Prophecy ~ Lams (COMPLETED)

Chapter 36: Regerts

Here you are *hands you the chapter* do with it what you must

I AM BACK

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My writing block is gone and I felt bad for pausing this for like a month. But updates will just be slower because finals are coming up, the musical is two weeks away, and I want to write some other stuff too

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JOHN POV

I got plenty of questions when I entered the Room of Requirement that late afternoon. I had no idea how to answer any of them, mostly because I didn't want to answer them. Not then, anyway.

Alex seemed annoyed with me for multiple reasons, and I didn't want to deal with that.

The most startling news of all was that Jefferson maybe-possibly- wasn't the one who paid Francis. 

Alex's reasoning made sense; Sometimes I swore that he was the reincarnation of Sherlock Holmes.

What motive would've Thomas had for doing that anyway? And he was strangely nice during winter break. 

I had my doubts from the beginning.

I sat in the Grand Hall after the RR meeting with my sketchbook and a pencil, trying to draw out my feelings on a piece of paper. I was feeling scribbly.

People were starting to file into the Grand Hall like usual around this time, filling up the free spaces in the other tables and around me.

James Madison took a seat next to me, giving me a sense of Deja Vu.

"Are you really sure that Thomas isn't gay?" I was not expecting that.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because he asked me out." Madison deadpanned.

"W-what?" I sputtered, my eyes widening an unreasonable amount. Did Alex know this? Did anyone know this?

"Yeah." He patted my shoulder awkwardly and walked away, leaving the conversation as open as the ocean.

"What the fuck." I threw my hands up and left the Grand Hall, not even eating dinner.

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I decided to wander around Hogwarts while avoiding Filch and Mrs. Norris. I ended up in some random corridor on the third floor, a hallway full of locked rooms I'd never been in before.

There wasn't much for me to do, aimlessly stalking the hallways while everyone was at dinner, so I laid down on the cobblestone and stared up at the ceiling. The different rocks in the roof made for great fake constellations.

"John? What on earth are you doing?" I sat upright and saw Eliza standing in the middle of the hall with her arms crossed.

"Why aren't you at dinner?"

"Why aren't YOU at dinner?" I repeated, putting emphasis on the 'you'. Now that I knew it was only Eliza, I laid back down. I put my arms behind my head like I was laying on the beach, really wishing for the sand and sun of a South Carolinian beach. Eliza took me laying down as an invitation to sit.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Why did you really not get back together with Alex?"

I shifted to sit up again, looking at her in confusion. She wouldn't look at me.

"What do you mean? I told you why. I need time to process everything."