The Founder's Missing Piece

Chapter 18: Let me Try Something

Cécile's POV

It had been a few weeks since the first task, and the date of the yule ball was coming up fast. I had been spending a lot more time with Cedric and he was a lot of fun to be around. I didn't hang out with the twins very much anymore, but we still talked occasionally. It was just too painful to spend as much time with them as I used to. The less I was around them, the easier it would be to move on.

I was currently lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to find motivation to get out of bed. I had to be at Ancient Runes in half an hour and was struggling to find the energy to get myself up. Cedric and I had been in the common room until 2AM trying to figure out the egg for the second task.

We hadn't opened the egg obviously; I mean, everyone was sleeping, so that would just be a dick move, but we were trying to think of a way to decipher the squealing. We knew the squealing was definitely not the clue; we just had to find a way to make the squealing understandable. Which then lead us on a trail of thought that maybe the egg was in a different language, so we had spent all night trying to look up different things that communicate by squealing. We hadn't actually found anything, but I had a feeling we were close.

I finally dragged myself out of bed 15 minutes later, grabbing some clothes. I grabbed a pair of black leggings first, sliding them up my legs. I also grabbed a white top that had only one sleeve.  It was a crop top with some little, red designs on it. I finished the outfit off with a pair of brown, suede boots that had heels and some fur. The inside was also lined with fur. I had decided to give up on the dress code after the outburst I had in Flitwick's class. I had made some good points, and now I was standing up for what I believed in. I still wore my robe and tie, but wore whatever I wanted underneath. Although I didn't wear anything slutty. Everyone at this school had enough stuff to judge me about already. 

While Fred had forgiven me, most of the school either didn't know he did, still hated my guts, or both. I had given up on trying to talk to all my friends now because they just glared at me, said something rude, and then walked off. The other day in Herbology, I had asked Ron to pass me something and he had said something along the lines of telling me to ask George because George was the only one who cared enough about me to do so. 

I quickly brushed my teeth, grabbing my robe and tie on my way out the door and putting them on as I ran down the hallway and up the three flights of stairs to the third floor. I walked in just as the bell rang and sat down in the seat closest to me. The seat closest to me that just so happened to be beside Leslie. Awesome...

"Well aren't you looking slutty today," she greeted, "who else's brother are you fucking?"

I ignored her, trying to tune her out and listen to the lesson. She was having none of it, "or did you fuck someone's brother already today? Is that why you were late?"

"Do you mind?" I asked her, "I'm trying to pay attention to the lesson."

"Maybe you kept it in the family. Did you screw another Weasley this morning? I bet it was Ron."

"Ron hates me as much as everyone else does," I told her simply.

"Or one of Fred's older brothers maybe? I'm sure Percy doesn't get much action. I don't think he'd be picky about people he has sex with."

"I know nothing about Percy's sex life, Leslie," I told her, "why don't you ask him? He's in your house."

"Or maybe it was their brother Charlie? I know he's here for the tournament," she continued.

"I've never even talked to him. You seem to be running out of Weasleys. Maybe try something that makes sense next time."

"Well there's no way it's George you're fucking," she said, "you would be bored with him by now."