Hogwarts is my Home

Chapter 47: Hogsmeade (PA CH8)

Defence Against the Dark Arts had become everyone's favourite class, at least everyone I talked to. I felt pride in my heart for Lupin, who I became increasingly convinced was my father with every passing day. I wish I could remember what made me believe this so strongly, but I don't.

It was shortly the final days of September, meaning Quidditch practise would start next week and I had to officially resign from the team. The only was that Oliver must have known I didn't want to play anymore and was avoiding me. 

Dreadfully, I knew the person I had to ask to help me talk to him, and he could always seem to be found- specifically in the library in the same aisle.

I cleared my throat as I stood over him and Penelope. 

"What?" he asked dimly.

"I needed to ask you something."

Percy shut his book, but still marked the page with his finger. "I'm listening."

"I want to quit the Quidditch team, but I can never find Oliver, even at mealtimes. You're his roommate, and for some reason his friend. Do you think you can help me find him?"

"No! You're the best Chaser on the team, you can't quit."

"It'll get in the way of my Prefect duties."

"Which are?" he questioned, tilting his head.

"Well..." I merely chuckled, hoping that would help my case. It didn't.

"I'm too busy being Head Boy. Goodbye, Antonia."

I groaned and stormed off feeling defeated. 

Rian found me shortly after. "Hey, there you are! Do you want to take a walk to the lake with me? It's beautiful outside."

"Sure, but I have to find Oliver Wood."

"I'll help you."

"Never mind, it's not your problem to fix. Let's just walk down to the lake."

When we reached the grounds, though, I saw Oliver with a few of his friends. 

I walked up to them and stood patiently beside Oliver until one of the guys stopped talking and noticed me.

"Can I talk to you?" I asked Oliver.

"What?" he asked hotly.

"I'm quitting the team."

"Okay."

I walked back to Rian. "That was easy."

"You want to go to the lake now?"

"Of course I do." So I linked our arms and we marched our way towards the water. "I have to tell you something, but you can't freak out."

"What?"

I sighed. "Harry and I kissed."

"Oh, my god!" she gushed.

On Friday, October 30, the common room was echoed with the conversations of people who were talking excitedly about the visit to Hogsmeade tomorrow, but I was the only one who didn't want to go. 

The only thing Spencer talked about since her first year was going to the village. She was obsessed with little communities, where you have everything you could ever need or want. She wanted to own her own shop- though she didn't know what she would sell- and make friends with all her patrons. 

It's funny how when someone dies their dreams become yours. It's kind of sad how I would give up on becoming a professor here if someone just simply said I could have their shop in Hogsmeade. I wanted to because Spencer couldn't.