THEIR N.E.W.T CLASSES were becoming so difficult that on Monday everybody but Dris returned to the dormitory during lunch break to rest for a moment, even if only twenty minutes, on their beds.
The four classes he had in the morning left Reece to fall right onto the mattress like a plank, his face pressing straight into the pillow as he threatened to fall right back asleep even though it was only noon. When he actually did nearly doze off, sinking down into sleep, he sat up quickly to keep himself awake.
"Reece?" He only gave a distracted hum to acknowledge that he was listening, though he wasn't really properly listening – wasn't, because then Alex continued with, "Is your sister on birth control?" and he instantly was.
"What? I – I don't know," he said, then shrugged and reiterated, "She took it when she was fourteen for her acne but she doesn't have any acne now so I don't know."
Alex leant back. "Right," he said with a satisfied smirk growing on his lips, "for her acne."¨
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Connor gave a short laugh, glancing at him with an incredulous expression. "Everybody knows only slags take birth control."
Anger awoke inside him once again like a beast rearing its ugly head and all it wanted was to strike. "Don't call my sister a slag," he snapped. "Don't call anyone a slag. Call yourself a slag; you're the one with the list of people you want to fuck."
His expression only became more bemused. "I'm a bloke, mate, in case you weren't aware." He was well aware but his question about how that was supposed to be relevant was answered before he could ask it. "Blokes can't be slags."
"Yes, they can."
"No." Connor turned away from him before he had the chance to fire back another yes, they can, and said "Ben, give me your dictionary," which Benjy managed to throw it across the aisle between their beds so that Connor caught it. Opening it in his lap, he skimmed through until he found the right word where he said, "Ah!" and then read out loud, "a sexually promiscuous woman or a woman who behaves or dresses in an overtly sexual way." Shutting the dictionary he looked at Reece with an expression of triumph. "See, woman, mate, woman. You can't fight the dictionary definition."
"And besides," said Alex from where he had lied back on his bed and started flipping through a magazine called Contemporary Charms, "birth control or not, everybody knows your sister is like a natural-born slag. Dylan said she's probably the best he's had and that was her first time when most girls really don't know what they're doing so obviously she's just built with the purpose of being a slag, she's filthy."
"What the fuck does Dylan know?"
"Well a lot more than the rest of us considering they've had sex," he said, either completely naïve to the dragon that was currently setting fire to Reece's insides or just disinterested and unintimidated by it because he continued to read his magazine.
"No," Reece contradicted even though he knew that Alex was probably right, "They've never gone out."
"That's true because he ditched her right after the sex."
The bell rang, altering them to get to their afternoon classes, robbing Reece of the opportunity to reply since he was the only one of them who took Ancient Studies. Once he reached the class and sat down beside Dris, he barely heard Professor Manfrin explain about the magical practices of Strait Islander peoples.
The anger inside him had taken a form of its own, an entity that existed within him but distinct from his own soul and being, or maybe Reece just wanted to make it feel that way because then he would carry less responsibility for the thoughts that ran through his head.
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Human Design | Sirius Black
Fanfiction| Human Design | | OC x Sirius Black | | Maurades Era | | Harry Potter fan fic | In his final year at Hogwarts, Reece Cooper had two things he wanted to focus on: Quidditch and his schoolwork. He didn't have time for anything else, that was until Si...
