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Behind the Mask by Juicey_Moosey
Chapter 3 : The Crack
 
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Beautiful CI of Albus by the lovely AstoriaViana@TDA
 




"Ring a ring a roses, a pocket full of posies, a tissue, a tissue, we all fall down!"

"Tiffany, please stop singing dear, your father's trying to drive."

"Sorry mum.."

"Hmm hmm hmmm hmm hmm hmmm hmm hmm hmmm hmm hmm hmmm…"

"Humming it is just as distracting…."

"But mum, I'm bored!"

"Then go to sleep or something."

"Why couldn't we of floo-ed there or flown there?"

"Because they're muggles; they don't know about magic."

"Why can't we tell them then?

"Tiffany! I am not discussing the statue of secrecy with you!"

"But mum!"

"No buts Tiffany!"

"Daad!"

"I'm driving sweetheart."

"Not very well…"

"Don't talk to me like that, Tiffany."

"Tim, eyes on the road."

"Yeah Dad, eyes on the road!"

"TIFFANY!"

"TIM!!! LOOK OUT!!!!!"

Screams filled the air as the truck collided head on with the silver VW Golf.
Bits of windscreen ricocheted of every surface.


The airbags had failed.

"Tiffany!"

"Tiffany!"

"Tiffany!!"

"Tiffany! Merlin, please wake up!"

I found myself with my arms pinned above my head, with the duvet coiled tightly around my struggling limbs. There were tears streaming from my eyes and I was panting heavily, gasping for breath.

I dared to look up, but I instantly regretted it when my blue eyes connected with an all too familiar pair of emerald orbs.

"Potter." I quietly acknowledged.

"Broadhurst…"

"Potter, could you, err, stop straddling me now?"

He cautiously let go off my wrists before throwing his right leg over my body, placing it next to his left and climbing off my bed.

"What the hell was that?!"

"Nothing."

"It didn't look like nothing…"

"Well it was, now drop it"

"Tiffany, we'll be stuck together for the next month at least; you might as well just tell me.."

-mental growl-

Yes, I did just mentally growl. Deal. With. It.

"Call me that again and I'll ram my beater's bat so far up your arse, not even a fully qualified medical practitioner will be able to remove it… Ever." I snarled at him before pushing past and walking into our en-suite bathroom.

He gulped.

That's right Potter; be afraid…Be very afraid…

"What the hell? Everyone calls you that. Why can't I?"

"Correction. They call me Tiff or another abbreviation of it. No-one calls me that." I yelled from the bathroom.

"Why not?" he questioned.

"None of your goddamn business!" I growled as I re-entered the room.

He stepped forward, closing the gap between us in one long stride ,before cupping my cheek with his right hand.

"What are you hiding?" He murmured, his emerald eyes searching my shocking blue ones.

What's he playing at? It's not as if he actually cares or anything.

"Hmm?"

"I..."

I did not just do that.

I did not just stutter.

"You what?" He prompted.

"I nothing." I snapped at him, yanking my head away from him as I walked towards the door.

"You can tell me you know.. You can trust me..."

I merely laughed before twisting the door handle and walking out; slamming the door behind me.

I glanced in both directions before heading of to the right of my room.

I followed the corridor until it broke of into two separate passages.

One led to the grand marble staircase at the centre of the school; the other was just a narrow, seemingly disused corridor without any light fixtures, meaning it was pitch black.

"Lumos." I muttered as I stepped into the darkness, my wand tip providing the only source of light.

The passage got narrower, if at all possible, meaning every now and again my shoulders would bash against the cobweb covered stone walls.

"You have got to be kidding me." I mumbled as the passage came to an end and I was met by an old wooden ladder.

I looked back over my shoulder for a second.

I was going down this ladder, even if it killed me.

Stepping onto the ladder, I silently said a prayer...To Merlin, Buddha and the Tooth Fairy.

What?! I want to be completely covered.

I took a step down and when it didn't break, I let out a sigh of relief.

Yes.. I did that for every single step.

Deal. With. It.

There was a small wooden door, presumably a fire escape.

I tried the handle, but it didn’t budge.

Typical.

"Bombarda Maxima!"

Well, it blew the bloody door off…

Yes, Bombarda alone probably would have been a better choice.. Nobody's perfect, okay?

I walked through the gap where the door was now lying on the floor, flicking my wand as a walked past, reparo-ing the door.

Looking around, my aimless wanderings had somehow, don't ask me how, had brought me back to the quidditch pitch. There was a small log cabin on the edge, that presumably housed the quidditch equipment used by the school.

I walked over to said log cabin, and pushed the door open slightly.

"Dude! No one wants your boxers flying towards them!"

Turns out it wasn't a quidditch store room…

"Shit" I muttered.

"What?...Matt! There's a fucking girl in here!"

"You what?"

"There, dipshit." He yelled pointing at me.

The boy, I presumed was 'Matt', spun around to stare at me.

Why Merlin?! Why?!

"Merlin, I'm so sorry! I didn't realise, I'm new here, it's my first day!"

He gave me a calculating look before saying: "First door on the left, wait in there." Before turning around and barking orders at the others.

I did as he said, and sat down inside the office.

"How the hell did that happen mate?"

"I honesty don’t know.."

"Well she is FIT."

"Show some respect Leon, she's not just another of your many conquests."

"Yet Matt, the key word is 'yet'."

"Leon, shut up."

"Right, y'all decent?" He yelled to the room.

The door handle turned and 'Matt' walked in, now wearing his 'Sorcerers'' uniform.

"I'm sorry!" I blurted.

What was going on with me today?

He smiled slightly.

"That's fine, my name's Matt, Matt Jones."

"Tiff Broadhurst."

So… Tiff, the reason I wanted to talk to you, was to find out how you got in here…"

"I turned the door handle.."

What does he think I did? I flew in on a dragon?

"Why?"

"It's just, the changing rooms are only visible to those on the school quidditch team.. And you're not.."

"Ohh.."

My knowledge of the English language, really is quite impressive.

"So we were kind of wondering how you got in.."

"I thought it was just some equipment shed…"

"When did you arrive?"

"This morning, we got a portkey to the pitch…"

He looked puzzled for a while before asking; "The transfer?"

"Yuhuh"

"With Al Potter?

Jeez what is this? 20 questions?

"Unfortunately…"

"Why unfortunately?"

"Because he's the reason why I'm stuck here."

"How?"

"By being annoying little shit."

"He's on the Quidditch team at Hogwarts, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"Is he.."

"Why don't you just ask the prat yourself?"

I pushed past him and walked out through the door to the quidditch pitch.

He's not the only one that plays bloody quidditch…

"You play?" A voice asked incredulously.

Did I just say that out loud?

"Yes, you did"

Fuckermuffins.

"Interesting combination of words…"

What's it to you anyway?"

"I'm quidditch captain, it'd be wrong for me not to be interested in fresh meat."

"Who do you even compete against here?"

"They really didn't tell you anything about us, did they? We have a junior league out here in America, we represent Sorcerers'' at matches most weekends, with the grand final taking place just before exam season. We also have an unofficial school tournament, where anyone can get into a team and we have matches in the evenings…"

How can this be so much better than Hogwarts?

"So what position do you play?"

"I ermm.. I play beater."

He raised his eyebrows at me.

"I would have had you down as more of chaser, you build is better suited to that than a beater…" He said flicking his eyes up and down my body.

"People have often said that about me, but you should never judge a book by it's cover."

Are you on your house team at Hogwarts?

"No, I was offered a place, but I didn't take it."

"Why not."

"It's purely personal, I'd rather not say though."

He had a look on his face like he was having a mental battle with himself.

"Look, one of our beaters is not up to scratch at the moment. Come to practice one day, we have a match coming up, and I'm not prepared to loose because of him."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying, that if you're better than him, and I can fix it with Fletcher, you're on the team."

Woah.

"Come on, it's time for dinner…"

I followed Matt, he seemed nice enough, but realistically I was walking with him because he was the only person I've said more than a sentence to, and he, unlike I, knew the way to dinner.

We must have been walking for about 10 minutes until we got there.

The huge oak doors were wide open and students were filing in from all directions.

Inside, there was the biggest round table I had seen in my entire life. Remarkably there were only two seats left. One next to Potter and the other next to Blondie.

Merlin's purple polka dot bikini, please help me.

"I'll sit next to Zoey for you.."

The worst part was that Potter was actually the more desirable option of the two…

It's a sad day when I willing sit with Potter. A sad, sad day.

"Potter." I nodded curtly.

"Ti..Broadhurst" He replied

See: a sad, sad day.

"Where the hell did you go?" Potter whispered in my ear whilst nobody was watching.

"Nowhere." I hissed back

"Who's that then?" He nodded to Matt.

"Quidditch captain."

"They have a quidditch team?"

I nodded in response.

"Who do they play?"

What is this Quiz Tiff day?!

"Just ask him."

"Are you being a moody bitch again?" He asked with a knowing look.

"Piss off."

"So, Matt; Tifferudles was telling me you're the quidditch captain here…"

Tifferudles? The fuck? Oh he is a dead man walking.

"Tifferudles?!"

"Yeah, it's an abbreviation.."

Two can play at this game

"What like AlbieWalbie?" He cringed.

"Tiff's such a pretty name.."

"Thank you, Albus."

"So, Matt?"

Great. Boy's and quidditch. I've been abandoned for the night.

"Quiet." Fletcher yelled from his seat on the opposite side of the table to me.

"Guy's? Hello? Thank you…"

The headmaster rolled his eyes.

"Oi! You lot. Shut Up!"

Well, he certainly has a different approach to McG..

"I'd like to introduce our two new students, who are on transfer from Hogwarts: Tiff Broadhurst and Al Potter!" They all clapped politely. "And to honour there arrival, because I'm the best headmaster…" Queue laughter. "There will be a welcome party in the hall after dinner…" The hall erupted into cheers. "And an after-party for all those in 5th year and above." He winked. There were louder cheers this time, from the 5th, 6th and 7th years. Chants of 'Fletcher! Fletcher! Fletcher!' erupted.

Yeah, completely different to McGonagall..

He clicked his fingers, and the able filled with mouth-watering foods.

"Dig in!"

I started filling up my plate when a voice from behind startled me.

"Don't eat too much, Fletcher makes all the teachers leave during the after party and turns the place into something that resembles a muggle nightclub…I doubt you want to feel like you've swallowed a watermelon later on.."

"But.. Uniforms?"

"We go back to our rooms and change…"

"Ohh, thanks Matt."

"Tis fine, tell Al, yeah?"

Great.. I actually have to do something beneficial for the prat.

"Oi. Alice." I elbowed him hard in the ribs, causing him to choke slightly. "Don't eat like a pig… This after party is supposed to be like "Room of Requirement back at 'Warts."

"But the teachers.. There's no way they would endorse anything that happens in a RoR…"

"Apparently there's no teachers…"

"So when does this party start?"

"Well, considering it's an after party, I'd presume, after the party.."

"Really Broadhurst? An after party is after the party? I would never of guessed…"

"I'm glad you could get your pea sized brain around that…"

"Are you saying I'm dumb?"

"Nope" I said popping the 'p', "merely stating…"

He growled.

"Awww, you're doing the kitten noise again!"

"PISS OFF BLONDIE!"

Shit. We just yelled simultaneously… That was simultaneous shit… shit.

I found myself looking at Matt.

Merlin.. What if he was Blondie's boyfriend or something…"

He smiled subtlety at me and gave me a high-five under the table.

"Do you not?" I trailed off.

"Nahh! Nobody likes her.. She's bloody annoying as hell."

At least I wasn't the only one that despised the creature…

"I'll see at the party tonight, yeah?"

"Yeah" I smiled.

Things were finally looking up.

 

 






A/N: Hey guys… So, I'm sorry about being all missing in action for the past few months.. It doesn't feel like months… I honestly had it all written this summer, but it just takes so long for me to type them up.. I get distracted by my phone, friends, cat etc and before you know it 'BOOM!' Controlled Assessment on Monday (15/10/12) -.- Ahh kill me now. And it's worth 10% of my final grade.. *sobs*
Anyway.. Please make my day and leave me a review.. I will be happier than a small child with sparkly stuff, and, being in my teens, I for one know sparkly stuff = happiness… ;) Anyway…I let y'all get on with your lives.. MTA is open and gathering cobwebs if you want to ask me anything.. Luv you guys <3

 
 
 


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