, hoping that during my free period I could use the time for finding something to say to Alex that wouldn't offend him in an instant. However, he had already beat me to it.

Alex sat where I usually went to read and study nervously tapping his foot. Maria poked her head out from behind a bookshelf, trying to make it so I didn't see her. I took a deep breath, standing just out of their line of sight. I had no time to find the right words. I had to wing it.

"Alex-" He ran up to me and gave me a hug. I stood there smelling his shampoo scented hair. I saw Maria give me a thumbs up. He don't like Eliza no more, She mouthed. I tried to suppress my smile, but found it very hard. Could she be right?

"John, I'm sorry for yelling at you. You don't deserve that."

"Alex, I'm sorry for pushing you too hard (PLEASE NO LENNY FACES). Yeah, my life sucks and all, but you? You've been through all that."

"These past few weeks have been absolute crap," He said, looking particularly interested in the floor. 

"Ditto." I held out my hand awkwardly, and he shook it. Maria stepped out from behind the bookshelf.

"I was thinkin', now that the Lams ship has been repaired, that while we all have a free block, we could look more into your father and the I.W.A." She said nonchalantly, moseying over to a bookshelf and looking at titles. She slid a large book inconspicuously into her pocket. Alex blushed when he said the word 'Lams'. I wondered what that meant. I set a mental reminder to ask Maria about it later.

"Let's do that."

Maria brought us over to the library's Daily Prophet archives, which we read through vigorously, searching and scanning for answers to all of our questions. She stopped us at an article dated 5 years ago. When my father won the Quidditch World Cup against Britain. The front page showed a talking and laughing pair of young men, one of which was my dad. The other was wearing Britain's Quidditch robes. The headline read: America wins the 421st Quidditch World Cup. And just of to the side, a blurb about the above picture told us what we needed to know. Despite teams being enemies, American Seeker Henry Laurens and British Beater Benedict Arnold become unlikely friends.

"They look like more than friends." Maria said with a smirk on her face. She crossed her arms.

"Maria, my dad would kill himself before he'd admit that they were more than friends. Then, he'd come back to like just to prove that they were only friends, and then kill himself again so he didn't say anything that would 'sully his name'."

"Damn," Alex scoffed. "He's a homophobe of the highest degree."

"We can all discuss how much of a homophobic dick that John's dad is later, but we need to find a place where we will not be overheard. we do not need any certain Jeffersons prying into our business. Oh, I have an idea. Legends." Maria said nothing else, tucking the newspaper article in her seemingly bottomless pocket and dragging us out in the hallway. We walked for what seemed like hours, Maria clearly thinking hard about something. As we turned the corner, I noticed an intricately-carved door that hadn't been there before.

"I have a good memory and I know that that door was not there before," Alex said, confused.

"It worked! YES!" Maria opened the door after looking around to make sure that no Jeffersons were spying on us. She pushed us inside hurriedly, shutting the door just as my hand left the door frame.

"Welcome, fellow gays, to the Room of Requirement."

Alex and I made eye contact for a split second before turning away, both blushing hard. I knew I was gay. I came out (pun intended) of my mother's uterus with a rainbow flag, which my father has clearly been trying to discard for years.

"Just what we needed, a notice board and tacks." Maria pinned the moving picture to to the big cork board that sat in the middle of the room. She seemed unfazed by the fact that we had just entered a room that I hadn't even remembered seeing on Angelica's map. She seemed unfazed-unlike Alex and I- by the fact that she had just called a bulletin board a 'notice board'.

"I think you mean a bulletin board."

"You know what? We've both been through this before. You have your weird American slang, and I have my normal people talk," Maria said. Alex rolled his eyes.

"Now we can stop meeting in the bathroom! Myrtle gives me the creeps." I cheered, sitting criss-cross applesauce on a cushion. 

"Probably because she's all over you. And you're gay." Alex added.

"Well, there's that."

"Ok, John, what exactly did your father's *cough* slave *cough* say to you? I'll write it down and pin it on the board. Start making connections." We stayed in the Room of Requirement for the rest of the block, before realizing that we missed the rest of the day's classes. My dad was gonna be pissed.