Aymee Parker B2 - The Cursed Mark

Chapter 11 : Announcing competition

The next day, Aymee hastily fled from the dormitory before the girls woke up. Then, whether during lessons or meals, there was some tension in the air, as if all the girls were apprehending all that was going to happen. However, none seemed to want to talk about it in greater detail.

After the history lesson, Aymee pretended to have forgotten her manual in the dorm to escape the painful atmosphere. She looked for a distraction, something to change her mind. To think she had just promised Kosta that she would be happy, it was off to a bad start.

In the end, it was the distraction that hit her. They both fell on their butt. Aymee rubbed her head before realizing it was Vincent Poole.

"Hey!" she greeted him with a big smile.

"Hey?"

He seemed to be wondering what was she doing there. Aymee did not let his negativity break her will for positivity. She had promised Kosta she would be happy and that she would not drop out of school. Poole had become her enemy to beat and she would not let his grumpy side discourage her. Never! Whether he liked it or not, they were now adversaries!

Plus, Treeponent needs some vacations... nodded Aymee, lost in thought.

"What do you want?" repeated Poole, getting up.

Aymee jumped on her feet and landed, putting her fists on her hips.

"I'm here to tell you that I'm in the race again!"

"What?" he narrowed his eyes.

"Yes! I was afraid of not being able to for a few days because of this damn weasel, but it's okay! I can!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh nothing," said Aymee, chasing his question out of the hand. "It was just a girl who— in short, it's not interesting. So! Let's focus! We just had our results in Potion! I had an E! And you?"

Poole stared at her without saying anything. Aymee found his expression slightly insulting. Why was he staring at her like she was crazy? The boy shook his head.

"E," he blew."Now—"

Aymee interrupted him by clapping her hands. She was hopping on the spot and couldn't stop smiling. Yes, she missed the competition a lot. It was definitely her motor.

"Oh! Same! Such an exciting start! The next assignment we'll have is in Charms! We'll see if we are also tied at that time!

"Right," he confirmed with a jaded air. "Now, excuse me, but I—"

Poole was interrupted for the second time, but not by Aymee. They both turned to the girl who had screamed across the hall. It was a brown, bush-haired Slytherin with a face covered by dark heads. She had just narrowly avoided an armor that had fallen from the ceiling. Her friend, another Slytherin with long braids, held her shoulders.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt!?"

"My my my hand!" she stuttered in horror. "My hand!"

Her friend took her hand to see if she was injured. She frowned, then yelped in terror. The braided girl jumped back as if it were contagious.

"Ah! But how did you get that!?"

"I don't know! I just saw it!"

Aymee finally saw what they were talking about. In black ink like a tattoo, Aymee recognized the Mark of the loser on her right hand. With her dark skin, it was not easy to spot on her.

"The infirmary! You have to go to the infirmary!"

The braided one pushed her friend up the stairs. The two girls disappeared from Aymee's field of vision. The latter turned to Poole, who was the only other witness of the scene.