Calamity (Theodore Nott + Cedric Diggory)

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SIX
LORELEI ALEXIS SPEARS

The next classes of the day went as usual for how things were.

I ignored Colby. Colby incessantly tried to talk to me, but I was ultimately stopped by the large gap I created between him and I. I would turn away from him, stare straight past him, or pretend I was doing something else. Like burying my nose into a new interesting book, or taking notes for a class in which I was already excelling at.

That night, I laid in my bed, staring up at the ceiling of Luna and I’s dorm. This was the closest to home I could get. There was something about the atmosphere that made me calm.

I remembered being down in the Slytherin dorms just yesterday.

Unlike the Slytherin dorms and common room, the Ravenclaw’s were not cold nor hot. It was the perfect temperature, and it always seemed like a warm, gentle breeze would be blowing past, and through the tower.

Crests of dark blue, and bronze streamed from the ceiling, representing our house colors in a lavish way. In the middle of the room was a statue of Rowena Ravenclaw, made out of some sort of white stone. Like every other common room, ours also had a fireplace. Though it burned brightly, it never emitted any heat (thanks to magic.)

The room had a balcony that overlooked the first floor of the common room. All along the walls were rows and rows of large, luxurious windows made from a bronze frame, while it allowed the natural light to peer through, casting a golden glow amongst the room.

I’d have to say the chandelier was one of my favorites. Something about its crystal-like appearance made it stand out to me in the most peculiar way possible. It was beautiful.

Tables were placed in sections throughout the circular and open common room. Chairs with blue cushion seats offered a comfortable place to sit for the long hours most of us would spend studying.

The dorms were decorated in a similar manner. Besides the fact that each dorm provided a sense of personality to its owner. Just like mine and Luna’s.

It was late at night, and I could hear Luna’s breathing slow into a more peaceful pattern, letting me know that she was indeed fast asleep. I turned my head and looked over at her, just for a moment, making sure she was asleep.

I got up from my bed, grabbed my bag off my post, and headed towards the door, quietly so as to not wake Luna up. I found she was a light sleeper, and could be awakened by even the slightest of noises.

When I turned the handle and pulled the door open, I sighed a quick sigh of relief, as Luna had not awoken. I think I was too paranoid. Why was I so scared for Luna to see me sneaking out?

I didn’t dwell on it, because the next moment I found myself out of my dorm, walking past the common room and into the hall.

It was already late past curfew. I rarely found myself ever out past curfew, unless it was an accident. I found the prefects didn’t wander around the halls late at night anyway.

Tiptoeing down the hallway, I turned into the library, opening the door slightly just enough so I could slip in.

I always liked coming here when no one else was around. I would read in the back corner of the library, with nothing but a lantern for light, and the moon shining through the large window at the other side of the room.

I ran my hand along the old books that sat upon the old shelves that stretched up far above my head for what seemed like miles. My hand stopped, and I remembered what I had discovered in Colby's dorm just the other day. It was still in my bag.

Plopping down in my usual corner of the library after curfew didn’t feel right tonight. I tried to shake off the feeling as I lit the lantern beside the table where I was seated. Usually, I wouldn’t be here alone. I would be with Colby.

He wasn’t here right now. And he wouldn’t be here.

“Who's there?!” The voice of an old man, who could only be recognized as Filch, echoed throughout the halls of the Library.

I froze.

“Goddamnit.” A voice muttered.

Someone else was in the library? But who?

“Mr. Nott! Detention for being out past curfew!”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. ‘I’m not supposed to be up here’ and all that shit.” Theodore spat out mocking the teacher in that same voice. Mudblood. I swear I could hear the eye roll. I'd never heard anyone swear in front of a teacher before.

I quickly blew out the light from the lantern, and headed out of the library cautiously, as if to not draw attention to myself.

I couldn’t help but wonder what Theodore was doing up so late, and in the library of all places. After all, it didn’t seem like a place he would be. He must’ve been up to something. After all, he does get up to quite a number of troublesome activities.

Looking back at the dimly lit room of the library I stepped foot out into the hall and immediately ran into something.

I jumped.

In front of me, standing right in front of the doors was Nott. Theodore Nott. Oh great. This is just what I needed to top off the perfect night.

He was just standing there, one hand shoved in his pocket, and the other holding a cigarette up to his lips. I struggled not to cough as I inhaled the intoxicating smoke.

“Great place to stand.” I commented dryly, keeping my voice at a small whisper.

“What were you doing in there? Isn’t it past your bedtime?” He added teasingly, ignoring my comment. It obviously didn't bother him in the slightest.

“Can you not smoke here?” I said rudely. But I figured he didn’t deserve any respect from me, since he never gave me an ounce of his.

His expression didn’t change from the cold, dark one he was wearing when I had first bumped into him.

“I asked you a question first. Answer it.” He looked down at me.

I hated how he looked down on me. Literally looked down on me. I looked back up at him, returning the same expression. I scrunched up my nose and glared at him. I didn’t really have a reason for being there, and it’s not like it was a hard question to answer. But it was Nott, and I'd hate myself if I didn’t make things as difficult as possible for him.

He blew smoke from his mouth, and it almost sent me into a fit of intense coughing. Only one abrupt one left my throat.

He smirked.

“What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little smoke?” His tone one of  superiority.

“Goodnight.” I spat at him, and walked past him, heading down the hall back toward the Ravenclaw common room.

I hadn’t forgotten about his and Mattheo’s little comments just earlier today.

I didn't want or need this conversation. Especially right now.

“Spears.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“Nott.”