𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐑.𝐖 ✔︎

𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞

Jennifer was looking at me again, with the exact same unsettling and confused look that she has been looking at me with since got on Hogwarts express. "What is wrong with you?"

"Your not worried about the boys?" She hummed in a unbelievable tone, like that's really not what's bothering her. My dark eyes lowered in on hers and she shrugs.

But due to the fact that I actually had been worried, I decided not to pick at the subject. Neither of the three boys sat with us on the ride back to Hogwarts which was unusual. They always sat with us, they always sat with me on every single express ride.

"Where's Blaise?" I wondered,

"I haven't heard from him today," Jennifer speaks in a defeated voice. "Yesterday he said that him and Theodore were traveling together,
does Zack know about their whereabouts?"

Looking down the table, my cousin was sat entertaining Pansy Parkinson and any other girl without common sense. He's yet to be sorted but Slytherin's have already token him
in as his own and no outsiders have said much
about it -- I sense it's because they know him. He's bound to be a Slytherin, just like me.

"I really doubt, you heard him pestering me about them the entire ride. Even if he did, right
now isn't the right moment to question him, he's to big headed." I rolled my eyes at Zack.

She hums, "Let's hope their not hurt."

I was concerned for my friends of course, though I knew there was nothing to do to help them out anyway because they won't tell me what's happening right now. When I asked Jennifer on the train if she knew anything she just shrugged her shoulder and gave me some half ass nonchalant answer.

"Your right, I know you'll have a extremely hard time shagging Blaise in someone's bed if his face is all messed up--"

"I'd shag Blaise if his face was messed up," Jennifer's defensive town makes me slightly frown -- she knows that I'm just a sarcastic person and I don't mean half of the stuff that I'm saying when being mean.

My eyes fall down the small bowl of soup in front of me. I picked up a spoon full of it,
before turning the metal and allowing it to drip down back into the bowl. Why was she acting so nasty towards me? "I'm just joking around."

"Sorry." Jennifer deeply sighed immediately,
looking at her from the corner of my eyes she was still looking at me with confusion. "I guess I'm just really annoyed with the fact that their not here right now.. your a prefect, can't you go looking around for them?"

"Oh yeah, I can." Perhaps finding the boys would break this awkward overly tension that me and Jennifer have. For the past few years that we've been friends she's never acted this way too me, hopefully whatever bit her in the
ass will go away by the time that I return.

I grabbed an bread roll and fisted it in my hands, while standing up to my feet I finally allow my eyes to glance over to the Gryffindor table for the first time. Anticipation about seeing Ron filled my body the entire way here, and it kept my feel bouncing up and down.

My stomach immediately fluttered when I make eye contact with Ron. Harry seemed to be talking to him (no doubt about the boys absences) taking a glance at our table every other word. But Ron was looking straight at me with no sort of shame in his face.

Harry notices his lack of interest in their conversation and looks in my direction also.
Taking a bite of my bread, I force myself to look away from Ron. Awkwardly clearing my throat, I walked out of the crowded great hall.

I decided on walking to the entrance of the castle first to search for the boys, thinking that perhaps they might've got caught up boarding off of the express earlier today. But that still doesn't explain why they didn't sit with us on the express or no where to be found.