The Blessed One

Chapter Nineteen~Late Night Flying

I woke up late the next morning, as it was a Sunday, and I thought I deserved some rest after waking up at an ungodly hour every morning. I rolled out of bed, crashing onto the dormitory floor with a groan, and trudged over to the bathroom, where I washed my face, and brushed my teeth clean. I gave my hair a quick brush, leaving it in its usual dark curls, and put on my jeans, and a rounded collared blouse, and a black jumper over the top to keep me warm.
I skipped down the stairs to the common room, with angel in my arms whilst stroking his fluffy head as he purred in content. I crossed the common room, waving at the Prewett siblings as I saw them sat together on the couch. They each have a half hearted nod, as they were currently having an argument about the twins pranking, and Molly's owls.
"You can't keep pranking me all the time!" Scolded, Molly. "I have my owls this year, and I'm already stressing enough about Prefect duties! I don't need you two adding more worries to my already full plate!"
"Sorry, Sis!" Smiled Gideon,
"But no can do!" Replied Fabian, who had a sneaky grin on his freckled face, "we're having a prank off with Rosie!"
"Yeah!" Agreed Gideon, "whoever, out of Her and me'un Fabian pranks the most people until Christmas, wins."
"And, well..." Began Fabian, "your an easy target!" with that, they stood up, and sauntered out of the portrait hole, venturing to God knows where.
"Brothers!" Cursed, Molly.
"I hear you, sister." I said, rolling my eyes at the twins antics,
And headed out of the common room, and down to the great hall, where lunch would soon be served.

I wandered into the great hall, and began to make my way over to the Gryffindor table to sit next to James and Sirius, who had left a gap between themselves which I'm sure was big enough for me to squeeze into. Just as I was approaching the two boys, I was knocked to the side by an over excited Peter, who scurried over to James, without apologising, may I add, and promptly sat in the seat that I had my eyes on, and began loading his plate with fish and chips. I was a little bit upset about not being able to sit next to James and Sirius, but wasn't about to go up to Peter and demand that he move, so I headed over to where Lily and Meda were sat discussing ways to throttle James. Like Lily, Meda has developed an intense hatred for him, as she caught him advertising to some of the other Gryffindors how untrustworthy and cowarly the Syltherins are, and that they shouldn't be nice to them, befriend them, and that it would be for the best if they just avoid them in general. Let's just say she wasn't very pleased.

"The nerve of that boy!" She growled to Lily, who was nodding her head so fast, I was afraid it would fall off. She reminded me of on of those little bobble head dolls.
"I know!" She agreed, passionately, "he's a bloody toe-rag, that's what he is." and continued to eat her soup.
I sat down next to Meda, and opposite Lily, taking a few Raspberry Jam Sandwiches from the platter. I would go for ham and cheese, as its my favourite, but Jam sandwiches are the only ones in which the house elves don't put butter on. I have a passionate hatred for butter, one in which James will always tease me about.
I sighed. It seems that messy haired boy just can't leave my head. I try to hide the pain I'm going through from losing him, but by thinking of him every time I see something that reminds me of him, it isn't easy. James and I have never thought of ourselves as only children, as we have always had each other. We are brother and sister, in our minds. At Least until now.
"Rose? Are you okay?" Asked Lily. She must have noticed the look of sadness upon my face. I haven't told Lily or Meda about James ignoring me, as I don't want to fuel their hatred for him any more. I decided a subtle change of the subject would be my best option.
"Do you drink soup?" I asked them, "or do you eat it?"
It seemed to have worked, as my question was met only by silence.
"I'm not sure." Muttered Meda, with Lily musing thoughtfully.
"Well," I said, standing up from the bench, "I'm going to go ask Professor Dumbledore, because this is a very serious matter." And I began making my way to the headmaster.
I stepped up to the table where the teachers sat through the meals, and walked up to Dumbledore.
"Professor Dumbledore?" I asked him.
"Yes, Rosalie." He smiled, as I scowled at my full name, which he repeatedly uses in order to annoy me.
"Do you drink soup, or eat it?" I questioned. He chuckled, and pondered my question for a bit.
"I suppose," he started, " if you were to use a bowl and spoon, you would eat it, but we're you to use a cup, you would drink it." I nodded in agreement.
"Thanks, Professor!" I called as I skipped back over to Meda and Lily, who were laughing at my antics. However, just as I was going past James, I managed to knock over the water jug, spilling it all down him.
The jug crashed to the ground, causing a loud clanging noise to erupt around the hall. The chatter ceased, and all eyes were upon us.
"I'm sorry!" I gasped, embarrassment clear upon my features, "here, let me help." I flicked my wand, and muttered Scourgify, a spell my dad had taught me, as we were both extremely accident prone. The water was cleared up instantly, and James was left completely dry.
James exhaled a large breath of air, and stood up, turning slowly, so that he was facing me. To say he was furious would be an understatement. His expression was as stormy as a thunder cloud. His eyes, flashing dangerously, like lightening, and his mouth was curled into a snarl.
"Sanguinum tu excors!" He growled, "Only you would manage to knock over a jug which was five feet away from you! Everyone always said you had pathetic reflexes! I don't see how you got onto the Quidditch team! It'll be a miracle if you survive the first minute in a game! Oh, and one more thing! Stay away from me. I've waited years to come to Hogwarts just so I can get away from you! So if you don't mind, go away before you end up causing anymore damage." His words were like a slap in the face. No, it was worse than that. It felt like he had ripped my heart out if my chest, thrown it in a blender, and shoved it back in again. It was a miracle I didn't break down right there.
"Okay." I whispered. "If that's how you feel." I put on a facade of confidence, and strode out of the hall. Once I was through the doors, however, I took off running towards the forest.

My vision was blurry from all of my tears, but I eventually made it to the clearing where I had first met Moonlace.
"My lady!" She gasped at my appearance. "Whatever is the matter?" She asked.
Instead of answering, I simply sobbed, wrapping my arms round her neck. She sat with me for hours as I cried, and I told her what had happened in the great hall. She was shocked that James would do such a thing, and told me he was nothing but a stupid, arrogant, little boy. This only made me cry harder.
After a few hours of me wallowing in self pity, I decided, instead of moping, and giving James the satisfaction of knowing he got to me, I was going to do something about it.
"I'm gonna prove him wrong." I said, my voice laced with determination.
Moonlace smiled at me. "I knew you would, my lady.
Like last time, Moonlace gave me a ride to the edge of the Forrest, just incase any beasts decided to pay us a visit, and she dropped me off outside the broom shed. I whispered goodbye, and gave her a hug if thanks. She nodded, and cantered back into the Forrest. I unlocked the shed with a simple Alohamora and grabbed my shooting star. I swung my leg over the back, and shot up into the air. I warmed up, getting used to the broom, and being in the air, then retrieved the Quaffle from the ball case, and began shooting it into the hoops from different directions and angles. I was at this all night, playing by the light of the moon. But, instead of getting tired, I found that I was given strength from the moon. It must be one of my gifts.
When the sun eventually came crawling up the horizon, I decided I should probably go back to the castle, and get ready for my day of classes. With a huff, I grudgingly locked the Quaffle and my Broom back in the shed, and began the trek up the path to the school.