Calamity (Theodore Nott + Cedric Diggory)

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER TWELVE
COLBY LESTRANGE

Nott was mad. Rory was scared. Me? I don’t know what I was. Unsure? Confused? Concerned? All three?

All I knew is that I couldn’t stand to see Rory like that. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so scared. She was my best friend, and it hurt to see her smile fade into an expression of suppressed pain.

She flinched when the glass shattered on the other side of the door. I could hear the impact, how it clinked and scattered across the floor into what sounded like a million different pieces. I could see the quick flash of panic behind her eyes, as if she wanted to shield herself and hide away from the rest of the world.

I could see the way her once loose and relaxed posture became tense, and forced. Like she was holding herself in place, trying to keep herself from taking off as fast as her delicate feet could take her. Away from this. Away from what reminded her of some sort of pain she went through at some point in her life.

I wasn’t an idiot. I knew she was hiding something from me. I didn’t ask too much, or pry on the subject too much. I didn’t want to intrude, and besides, it's none of my business. If she wanted to tell me, she would, and I respected her for that. More than she could ever possibly imagine. For no one knew what I could never admit.

I waited quietly outside my dorm, as the fight between Nott and his side piece, Parkinson came to an abrupt end by her cussing him out and then running out of the room.

I couldn’t decide if I hated myself for what I did next or not. I never wanted to think that anyone, even Nott could inflict physical harm upon another person. I never wanted to see it happening, I never wanted to even hear of it happening.

Pansy ran out, slamming the door behind her before storming into the hallway where I stood. I already knew where this interaction was going to go, but I couldn’t help myself.

I gently grabbed her arm, “Are you alright?” I asked softly.

In no way did I like Pansy Parkinson. She was stuck up, rude, and she couldn’t keep her mouth shut when it came to saying nasty things about Rory. I didn't like her, and she didn't like me. But I would kick myself if I didn't make sure she was alright.

“Why do you care, LeStrange?” She snapped at me, flicking her short shoulder length black hair back and out of her face, revealing baby blue eyes that showed nothing but spite in the murky waters of her irises.

“Just shut up for a second–” I snapped back at her, but my grip on her arm stayed gentle “did he–?”

“I don’t need you to check up on me. Stick to that little bitch mud-blood you keep around.” She harshly tore her arm away from me.

I was hoping I could get my answers from her, just for the fact that I wouldn't have to deal with Nott later on. I wished I could just walk away, but I told Rory I would make sure everythings alright, and I couldn't leave without getting that conformation.

I watched as Pansy stormed down the hall and out of the dormitories. Her fists clenched tighter than before, and her head held high.

Something about it reminded me of the girl that ran away from me just a few days ago, because I made the biggest mistake of my life. I knew Rory forgave me, but I can't help but feel like shit. I was angry, and my ability to keep my cool faltered only for a split second just enough to say those words that nearly destroyed my life. I don't know what I would do without that girl.