The Birds and the Bears - Harry Potter Fanfic.

Chapter Thirteen, Postulations and Passion.

Chapter Thirteen, Postulations and Passion.

Teddy's P.O.V.

The meeting that Vic and I coerced McGonnagal into was less than satisfactory. Dear old Miny wouldn't even tell us what she had guessed about the blue gunk she had had us shoveling up. After we were politely but firmly ejected from the Headmistress's office Vic and I parted, me for the Quidditch Pitch were I was meeting Will, and Vic for who knows where, but probably the library. 

The pitch was misty in the early spring evening. With all the N.E.W.T. studying, and getting together with Vic, Will and I haven't had much time to just be mates of late. We arranged to meet down here so we could fly a bit, do something other than review potions ingredients and argue at quidditch practice. "Wotcher, Will." I call out as I spot him bobbing high above the stands on his Platinum Arrow. "Alright?" He greets, and I nod. After jumping on my broom, an old model Firebolt that Harry hand-me-downed to me, we fly about a bit. Our speed is quite evenly matched, Will is a bit lighter than me and thus his slightly slower broom travels at the same speed as mine while we race. 

The exhilaration of flight, the glory of the setting sun, and the happiness of the moment overtakes us. We prat about, knocking shoulders and grabbing onto each other's broom tails before picking a couple of seats on benches high in the stands and sitting down to face the lake. "I shagged Mary-Anne Millgrave." Will's statement is out of the blue, but not quite so surprising as he might have expected. I punch him in the shoulder and grin, "So you finally told her then." I am referring to Will's convoluted dance around Mary-Anne that lasted for months. He'd get pissed on Firewhiskey, snog her, then deny everything in the morning for fear that she didn't reciprocate his feelings. I think Vic might have had something to do with Will's stepping up. "It was brilliant. She did this thing with her-" his is about to continue when I cut him off. "Did you see that?"

We have been looking out at the lake during our conversation, and I could have sworn I saw something vast moving underneath the glassy surface. I exclaim and point to the dark water,"There it is again!" We both see it this time. Something huge, dark and long undulated beneath the surface before descending once more into the icy depths. "Blimey..." Will's voice comes out hoarse. "What in the name of Merlin was that thing?" I ask. Will responds with another question, "D'you reckon it was the giant squid?" We are staring entranced at the now gently rippling water so far below. The only reason we were able to spot what we did was because the quidditch pitch is far out of the sphere of the castles light, and like a darkened window from there you wouldn't be able to see anything. "I was so big..." I am feeling inexplicably chilled. Will gives a nervous laugh before saying, "Maybe the squid had a bit of a growth spurt." He grips my shoulder hard and adds, "Lets nip down to the kitchens and nick some grub. My stomach is eating my backbone."

As we tromp up to the castle, our brooms over our shoulders, I feel a creeping sense of worry steal over my thoughts. I think of how I am going to tell Vic, and wonder what she will guess about the nature of the mystery in the lake. Will seems unperturbed, his rapidly approaching next meal eclipsing any of his possible curiosity over what we saw. I can't help but be a little annoyed with his passiveness. Will has never been one to question. He accepts things at face value, and doesn't take much time to ponder intricacies. 

My worries consume me, and I do not herald the solicitous generosity of the House Elves with the same eagerness as is habitual. "Is Master Lupin unhappy with his pudding? Pim can makes him a second." I look down surprised at the desert that I have clearly been ignoring. "No Pim this is grand. I am just stuffed from your excellent dinner." Pim's tiny chest puffs out in pleasure and the compliment. "We all works hard here, Master Lupin. We is pleased to do it." I make it a point to exclaim at the excellent quality of the pudding as I force myself to eat the whole bowl.