Born to Make Mistakes, Not Fake Perfection ( Oliver Wood )

Chapter 18

Wake up? Check.

Work out? Check.

Shower? Che-

"All i'm saying is that I seen Cedric with Heidi on his lap last night when I was sneaking out of what's-his-face's room.."

I was mid shampoo when I heard those words sputter out of Kara's mouth.

"The shower's on, you think she can hear us?" I recognized Daphne immediately.

"Ehm, I don't think so..I feel so bad though. I want to tell her but-"

"You don't want her to hex the messenger?" Daphne finished.

Rinsing the soap and conditioner from my body and turned the water off.

Wrapping a towel around me, I padded into our room. "Heidi was on Cedric's lap, huh?"

Kara's eyes widened as my jaw clenched.

"What else did you see?" I pressed on, digging through my wardrobe for suitable underwear.

"They might have also..I don't want to say it.. Jess, please don't be mad at-"

Tossing my clothes onto my bed, I stomped over to her, demanding, "What happened?"

She visibly gulped. 

"They- they might have also..sort of..-"

"They kissed." Daphne said.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped back.

Grabbing my belongings, I went back into the bathroom, closed the door then proceeded to ready for breakfast.

My hair was thrown into a top knot that my stylist, Arden George, would flip shit over, but I didn't care.

I covered my dark circles with concealer, applied lip balm and left it at that.

Grabbing my satchel, I kicked on a pair of black moccasins before stomping out the door.

How dare he?

He said I had nothing to worry about with Heidi!

Stupid freaking Hufflepuff..

Does he think I won't hex him? I'll-

"Oof!" I was interrupted mid thought as I crashed to the ground.

"Why don't you watch where you're going, dumbarse?" Theresa barked, pulling her and Mary back to their feet.

I huffed, pulling up myself and bag. "Oh, you got the right one today!"

"What's that supposed to me-" I stopped Theresa mid question with a jab to the mouth

She pulled my top knot, yanking my head to the side, but I swung fast and hard; connecting to her nose and hearing that familiar eerie crack of a nose breaking beneath my knuckles

I felt hands grip my waist and soon I was jabbing at the air in front of me

"Miss Cesari!" I heard McGonagall screech as I tried to claw my way free from whoever was holding me

"And Miss Cesari!" She snapped, glaring at my 'sister'

"What in the devil are you two doing? Fighting like some wild animals?"

"She started it!" Mary shouted, squatting behind Theresa who was holding her gushing nose

"And i'll finish it you stupid bi-"

"Do mind your language, Cesari!" McGonagall scolded me, helping Theresa to her feet then sending her off with Madam Pomfrey who conveniently was strolling down the hallway