Amazons VS Marauders

Chapter 13: The Hippogriff

Hogwarts was slowly falling asleep. All the lower years were asleep, and the teachers were going to bed after a long night of corrections, exhausted. But the night was only beginning for the sixth and seventh years. They were all dressing up and talking excitedly about the night that was coming up. It was Sirius Black's birthday party, after all. And everyone knew it was the most demented night of the year.

Holland didn't like parties very much since that one, but she was still going. She had a reputation to hold. The "party-mean-girl" didn't show up for a while. The return would be tonight, Holland was determined about that.

"What are you going to wear Blair?" Holland asked, adjusting the thin line of eyeliner she was wearing.

"The red dress with the open back," she announced.

"Sexy," Holland approved.

Courtney got out of the bathroom, her heels in one hand. She was dressed in a black dress that was showing her curves in the most appropriate way, making it justice.

"Tonight I'm not taking care of anything," Holland announced. "I'm drinking, dancing and singing, and I don't want anyone in my way."

"That's my party girl!" Courtney whooped.

"You just gotta be careful to not drink too much," Blair added. "Your bitch side is even stronger when you're drunk."

Holland turned around and raised an eyebrow at her friend, her makeup perfectly applied.

"So what? I'm not scared of what I'll say," she said. "Theresa Greenburg will probably think she's the Queen tonight. She think that she just have to beat her eyelashes and everybody will do what she wants us too. Little Miss Perfection. But I heard that she wasn't Black's date."

"Really?", Blair asked, facing Holland.

"Yep."

"Who is it then?"

"Sofia Belcour."

"The French girl?"

Holland nodded.
"I don't like her," Courtney announced. "Perfect grades, perfect attendance, perfectly nice and always polite. No one is like this, she's just hiding her flaws so that people would like her. But what good is it for if people only like the fake version of you?"

Holland agreed, going back to her shoes. Even thought The Hippogriff was the one who had begun the bitching session, she couldn't help but feel anger rising inside her chest. Those girls were her sisters, and no one could say wrong things about them. But since Holland liked Courtney and Blair a lot, she just acted like she didn't care of Sofia Belcour. And also, if the Slytherins knew that she liked a Gryffindor, well, let's say the Amazons cover would fade away pretty quickly.

Fifteen minutes later, the three girls were leaving their dormitroy with their other Slytherins roommates. Holland's high heels were hurthing her feet a lot, but without them, her wouldn't be complete. And she was taller like this. You need to make sacrifices, sometines.

People might think that every parties at Hogwarts are the same thing, while it's really not. First point, it's not everyone who gets demented parties at their birthdays. Second point, it's not everyone who's popular enough to have people go to their party. And third point, it depends on the party theme. Since it was Black's birthday, The Marauders put some effort in the organisation of it.

And The Marauders knew how to have fun.

The room was bathed in black light, so people's outfits, wigs or pants was flashing. Because yes, to Holland's surprise, they succeeded in having paint that lights in black light. A few people were putting it on the students' faces or bodies at one place, while the others were dancing, flirting, or playing drinking games.

Holland looked at her two friends as they cheered. The party was already beaming, and they had just arrived.

A Ravenclaw boy came right in front of Holland with a paintbrush in his hand, covered in a silver paint. His face was painted in light orange, with silver and blue, and he smiled at the young girl, his teeth glowing in the light.

Holland nodded at him with a flirty smile, and pushed aside her dress' straps, so he would paint her collarbone. The boy's eyes almost popped out of his head, and she sent a dazzling smile to him. Blair and Courtney were also getting some paint on, Courtney on her cheek and Blair on her back.

When he was done, silver and blue flames were on her collarbone and her shoulders. She also had a flame beside her right eye. To thank the guy, she got on her pinky toes and kissed his cheek, before leaving him there, flurried.

After a few games of Firewhiskey-Pong, Holland left to go at the buffet, stumbling a little bit. She was quite hungry, and there was a full table with cupcakes. The Slytherin took two in her hands, and turned to face the room, so she would have a big look at the scene.

of sixth and seventh year were there, with a few fifth years. Half of the boys had their shirt off, with colorful symbols on their chest, while some girl had wigs and lipsticks that were flashing in bright, neon colors. Some of them were wearing short tops that looked like bras, but it wasn't indecent. Holland saw worst at parties. Most of them were dancing, but there was still people at the drinking games, like the Prewett twins and Theresa.

Holland took off her eyes of them to focus on the dance floor. Elizabeth had a light white skirt on, with a sleeveless top. She had flowers all over her arms, shoulders and she had one on her face. Her arms were around Remus' neck. As graceful as she looked, Lupin didn't look completely comfortable, jumping awkwardly with her, but he didn't seem to care. The alcohol was probably helping.

Blair was dancing with Regulus once again, and Courtney was with a Slytherin boy that she liked. Holland continued to scan the room, and her eyes fell on Sofia.

The Hippogriff couldn't help but be completely shocked. Sofia was indeed with Black, but instead of looking annoyed and exasperated, it was almost like she was having the time of her life. She had a bottle of Firewhiskey in her hand, and she was dancing with Sirius. Feeling Holland's eyes on her, Sofia turned around, and at her. Then she turned back to her date, who was half-wasted half-sober, and took off her red flanel. , the prude one, the shy one, the teacher's pet, the most serious Amazon, took off her shirt. She still had a short top under it, but still.

Then she picked a paintbrush and smiled at Sirius, a weird twinkle in her eyes. Holland was shaking her head. Even though she was drunk, she could see that the situation would explode. Maybe not that night, but it would explode. Theresa, with her impulsive personnality, wouldn't let Sofia date Sirius, and Sofia, stubborn like she was, wouldn't let Theresa tell her what to do. It was now a dangerous path for the Amazons.

Theresa loved Sirius already. With all her heart, every Amazon knew it. Sofia couldn't fall for him too. Yes, they were best friends. But boys can make you loose your head, and a fight between the Amazons was the last thing that Holland wanted.

And that's not the only reason. Sofia and Sirius were nothing alike. The Hippogriff could understand why it looked so attractive to Sofia's eyes: he was the bad boy, a party boy. But it was a one night story. There would be no tomorrows to a relation like that. Sirius would keep doing things that would annoy Sofia, and it would explode.

Holland turned back to Theresa, who was now at the bar. For a second, she thought that the blonde girl hadn't notice what was going on with the two of them, but when she turned around with two shooters, she drank both whitout a blink. Holland watched Theresa turning around a little bit, looking drop dead gorgeous in her blue dress, complex symbols drawn on her arms in pink paint, with hurt all over her eyes. Tears were in the blue of her eyes. She noticed her friend staring at her, and sent her a small smile, but it couldn't fool anyone; she was hurt.

"Eating alone, Cordero?"

Holland turned around, frightened, and found James Potter, a cupcake in his hand.

"You scared me, Potter," Holland announced.

"Own, I'm so sorry," James mocked, bringing a bottle to his lips.
His shirt was non-existent, and a Golden Snitch was drawn on his chest. His glasses were dangerously close to the edge of his nose, and his hair were leaving in every direction. He wasn't smelling really good either. Holland wouldn't call him charming.

"Why are you here?"

"I dunno, I thought I'd check on you," he spluttered drunkily.

Picking an other cupcake with yellow icing, Holland stared at him.

"Why would you check on me?"


"I may not like you, Cordero, but when someone gets almost rape under my eyes, I wanna be sure the person's okay."

Honest, rude and nice at the same time. Holland liked it.

"Well, thanks for your concern, Potty, but I'm fine. Absolutely, totally and utterly fine. The party girl is back, and do you know what I want to do?"

"What?"

"I want," Holland began. "To go out there," Holland pointed the drinking game station, "and have a competition of shooters with a great competitor. You in?"

James grinned wildly.

"When a pretty girl offers to enter a drinking competition, I say yes. Even if her name is Holland Cordero."

Holland grinned, and followed James in the crowd. They arrived at the bar, and James filled two glasses in a brown alcohol.

"The first person who finish to drink it wins," he announced.

"Okay, and the loser have to do what?"

"What do you mean?"

"The loser has to do something embarrassing," Holland explained. "It's way funnier."

"You know how to have fun," James grinned. "Okay, well the winner will choose what the loser have to do."

"Great," Holland approved. "Three, two, one..."

The two teenagers raised their drink and brought it to their mouths. They gulped the drink in unison, both of them too proud to let the other win. Holland could feel her throat burn, like she was drinking fire instead of alcohol, but the sensation was kind off pleasant.

At the second her drink was empty, Holland smashed it on the table, feeling dizzy and relaxed. But she soon realised that James' was already empty, and frowned. It was rare that she was beaten to that game.

"Seems like you lost," Potter smirked.

"Seems like I did," Holland announced, the words going out of her mouth with difficulty. "So, what do I need to do?"

"I want you to kiss three girls for at least three seconds."

"You're disgusting, Potter," Holland sighed, getting up.

"You're the one who proposed that the loser had to do something more," James grinned.

Holland turned her heels, and stumbled into the party. It wasn't such a big deal, to kiss three girls, but it would make Potter too happy to see he won, and Holland didn't want that. She had her pride.
After a few dances, Holland felt dizzy. She used to be good at drinking, but after staying sober for months, the amount of alcohol in her stomach was way too big.
Leaving the party and entering a restroom, Holland stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a total mess, her eyes were red, her makeup was making her look like a raccoon and her face was quite white. The alcohol that Potter served was probably a strong one.

Someone else entered the room, and Holland turned around. Theresa entered the room, her eyes a little bit red.

Holland arched an interrogative eyebrow.

"What's going on?"

Holland was drunk, but she still had the control of her mind. And it was clear that her friend needed her. Only to see her friend like this, it was like somebody threw a bucket of water at Holland; she was feeling more sober already.

"Nothing," Theresa quickly muttered.

"Tess, I know when something is wrong. I know you for a long time now, and you're like my sister. And my little finger tells me that it has something to do with a jerk named Sirius Black."

"Why?", Theresa snapped, joining Holland. "I don't give a fuck about him. He can come with who he wants and do what he wants. It's not like I have feelings for him."

No. Of course not, Theresa. You're right.

"When you'll be ready to see the truth and to admit, I'll be there," Holland promised.
"Will you stop? I don't have feelings for him! It was only for sex! He can kiss Sofia as much as he want, I. Don't. Fucking. Care!"

Theresa stormed out off the room. Holland would have been angry usually, but not in this situation.

Theresa was heartbroken without even admitting her feelings.

Holland didn't even want to know how she was feeling, since Theresa can't even hate the girl Sirius like.

The only thing that Theresa could do was to suffer in silence, slowly dying inside everytime her best friend and the boy she liked- no, loved- were together.