passing paradise │oliver wood

chapter 12

Chapter 12

The Great Hall was filled with students from the Quidditch Pitch. Most were the Gryffindors and Slytherins, some of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. The place was lit up with hanging candles and fireplaces at each table to keep people warm as well.

I briskly walked towards the front of the Slytherin table to where my wrapped-up in blankets friends were. They also had hot chocolate to keep them company. Terence nodded towards me and Zara snapped her head to look. She had a sigh of a smile when she saw me going to them.

"You're okay," She sighed as I sat down beside her.

Flint from across the table gave me a blanket and I showed him a small smile as a thank you and wrapped it around myself. It was warm but not as warm as the way Oliver held me.

"Where did you go?" Adrian spitefully asked in front of me. He had his brows furrowed. I don't know if he was mad that I ditched him or still because of Oliver but he was mad.

"I got caught up within the crowd," I lied but kept my head up high.

"That long?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I guess," I shrugged. "It was very chaotic, Adrian."

"You seem so dry, huh?"

He didn't stop. I glared at him to drop the subject but he was far from it. He wasn't done tormenting me until I would tell him. But I'm not going to tell him my secret. He has no right to force it out of me.

"Jealous a little Adrian?" I said with high authority. "Jealous that I may have spent my time with someone else?"

"No."

"Really, now? I can read you like an open book, remember?"

He glared at me before rolling his eyes and slumping down at his seat. He dropped it with a sigh and I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Is everyone okay?" I asked the rest of the table.

Terence showed his finger that had a band-aid with a frowning face while Flint seemed okay on the outside. Zara did too but her hair was damp and messy and extra curly. I think all of us were.

"Flint?" I slowly asked him and he looked up at me. He definitely wasn't okay. I waited for him to start saying something because I know he'd want to share it.

"We could have won," He sighed, finally saying something. "The game was going well. The game was going so well. The plan was perfect. Adrian and Terence had a good game but bloody storm had to fucking rail the fucking pitch and ruin our first fucking possible win. So goddamn, Merlin!"

His cheeks had turned a bright deep red because of his anger. He clenched his teeth from saying a string of curses that could possibly lose us house points.

"The pitch is fucking ruined," I said softly with a wince. Zara and I looked at each other with sorry faces for the boys. They love that game too much to lose. "But I think they can fix it with magic...?" It came out more as a question because I don't think McGonagall would let the magic fix that pitch.

"They better." Terence gritted his teeth together.

A hot chocolate apparated in front of me and I drank it like water. We kept each other in comfort as we talked about some other things while there was still no clear plan on what was going to happen next. The professors didn't allow us to leave the Great Hall and I don't know why. It would be lovely to change out of these wet coats and robes. After drinking my third cup of hot chocolate, Professor Dumbledore had finally said something.

"Students," His authoritative voice echoed through the hall. It was quiet in a second. The old man was standing up in front of his throne, his clothes seemingly dry even if he was at the game. He continued, "Please sit down at your house tables before the board of professors announce something."