Selcouth [G.W]

Chapter 4

Hobbledehoy (n.)- An awkward teenager one who is perpetually uncertain.

Georges P.O.V

"What's with her?" Fred asks, sitting back down pointing at the door that Millie rushed out of a few moments ago. I don't answer leaning over and smack him hard on the arm.

"ow, what the bloody hell was that for?" he asks, rubbing his arm, frowning at me.

"why would you say that?"

Fred scrunches his face in confusion, "say what? that you looked like you committed a crime? It's true your face was beaten red. What happened?"

"Nothing happened," I half-lie quickly. Nothing really did happen. Why do I feel this way then? I don't know. I don't know what's up with me. I don't know what's up with her. Everything feels different, like something has changed. Maybe it's just me.

Fred's lips go into a thin line giving me a disbelieving expression, "Well what's up with her then?"

" No clue, She's probably just high," I tell him, shrugging my shoulders. Yea she's just high that's the reason and so am I.

Fred grabs the joint I forgot I was holding from my hands he quickly brings it to the edge of his mouth inhaling it deeply then blowing it from his nose.

" I don't know mate. We've both seen her high before and that wasn't this. it was like she was a skittish mouse." Fred explains, handing me back the joint. Taking it swiftly I don't hesitate to put the joint back between my lips.

He's right. Millie has been high before around us more times than I can count and she never acted like that before. She's a very confident person, I learned that quickly. I've always liked that about her.

"Yea I don't know, maybe she was nervous for the new year." shrugging my shoulders I smoke the rest of the joint quickly. I lean down and grab the bin from under the seat. I throw the joint in the bin and push it back under with my foot. I sit back up leaning against the seat more.

Fred gives me another disbelieving expression. " Mill's ... the same person who wasn't the slightest bit nervous to go cliff diving off a 100-foot ledge? the same mill's who lost a bet and went into the forbidden forest and came back with a spider's tooth. that Mill's? nervous for a new bloody school year?" he says snorting.

I roll my eyes at his explanation, "yes, Fred. that one, what else could it be?" he looks at me with an unreadable expression but doesn't answer my question. if we're being honest I don't have a bloody clue why she was acting that way. She's never done it before it was like she was nervous. The way her face looked when she got down from my lap I could've sworn she was blushing. I've never seen her blush so that couldn't be it.

"she looks different this year." I mindlessly state out of nowhere. Fred looks at me with a confused expression not understanding his statement.

" Millie, she looks different this year, "I reword my previous statement.

"She looks different every year. It's called puberty."

I roll my eyes, " I know that you twit, no she just looks different I don't know how to explain it." I really didn't know how to explain it or why I brought it up, it kind of slipped out.

Fred thinks for a moment looking at me confusion still plastered on his face, " yea she does look different." he concludes with suspicion in his voice as if he's trying to figure out something.

I nod ignoring his weird suspicion, glancing out the window for a second seeing the rain come down quite hard. I look back to Fred who was also looking out the window, "Fred don't bring up what just happened when she comes back inside. I'm sure she doesn't want to talk about it." I explain sternly. I want to forget what happened. She's one of my closest friends. I'd hate for it to be awkward.

Milidecent P.O.V

Walking quickly to the washroom, I feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest. Finally, making it I hastily close and lock the door throwing my bag off my shoulder in the sink.

Don't have a panic attack.

Don't have a panic attack.

My mind is going 100 miles a minute and my heart is still beating out of my chest. I can still feel his hands. I can feel his breathing down my neck.

I remove my bag from the sin and cut on the water, splashing it on my face. I close my eyes letting the cold water calm me down.

Cutting off the water I open my eyes back and use the back of my hands to gently tap my face drying it. I let out a loud huff feeling my breathing finally become even, I lay my hands on both sides of the sink leaning into it.

I analyze every feature in the mirror. my face was a little damp from the water, my eyes still red from the weed I smoked earlier, and now, my cheeks were a tinted red you could barely see if you weren't staring right at me, my lips were parted slightly from my timid breathing.

It looked like I just had a panic attack to sum it up. There was something else though, something I can't quite put my finger on. Staring at myself in the mirror a little longer, the only thing I felt was disgust, so I dismiss the feeling and grab my bag and dig through it grabbing my flask from it.

Thank merlin I remembered to fill it up with fire whiskey last night.

Bringing the silver canister to my lips, I sip it gently not wanting to take the whole thing- I just need the buzz. I feel the familiar but comforting burn in my throat as it goes down. I set the flask on the sink grabbing the white powder from my bag instead.

I dip my pinky finger in the white powder, tapping it a few times to get a good amount. opening my mouth slightly, I bring my pinky to my mouth rubbing the powder straight on my gums putting it back in my bag I quickly throw on my school uniform.

I had on a long sleeve black turtleneck my Slytherin sweater over it, my green plaid trousers cuffed once at the end with my mary janes and black socks at my feet. looking at myself in the mirror, I smirk.

You look good... Yea you... you look great.

Before I forget I grab eye drops from my bag dripping the liquid into my eyes. Blinking rapidly as I adjusted to it. I put my hair into a high bun leaving only my curly bangs hanging.

I see my eyes instantly clearing up from the eye drops, I just look tired now. the red eyes may be okay at the station and on the train, but if Professor McGonagall or bloody hell Professor snape saw it, they'd throw me in detention before you can say the Queen.

I look at the flask sitting on the sink, I shrug my shoulders what the hell.

I grab it from the sink and take a big swig from it, throwing it back in my bag once I was done. Grabbing my black lipstick from my bag I re-apply it. I throw it back in my bag zipping it up and putting it over my shoulder.

"You look good babes," I compliment out loud to myself for good measure, bringing my pointer and middle finger to my lips, kissing them than bringing them to the mirror, winking at myself. I walk out feeling a load better than how I did when I arrived inside.