Confessions of Adhara Greengrass | Confessions of running, flirting and lying
I honestly think I can feel my brain cells dying whenever I listen to Eleanor speak. I think Poppy must have been intoxicated when she let Eleanor leave the Hospital Wing. Honestly, it’s like letting a loony leave an asylum.
“Adhara, I don’t understand… how in Merlin’s wet wellies could Gemma think you did the full monty with Albus when you both had all your clothes on?” asks Eleanor confusedly.
“I don’t know, she just yelled at Albus and called me a slag,” I explain for the millionth time, tossing a cardigan into my trunk.
Eleanor gasps in shock, “She called you the s word?”
“Yes, Ele,” I say boredly.
“That—that—b word!” says Eleanor indignantly.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Eleanor cannot swear. She thinks swearing gives you frown lines. “You never miss a thing,” I say sarcastically.
“Oh, thanks,” she says happily, turning back towards her trunk.
Oh, yes, Eleanor is a genius, if you were wondering.
I toss the rest of my clothing into my trunk and snap it shut. “Hey, what time is it?” I ask.
Eleanor stares at her watch trying to read the time. Yes, this takes her awhile to figure out which hands are on which numbers. “Oh my Gobstones!” exclaims Eleanor frantically. “It’s ten forty-seven!”
“Eleanor, are you sure you’re not checking it wrong again?” I ask.
“Yes,” she replies defensively.
I grab her wrist to check the time to see that it is in fact ten forty-seven. “Oh fudge squares! We’re going to miss the train!” says Eleanor hysterically.
Eleanor and I grab our trunks and make a run for the door. I try to pull it open and Eleanor bashes into me from behind and we topple over. “Run!” I shout at her, finally managing to wrench open the door. We rush down the stairs while dragging our trunks along to see that the common room is deserted. “Shit,” I say, dragging Eleanor along through the portrait hole. We sprint up the staircase and Eleanor nearly knocks over the giant Ravenclaw hour glass filled with sapphires with her trunk. We propel ourselves forward using sheer force of energy and Eleanor pulls open one of the double oak front doors.
“Why are legs so heavy?” asks Eleanor, gasping for breath. I suppress an eyeroll.
We hurtle along the path to see that there is only one carriage left. “Run!” I scream at Eleanor again. We reach the carriage and pull open the door and launch ourselves inside, tugging our trunks in as well. I pull the door shut and the carriage begins to move. Eleanor nudges me and I glance at her to see that she is staring wide-eyed in front of us. I follow her gaze to see Albus and Scorpius sitting awkwardly across from us.
FML. Honestly, why doesn’t a black hole just open to swallow me up already? Merlin. I hate my life. Or rather, life hates me.
Scorpius coughs awkwardly and I glare at him. Albus averts his eyes and stares at something outside with great interest. Stupid attractive boy. No, I won’t even give him the satisfaction. Stupid ugly boy.
The tension in the carriage could be cut with a knife. And, no, it is not sexual in any way, shape or form. Albus’ emerald green eyes meet mine. Rowdy Rowena. Okay, it is so sexual tension.
“So,” begins Eleanor, obliviously. “What’re you doing for the holidays?”
Scorpius perks up. “Well, Nana Narcissa and I are going bake and then mum and I are going Christmas shopping in Diagon Alley and maybe even—” Scorpius pauses, nearly bursting with excitement, “Muggle London!”
All right there fairy boy.
“What’s in Muggle London?” asks Eleanor curiously.
“Loads of stuff,” say Scorpius excitedly. “Like, iPods and laptops and cell phones!”
“What is all that stuff?” asks Eleanor.
“Technology!” exclaims Scorpius.
Sometimes I honestly wonder what happened to Scorpius as a child.
Scorpius and Eleanor continue to talk about Muggle technology and I sneak a look at Albus, who is staring at me. I meet his gaze and he runs hand through his already disheveled hair, which irritates me to no end. “Why do you always feel the need to do that?” I blurt out.
“Do what?” he asks confusedly.
“You know what!” I say exasperatedly. “Running your hand through your hair all the time!”
Albus just stares at me. I hate boys.
Eleanor and Scorpius are staring at us in shock. I glare at them. Scorpius jumps in fright and Eleanor continues their conversation.
“So, what type of apples do they sell at this apple store?” asks Eleanor.
“They’re not actually apples,” says Scorpius, “they’re Apple Macs.”
“Oh,” says Eleanor, nodding as though she understands, “And what color are Apple Macs?”
Albus frowns at me and I look out the window. Note to self: never follow Eleanor into a carriage without looking inside first.
The carriage stops abruptly and we all exit with our trunks. A whistle sounds notifying passengers that the train is set to leave Hogsmeade station. I grab Eleanor’s arm and we rush to the train. Eleanor bumps smack into the train and I pull her up the steps. The train begins to move and we begin walking the corridors. We pass compartment after compartment to find that they are all full. “Bullocks,” I say annoyed.
Eleanor and I spin around to see James Potter standing a few compartments down, half-waving with a grin on his face. Eleanor nearly faints. Honestly.
“Oh, hi, James,” says Eleanor flirtatiously. Oh, Golly Godric.
“If you and Adhara need a compartment, we have some extra space,” says James, running a hand through his hair. Argh, stupid Potter boys.
“Oh, that would be lovely,” says Eleanor, pulling me along. James lets us in and I stumble into the compartment.
“Easy, there,” says James, helping me up.
“She’s really clumsy,” says Eleanor. Remind me again why I call her my best friend?
“Hey, at least you’re not the girl that fell out of the boat in first year,” says James, smiling.
I actually was the girl who fell into the lake in first year. What? I thought I had seen a mermaid!
I barely pass the compartment door and I sit down in the corner. Eleanor and James sit next to each other and begin whispering and giggling. There are two other boys in the compartment who look me over appreciatively. Oh, that’s disgusting. Boys are such animals.
One of the boys, Fred Weasley comes to sit next to me. “So, Adhara is it?” he asks, smirking slightly. He then proceeds to run his hand over my thigh.
I think I just threw up in my mouth.
“I’m Fred,” says ape boy. He continues to molest my thigh and I try to move away from him. He just comes closer. “Not the talker, are we? It’s okay. You know what they say, right?”
“Uhm, no, I don’t,” I say bluntly.
“It’s always the quiet ones,” he says. And then proceeds to wink. Oh, that’s just disgusting. I suppress a shudder.
He wraps and arm around my shoulder and starts whispering in my ear. I feel his breath on my ear. Oh, that’s just gross. Now I’ll need to disinfect my ear.
“So,” he whispers, “do you wanna get out of here?”
I shift uncomfortably in his grasp. “Now should probably be the time that I tell you that I have... an oral disease of the... mouth.”
Fred jumps and extracts his arm from my shoulder. He coughs uncomfortably. “I’ll just… go over there,” he says and goes back to where he was sitting before, looking shaken. Score.
James and Eleanor stop giggling and whispering to each other and turn to me. “So, Adhara,” say James, “Eleanor tells me that you and Albus are quite… close.”
I will kill her. I smile tightly. Fred nearly runs out of the compartment. What an odd boy.
“That’s uhm… I have to go to the ladies’ room,” I say hastily, grabbing Eleanor along. She almost objects until I shoot her a glare.
I push open the bathroom door and shut it behind Eleanor. “You idiot!” I scream at her, “why’d you tell James?”
“He already knew,” she says defensively. “I mean James is an intelligent boy…” she trails off.
“Doesn’t mean you have to repeat it everytime you see him!” I shout.
“Stop getting your knickers in a knot, James won’t say anything to Albus,” says Eleanor breezily. I’m actually going to hit her. Yes, my violent tendencies are beginning to get the best of me.
“I know you’re upset about being the other woman and all, because they’re usually quite... promiscuous,” continues Eleanor.
Gee, thanks. “Eleanor?” I ask nonchalantly.
“Yeah?” she answers.
“You sound smarter when you don’t speak,” I say bluntly.
Eleanor opens and closes her mouth a couple of times. “What is this?” she shouts, “TDTBMTE?”
“What the bloody hell is TDTBMTE?” I ask exasperatedly.
“The Day To Be Mean To Eleanor,” says Eleanor slowly, as though I am mentally incompetent. Honestly.
“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” I say bluntly.
Eleanor gasps. “It is not dumb. You’re bullying me, therefore I feel victimized,” she says as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Sweet Merlin.
“Come on, let’s go,” I say, annoyed.
“But, didn’t you have to use the loo?” she asks confusedly.
I just ignore her pitiful comment.
We begin walking towards the compartment and see two boys outside heads bowed, talking. One of them being Albus. Why is he everywhere?
“Come, Ele,” I say, pulling her in the opposite direction.
“But, the compartment is that way,” says Eleanor loudly.
“Why are we not going back to the compartment?” asks Eleanor confusedly. I just ignore her. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!”
“Shut up, invisible tango partner,” I say, looking over my shoulder to make sure that James and Albus haven’t noticed us.
“What’s a tango?” I hear Eleanor ask.
I roll my eyes at her.
“Hey, Ele… Where are you going?” I hear James call from his compartment.
I cringe and silently tell Eleanor not to say anything stupid with my eyes.
“Oh, Adhara didn’t want to come back to your compartment because Albus was there,” says Eleanor loudly.
Oh, lovely. An awkward silence follows. I subtly kick Eleanor. “Ow,” she says, “what was that for?”
“What for?” I ask, feigning ignorance.
Albus and James are whispering again now. Jerks.
“Hey, Ele,” calls James, “I have to show you something.”
“Okay,” says Eleanor happily walking over to him.
Ele and James disappear into the compartment and Albus just stands there looking at me.
I turn around and start running down the corridor of the train. I look over my shoulder to see Albus staring at me oddly. And then I trip. Oh, wonderful.
I groan and push myself up. I straighten my clothing and look up to see Albus standing in front of me. Bullocks.
He stands in my path and doesn’t budge. He looks quite troubled. His eyebrows are knit in confusion and he’s biting his lip.
“What?” I ask rudely, trying to walk past him.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I’m just confused. It’s my fault… everything is my fault,” he says.
“So, you regret almost kissing me?” I ask almost angrily.
“Well... no," he says sincerely, looking up to meet his eyes with mine. I love my life.
Albus comes closer and is about to reach out to me when Eleanor comes running to us.
She's gasping for air and looking hysterical. "You have to get to the compartment now."
"What's wrong?" asks Albus.
"It's your cousin," says Eleanor. "Both of your cousins... Rose turned Scorpius into a frog."
Author's Note Does anyone even read these? It's been awhile since I wrote Adhara and this chapter was more of a filler chapter. Anyways, I can tell you guys now that the next two chapters are my all-time favourites. I'll try to update before the queue closure since I have exams 'til the 14th. So, next chapter: you'll meet Adhara's parents, her brother Auburn and the rest of her insane family. Fun stuff.
Anyways, thanks for taking the time to read this,
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