Mischievous Secret | J. Potter | R. Black

C H A P T E R | T W E N T Y - S E V E N

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C A Z H V Y R E

A WAVE OF BODY CRASHES UPON MINE, tumbling down with a hand on my waist, terrified that I would collapse from the intensity of all the enthusiasm and gratitude attempting to pummel me. In spite of the fact that all I could notice was the gnawing iciness of truth.

James kissed the left side of my face and whispered, "You did it, Cazh! We won!" Even though I could feel the tenderness of his lips, I continued to feel numb from the chill that was creeping into my body.

...What? What the hell is going on?

"Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Ou ou ou!"

Chants from our house filled the whole pitch, which I was compelled to drown out as my ears rang in alarm. The background noise seems like words drowning in the waters while everything else fades away.

What the fuck? What just happened?

James' joyful grin eventually disappears as he casts a troubled gaze my way, focusing on my current behavior. I felt as though my entire body had frozen. I should have been so overjoyed that I could have jumped right at James at this point. The numbness is wearing on me, I can feel it. It sticks in me and wears down my skin, so I cannot dispose of it.

He attempted to stop the oncoming people from wishing to say 'Congratulation' by asking "Cazh...what is wrong?" Despite their confusion over the unexpected intervention, they continued to celebrate close to us. I take a startled look at him before turning to see what the fuck just occurred.

The only thing that seems to remain in my perception of reality, despite the fact that I am aware it is all an illusion, is the translucent snow of ashes that is falling all around us.

It seemed as though the awful truth of how the world would like me to perceive what was transpiring in front of my eyes was being covered up by the reality in which we were living.

Fuck.

. . .

FEW MINUTES BEFORE THE VICTORY

Sirius tried to contain his cheeky grin as he responded, "Oh come on Minnie! I was just hyping them!" Professor McGonagall cut off Sirius' commentary, "Sirius Black! Do your job properly!" "Bloody birds, hey, game up guys! If push comes to shove—" Of course, Sirius' commentary will be cut short to that by none other than Professor McGonagall.

When he was the one using foul language while doing his commentator duties during a close game—specifically, Gryffindor lagging behind Ravenclaw by only two points—nobody would believe him.

I can't help but feel anxious as though I'm waiting for anything other than watching out for the snitch. I was forced to engage James in lighthearted chat while we were still playing the game.

I teased him, saying, "Getting sluggish now, Jamesy," as it was allegedly his hit until it was stolen from him. Despite his apparent bitterness, he still manages to maintain his composure. I suppose that's one of the benefits of being a co-captain and having years of experience.

"Aren't you the one growing lethargic, Cazh?" he mocked back, alluding to the golden snitch that has not yet shown itself, "I'll steal double the amount." As I occasionally monitor him, my opponent is rather nervous around me, as if I would bite him if he turns around.