Really short chapter, I know. But I hope you enjoy! :rosie:
Chapter 20
Detention was torture. My second detention ever and with the same teacher; what a terror. Professor Ports seemed to put me in the first row, closest to him. And I had a full view of the photo of my mother on his desk. I think he just wanted my curiosity to increase, but not tell me anymore answers. But what he didn’t know is that I knew so many more answers. I knew the outcome of his daughter. Her blood, and consequently his blood, ran through my veins.
He put Tonks farthest away from him however. He seemed to be ashamed. He wouldn’t and probably couldn’t look at her. And that was probably better for him. If he treated Tonks like he did absolutely nothing to her, I would have to murder my grandfather.
But here’s a question; why did he have the Ring? Lalanos said that he had lost it in the Forest. Could it have been stolen? Or possibly did Professor Ports just simply find it while walking through the woods. The latter seemed more likely. Professor Ports isn’t the kind of person to go looking for trouble, no matter how mean he is; it just seems to find him.
I know the feeling.
After we finished our detention, Jen helped Tonks back to the infirmary, and Charlie and I walked towards our common rooms.
Silence.
Finally, Charlie broke it with what seemed to be a sledge hammer. “So, did Jen really take the blame for going to the Quidditch field?”
I stared at him, transfixed. After taking a deep breath I said, “Yeah. She did.”
Charlie looked ahead and I could see his eyes gleaming with happiness. But he remained quiet. I began to wonder where this conversation was going when he said, “Good to know.”
“You know, she really likes you Charlie,” I said before I could stop myself, staring at the wall straight ahead of me.
That’s when Charlie stopped dead in his tracks. I turned to him. His ears were going scarlet. Finally, he muttered, “No way. It’s obvious by the way she treats me; she hardly even wants to be my friend.”
I stopped too, and turned to him. “She treats you just like you treat her, and are you trying to tell me you don’t like her too?”
Now a smile was creeping across my face. I couldn’t help it. Finally, he sighed, and said with fake seriousness, “If you tell Bill, I’ll murder you.”
At this, we both laughed, and continued walking down the hallway together, and soon separating when we needed to. |