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Confessions of Adhara Greengrass | Confessions of potions, juice boxes and more revelations








    I think I have really bad luck. I have come to the conclusion that Merlin hates me. I’ve sent two people to the Hospital Wing in one day. I think that’s a record. No, seriously. The side effect of it is that now I’m slightly paranoid, because well, I’ve heard karma is a bitch.

    We’re sitting in Potions, where I usually get my best brainstorming done. Usually while Eleanor blows up our cauldron, well, only sometimes. Oh, well, you’ve gotta love that fresh explosion sometimes.

    “Hey, Eleanor?” I ask, turning towards my bestest pal in the world who has her head currently inside our cauldron. I’m pretty sure that’s not safe…

    She takes her head out of the cauldron. “Yeah?” she asks.

    “Why on earth have you got your head in our cauldron?”

    “I was checking to make sure that it was clean,” she says defensively. Yes, you’ve discovered it now: Eleanor is a germaphobe. There’s no hiding it now.

    I roll my eyes at her and plough on with my original question, “Do you really think karma’s a bitch?”

    Eleanor stops what she’s currently doing: pouring various colorful liquids into our cauldron with what looks to be dead beetles. Erlack, a reminder of why I really do hate Potions. But, I’m pretty sure Eleanor shouldn’t be trusted in Potions with anything at all.

    “Who’s karma?” she asks confusedly.

    Well, Eleanor is obviously not the brightest star in the sky…

    “Never mind,” I say hastily.

    Her brow is still furrowed in confusion. She continues with our Potion. “So, I really think James likes me… Hey, is the Potion supposed to be pink? … No, really, I don’t think it’s supposed to be pink, the textbook says it’s supposed to be green…” Eleanor sticks her head in the cauldron and it promptly explodes. Yes, while her head was inside. Is that a health hazard?

    I scream dramatically and Eleanor’s head pops out of the cauldron, her expression dazed.

    You know in those cartoons where something happens to the cartoon and the stars spin around their heads? That’s what Eleanor’s face looks like. That can’t be good. The Slug comes barreling over.

    “Miss Greengrass! What have you done to Miss Nott?” he reprimands.

    What me? The innocent bystander?

    The whole class is turning around to look at us. Cor, Eleanor’s really done it this time.

    I stutter something and look back towards Eleanor, who has turned green and who is babbling uncontrollably. Uh-oh.

    “Take her to the Hospital Wing at once!” Professor Slughorn barks at me.

    Blimey, someone needs anger management.

    I just nod and pull Eleanor along.

    She’s babbling incoherently now. “James… Phwoar! ... Karma… I like treacle tart…”

    Oh, my. I have a feeling that inhaling the Potion has its side effects... thank Merlin I wasn't near it...

    Now she turns to me, “Oh, my bestest pally!” she says hugging me and pushing me into the wall.

    “Ow, Eleanor!” I say, annoyed. I try to no avail to push her off of me. “Eleanor, geroff!”

    The only difficult thing about Eleanor latching onto me is that I can’t see where we’re going.

    And then it happens: we trip over a stair and roll down.

    We roll down twenty-three steps and land oh-so-gracefully on the carpet leading to the third floor.

    “I hate you,” I mutter at her. Oh, well. At least she’s not latching onto me anymore.

    “Mais pourquoi, ma meilleure amie?” She asks in a horrible French accent… wait a minute! When did she learn French?

    I ignore her question and drag her along the corridor. The whole time Eleanor is rambling on about red sparkly shoes and yellow brick roads.

    We enter the Hospital Wing oh-so-gracefully, with me dragging Eleanor and her sliding along the floor. I pull her into the Hospital Wing and she bangs her head on the door.

    “Oh,” she says, turning towards the door. “Hello there, door. A hug? Well, I guess I could…” She then proceeds to hug the door. Oh, my God, she’s mental. Poppy comes running to the door.

    “What’s happened to her?” she asks.

    “Stuck her head in the cauldron, it exploded,” I say monotonously.

    “Oh, my! What potion were you brewing?” she asks nervously, trying to pry Eleanor from the door.

    “Uhm…” Shit. “A green one?” I say hopefully.

    She looks at me annoyed. Then she pulls Eleanor along to a spare cot.

    I follow awkwardly. Poppy pulls back the curtains and I follow through. To my horror I see her bedmates. Albus and Scorpius. Oh, double crap. The two people I sent to the Hospital Wing in one Quidditch practice. God, I’m like the psycho beater. Well, technically Scorpius isn’t a loony. That makes me feel a tiny bit better. But, the reason why he thinks he is my fault. I don’t feel better anymore. Stupid brain, making me feel bad. Shut up, brain.

    Albus is sleeping but is bandaged on ever part of his body that I can see. Oh, lord. I see a Skele-gro bottle on his bedside table. God, why me?

    Scorpius is awake and happily waving me over. Oh. My. God. I walk over slowly. Scorpius isn’t bandaged up at all. He’s happily holding some rectangle contraption with a hole at the top and a straw poking out of its top. He sucks on the straw and is happily already chattering.

    “I’ve eaten five chocolate frogs and three licorice wands and five boxes of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavoured Beans and—”

    I look towards the end of his bed and see the evidence. All piled up and forming a little hill.

    Scorpius face pops up in front of mine when I look up. I jump back. “I made Hogwarts with all the boxes!” He shouts excitedly.

    I look back towards ‘Hogwarts.’ Merlin that is the worst Hogwarts I’ve ever seen. And that includes the Scamander twins’ Nargle Hogwarts… which no one could actually see.

    Scorpius is holding his rectangle box contraption to his mouth and is silent. “What is that?” I ask.

    “Oh, this?” he says, thrusting the rectangle box at me. I take it hesitantly. “It’s a juice box!”

    “A what?” I ask.

    “It’s a muggle way of drinking juice. You stick the straw in the hole and the juice comes out. I have apple juice!”

    What the hell is up with Scorpius and his fascination with all things muggle? His Grandfather would have a nervy b spaz if he ever in saw Scorpius with one.

    I smile slightly and hand the juice back to Scorpius.

    “That’s lovely,” I say fake-brightly, when I see Poppy sending me a death glare. Although, I can’t understand why… I gave her three extra patients, she should be thanking me! Now she has something to do.

    “Try it!” he says, pushing the juice pox into my hands.

    “Erm…” I say. Quick, brain, think of something to not drink the juice box. “I have a cold. I’m sorry; I don’t want to give it to you.”

    “Don’t worry!” says Scorpius brightly. “You can have the rest!”

    “I’m…uhm— I don’t want your cooties!” I say.

    Scorpius looks quite offended.

    “Adhara!” screams Eleanor from the other side of the ward. She’s sitting on the cot beside Albus and Scorpius is sitting on Albus’ other side. Albus stirs and I stiffen. Shit.
    “Shut up, Eleanor!” I whisper harshly.

    “Why?” she yells back.

    Albus is opening his eyes and looking around. Oh, motherf—

    “Oh!” screams ingenious Eleanor, “Because Albus is awake, right?”

    Sweet Salazar.

    Thank Merlin Poppy comes bustling in. “Mister Potter! You’re awake. How are you feeling, dear?”

    Albus looks quite disoriented. “Just fine,” he answers politely.

    I pick up a copy of Witch Weekly that’s lying on Scorpius’ bedside table. I knew he was secretly a girl. I raise an eyebrow at him.

    “It’s not mine!” he says quickly.

    “Whatever, Siobhan,” I say. I cover my face with it and turn around while Scorpius is stuttering about how it just appeared there.

    “Mister Malfoy, would you come to my office so that I can get your release papers ready?” asks Poppy.

    Release papers? He’s a loony!

    Scorpius waddles along out of the ward, trying to grab his entire Hogwarts castle with him. Idiot. He walks like penguin, really. Sometimes I think he's half-girl, half-turnip.

    Meanwhile, the magazine is still covering my face as I try to walk out of the ward unnoticed. I’m halfway there. Just need to pass Eleanor’s bed.

    “Adhara?” asks Eleanor, quite loudly, I might add. “Where are you going? Read me a story, bestest pally!”

    Oh, fantastic. She just has to go and ruin my cover. Crap best mate.

    I peek over the magazine to see if Albus is awake. My worst fears are confirmed: He is awake. Drat.

    I look away quickly and shuffle along to Eleanor’s bedside.

    “It’s okay,” she says loudly. “Albus already knows you like him, so you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

    Thanks, Radio Eleanor. God, I'm really starting to hate these Potion side effects.

    Anyway, the genius herself ploughs on, whispering loudly, “At least he doesn’t know you have a voodoo doll of Gemma that you stick pins in.”

    That’s top secret! And, it was only once! “Shut up, Eleanor!”

    She waves a hand. “Don’t worry, it’s not like Albus is an eavesdropper,” she says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

    I sneak a look at Albus. He looks scared.

    “Eleanor, Eleanor, shut up!” I say. I can’t even look at Albus anymore.

    “Miss Nott?” asks Poppy, popping her head out from her office. “Come along, I’ll have a look at you.”

    Eleanor skips out of the ward.

    Oh, my God.

    I’m alone with Albus.

    I can feel him staring at me.

    Merlin, why do you hate me so much? It’s because I’m blonde, isn’t it?!

    I drop the Witch Weekly on Eleanor’s bed. And stand there awkwardly. Okay, now, walk out. Subtlety. And don’t trip over anything, I tell my feet.

    “Adhara?” asks Albus.

    Shit.

    I turn around quickly. “No, I do not have a voodoo doll of Gemma! Eleanor is a liar!” I yell at him.

    Oh, he looks quite surprised at my outburst.

    Cor, I’ve really done it this time.

    And I do the first thing that comes to mind. I run out of there. And trip over my shoe.

    Great.









Author’s Note Thankyous for reading! :)

chapter image by Ande @ TDA!

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