The Marauders Next Gen - yr 2

Chapter 4

The rest of the train ride was normal, they just talked and occasionally ate.

Hogwarts looked as amazing as ever. They made their way into the great hall and than to their house tables. They usually sat at each other's tables, but it being a sorting they weren't allowed.

The sorting was normal, both Oliver and Shelby had brothers this year. Samual or Sam Lupin, Shelby's little brother had of course been sorted into hufflepuff. And Mark Wood, Oliver's brother had also been sorted into Gryffindor .

After devouring a delicious feast the girls met up in the hufflepuff common room, so they could properly welcome Sam. Which in Stella's case, meant summoning yellow and black streamers and throwing them at him.

"Hey you guys shouldn't be up here." A little first year squeaked at them as they climbed into the dorm, but one look (glare) from Stella shut him up.
"Hey guys." Sam said as he shoved his trunk under his bed.
"What up little bro." Stella says, casually leaning on his bed but missing and landing with a thud onto his bed. This cracked about everyone in the dorm up.
"He Sammy." Shelby said as she tried and failed to hide her laugh.
"I told you, you can't call me that anymore." Sam said as he helped Stella out of the twisting bed sheets.
The rest of the night went by like a breeze. They hung out with Sam for a while, than retired to the Slytherin dorms for a small game of truth or dare with Dean.

*

"So Quidditch starts up in a week." Oliver says, while sitting down with the girls at the Gryffindor table the next morning.
"Yeah and school starts up tomorrow." Dean says rolling his eyes, clearly not looking forward to this year.
"We're gonna make it onto the teams this year, aren't we Stel." Shelby decides. Stella nods her head enthusiastically as she shovels more eggs in to her already over flowing mouth.
"Geez, didn't your parents feed you over break." A small voice belonging to Mark Wood says from a few people down.
The tension between the group could easily be cut with a knife, as Stella's face switches between broken and violent.
"Shut up Mark." Oliver says as he glares at his little brother.
"No it's all right he didn't know." Stella mumbles, her voice breaking. But still she hops up and stumbles out of the hall, in an almost drunken manner.

Before any of the girls can even react to her leaving McGonagall is pushing her way out of the great hall.
"That can't be  good." Emily says, putting her book in her bag and pulling Shelby out the doors. The girls followed McGonagall all they say up to the library, were they hid behind a book case and listened in on the conversation happening a few feet away.

"Miss Black, is everything all right?" McGonagall says in a hushed and rather comforting tone.
"Oh yes, everything's fine. Just a little stressed about the Quiddich tryouts." Stella answers not sounding at all convincing.
"Well on that case, I have some news for you," The professor answers returning to her usual strict voice. "You shall not be going to classes on Monday, instead you shall go to Proffer SlugHorns office and he shall floo you back to London, were a...". The rest of the conversation was cut off as Peeves the ghost comes roaring through the library, knocking books from shelves and shelves from the floor.
"Maybe we should finish this conversation in my office," McGonagall mutters glaring at the ghost who was now tearing pages from dusty old books. With a swish of her wand everything was restored and Peeves was flying out of the room screaming with rage about how unfair something or other.
Shelby and Emily looked at each other than retreated back to the Gryffindor common room.
*
Stella must have gone straight to bed without saying goodnight, because the girls couldn't find her anywhere.
It wasn't until breakfast that she appeared again, but something was up, instead of joining them at the hufflepuff table (like they did every Sunday) she went over to the slytherin table without even glancing their direction.
"Hey what's up with Stella." Ella asked as she slapped jam onto another golden piece of toast.
"Dunno, she and McGonagall went to her office." Shelby said with uncertainty.
"She didn't even acknowledge me as she came up to bed at about 11:00 last night." Dean wondered aloud. "In fact she just shrugged me off when I asked why she was crying."
"What do you mean why she was crying?" The girls say at the same time. Dean just shrugged feeling slightly intimidated by the three girls leaning over the table staring a hole through his perfect blue eyes.

The girls managed to corner her after breakfast as she was heading out to tryouts.
"Pads wait up." Emily yelled as they came jogging over.
"Oh, hi guys." Stella mumbled, picking at the he. Of her black sweater.
"Where's your broom." Shelby asked, noticing the lack. Shelby had her broom, and Emily and Ella had flags that read 'go moony' and 'go padfoot'.
" I am not flying today. Just watching." Stella said sadly, finally looking up at the girls, although she still had a loose piece of string in her fingers.
"Than how are you going to get on your team?" Ella questioned. Stella looked down at her old boots and mumbled something about not being here.
"What was that?" Emily asked not quiet catching what Stella had said.
" I SAID I WONT BE AT SCHOOL TO PLAY SO I AM NOT EVEN TRYING OUT." Stella screamed, loosing her temper. The three other girls took a step back, out of confusion.
"Wait why won't you be at school?" Emily asked, Shelby and Ella nodded as if they too were asking.
"I can't tell you right now, but as soon as I can I will." Stella says, turning and striding towards the pitch.
"Why? Are you in trouble." Shelby finally pipes up.
"No I am fine, well I mean yeah sorta." Stellas answers never taking her eyes off where she was going.
"What does that mean?" Emily asked.
"It means something." Stella shoots back, trying to make it sound not important.
"Stella come on be serious." Ella try's.
"I am being serious."
"Not really." Shelby mutters, more to herself. But Stella manages to hear this and it sends her into a rage all over again.
"WELL WOULD YOU WANT TO TELL YOUR FRIENDS THAT YOUR LEAVING BECAUSE YOUR DADS BACK AND WANTS TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM EVERYTHING YOU KNOW."