Enough for You

thirteen;

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Chiquitita - ABBA
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The summer weather had officially gone. The sunny mornings, and scorching heat fled the atmosphere surrounding Hogwarts, and was instead replaced with strong fall winds that made the tree branches sway, and rain lash down directly onto the different towers rooftops.

This weekend particularly, it seemed as if the rain was never going to end. It was as if someone had gotten into a fight with Mother Nature and all of her tears were raining down on us shaped as large droplets, and strikes of lightning.

Professor Umbridge almost cancelled this weekends Hogsmeade trip altogether, but rumour is that Dumbledore did not allow that.

To me it didn't matter whether the day-trip proceeded or not, I was completely overwhelmed by a certain Defence Against the Dark Arts project.

In partners, we had to research five helpful counter-jinx' and explain each in thorough detail.

Ever since Umbridge began teaching this course, the curriculum has been quite dull. My concentration almost always slid away from me as I would begin to doze off, only being woken up by the elbow shove of the ginger sitting next to me. Which brings me to my point of why I did not care if the Hogsmeade trip was still a go.

It had been several days since the project was assigned yet Fred and I haven't even started. I decided to take it upon myself and instruct him to meet me in the library after lunch...that was where I was on my way to right now, just as the storm grew louder and pelted onto the glass windows of the chilly corridor.

"Well, well, well." says Fred as I approach the doors of the library, textbook over my head to shield my hair from the downpour. Pulling my pocket watch out of his baggy blue jeans, he points one outstretched finger to the minute hand. "You're late."

"And you still have my watch." I criticize, motioning for him to give it back as I advance closer and pull on the handle to the library.

"Oh thats funny Rowle, you think you're getting this back?" he adds, placing the palm of his hand on the glass panel of the door, keeping it shut.

Cocking my head to side "Give it."

"No no no. I think I'll hang onto it for now." says Fred, putting it back into his pocket now.

I roll my eyes and try to open the door once again but just as before he shuts it back, this time using the side of his body as opposed to only his hand.

"What are you doing? We need to get this done." I state questioning his motives, as I gesture to the dark textbook that is pressed firmly against my chest.

"Yeah...no." he laughs, stealing the book away from my arms and holding it high in the air.

"What do you mean 'no'?" I ask sarcastically, reaching up to attempt at grabbing it back.

"You were late. I have other commitments I need to attend to."

"What commitments?"

"I'm glad you asked." he throws my textbook onto the floor. I watch it glide down the hallway, skidding along the white stone floors until it hits a wall. His hand grips mine and he pulls me towards the open courtyard, now deserted as most of the students have gone on the excursion to the little village.

Stepping out onto the unsheltered pavement, the cool rain hits my body, instantly soaking my skirt and my top, making them feel like weights hanging off my body. Within a second my hair is drenched, no longer perfectly straightened. And I curse myself, wondering why I even let him drag me through the courtyard in the first place.