Aymee Parker B2 - The Cursed Mark

Chapter 16 : "You're cursed!?"

Aymee had to plug her ears to prevent her eardrums from bursing. Following a bad maneuver when changing her clothe, the girls had quickly noticed the Mark of the Loser adorning her right hand. Rosalie was in tears and Émilie was hyper-ventilating.

"Not you! How did you get it!?"

"Who jumped on you?"

"You can press charges for assault, if you want."

Aymee cast a curious look at Megan, who shrugged. She looked rather unconcerned.

"What? A hug is an intimate act. It counts in touching. Especially if it's a guy."

"But Poole didn't jump on me. Quite the opposite," Aymee added, thinking it over.

"You hugged Poole!?" exclaimed Penelope in horror.

"Who cares about that!" shouted Astou. "You're cursed!"

"I'm not cursed."

"B-But there are plenty of accidents that m-might... you, right?" Émilie wondered. "You could die!"

With that mindset, you could say that I've been cursed since birth... thought Aymee, sliding her eyes towards the walls. She shook herself.

"Don't worry! I'm lucky! And if scrubbing the floor is the worst that awaits me, I'm good!"

Aymee was wrong. As the days passed, more and more incidents incured. Another small problem: they were all getting more and more serious. Once, it was a botanical knife that almost pierced her foot when it fell. Another day, it was Mrs Norris who jumped in her face and nearly scratched her eye out. Another time, as she was walking up the stairs with the Ravenclaw girls, the stairs had suddenly decided to change direction. Because of the sudden jolt, Aymee had gone over the railing and barely had time to catch herself. Yet another day, a mixture from potions class exploded in her face and a strand of her hair caught fire.

While she was alone in a corridor, the joint of an armor broke and Aymee barely had time to draw her own sword to parry the fatal blow. Unfortunately, that didn't prevent the tip of the blade from cutting into her forearm. Aymee grimaced.

The young half-blood tore a piece of her uniform to quickly bandage the wound. She glanced critically at the blade of the sword.

The cut isn't too bad, but... The blade is old. Mmh. Better go see Pomfrey than get tetanus.

Aymee quietly set off for the infirmary. It was going to be her third time there this week. The nurse might start ordering her to stay in bed to avoid bad luck...

Aymee rounded the corner of a hallway. The sound of running footsteps made her turn her head. Hepzibah Smith didn't have time to slow down and rushed into her.

"Ah!"

The two girls flew to the ground, one on top of the other. Hepzibah rubbed her head.

"Parker? What are you doing there?" growled the giantess.

That's more for me to ask...

"I was going to the infirmary," she replied, pointing to her bandaged forearm.

It also happened to be the arm of the hand bearing the Mark. Hepzibah did not fail to notice it.

"Why don't you pass it on to someone?"

Aymee shrugged casually.

"Don't want to."

Hepzibah frowned and looked like someone who couldn't believe her ears. Aymee felt like she said big bullshit from her expression.