The Wild Side

2. Fulfilling the clichés

A/N: This chapter isn’t really…good. It’s more an information filler if anything. So, *awkward shuffling*, hopefully some action will begin soon.

I escaped from potions with a stack of homework larger than the Statue of Liberty. Which is a pretty massive stack of homework for only one lesson. Then, Professor Flitwick decided that it would be a marvellous idea for us to research on the history of charms. What the hell is the history of charms!? What does he expect us to write?!

Because from me he’s getting absolute rubbish.

“Oi, Maladie!” I turned around to see Electra pushing her way through the crowds of people. “Are you deaf? Because I have been shouting your name, and…” She paused, “Woah. That sounded wrong.” I raised my eyebrows, “Right, uh, hang on…nope; I’ve lost that train of thought.”

I sighed at my friend as she caught up to me. Ignoring the glares people gave us as we pushed our way through the plethora of Hogwarts students; we made it to the Great Hall.

The tables were lined lavishly with food, the product of the Houselves work. My stomach rumbled and I forgot all about the ‘cruelty’ this food cost.

We both grabbed a plate and filled it, then we walked through the court yard to our spot under the tree near the lake.

Ahh, shade.

Already sitting under there was Sequin, looking up into the tree with a childish wounder glazing her eyes.

“Did Luna tell you about the Nargels again?” I asked my sister, her dyed pink hair shining ever so slightly in the early afternoon sun.

“No.” She replied, still staring up into the tree, “I think I see Electra’s badge.”

Electra’s hand flew to her school tie, searching for the badge she was missing.

“Damn,” She cried, moving to also look up at the tree, “Now I have to go up there again.” I looked at her with heavily sceptical eyes.

“You do realise you’re a witch right? You can to magic.” The welcoming dawn of comprehension lit up her face.

“Accio!” Her badge came flying to her, where it landed neatly in her palm. Then she turned to me, her eyes critical. “It’s your fault.”

“What?” I answered her, “What did I do wrong?” I asked her, knowing full well that she was referring to the ‘tree incident’ from this morning. She sighed impatiently, sitting down next to Sequin.

“You shouldn’t have stolen my breakfast, I was hungry.” I rolled my eyes, smiling at the implication of her words.

“It’s not like I purposely put it in the tree, it kinda just…landed there.” This statement earned me a drumstick in the face.

“In the tree! I had to go in the stupid, bloody tree!” She frowned at me, her anger evident in her eyes.

“At least you didn’t land in the stupid, bloody stair!” I retorted.

“Seriously?” She asked me, “Again?”

“Shut up.” I told her, stuffing my mouth with food, signalling the end of the conversation.

We sat, silently munching on food and contemplating our day. Not in awkward silence exactly, more of a ‘we’ve been friends for too long and have nothing to talk about and this food is too good’ type of silence.

Cause the food was pretty good.

And we didn’t have anything to talk about, really.

Except for Sequin, Queen of random, who always had some philosophy or story to share.