(c) to clarity. @ TDA

"I'm feeling lost
Feeling tongue-tied
And now I'm frozen
In your headlights"
OctaHate by Ryn Weaver

Where were we? Oh yeah I was straddling James Potter. You know it’s casual. Merlin strike me down now, because my life has become a cliche in a teen movie.

“How did I know it was you, McCartney?” he laughed. My gracefulness and wonderful hand-eye coordination is notorious.

“I don’t know maybe it was my charm or grace or eloquence,” I blushed a dark pink, “I’m like Ginger Rogers or something.” I got to my feet and helped James up.

“Do I have dirt on my back?” he asked me spinning in a circle trying to look at his back.

“Yeah hold still,” I clicked my tongue as I began dusting off his back with my hand. I had to get on my tippy-toes to reach his shoulder-blades, because James was really tall. It’s so weird, because he towers over both of his parents. He’s like six three or something.

“So, McCartney,” he smiled. “How have you been? How’s your summer? I haven’t seen you since summer workouts.”

He’s referencing my position as one of the Gryffindor Quidditch team managers. A real bad arse I am.

“Good, good. It’s been lazy, but nice,” I nodded, “is Dominique here?” I asked him hurriedly.

“Yeah she’s with her boyfriend, over there,” James pointed towards the entry gate with a beaming smile. He was always smiling, I’ve never seen him angry except when Quidditch is involved.

“Okay thanks,” I smiled back.

“No problem, see you around!” he waved and we parted ways. I walked towards my family while he went towards the betting booths where I could see Freddie Weasley waiting.

“Okay rents,” I faced them. “I can see Dom,” I said looking across the crowd. “So I’ll be with my friends! I have my phone and I’ll talk to you later!” I called over my shoulder as I raced off towards Dom.

“Cart!” Dom squealed as she saw me.

She looked gorgeous as always. Dominique was one-eighth veela or something so she had this long, straight, blonde, but unlike many other veela Dom had darker roots. Her eyebrows matched her roots by being dark and thick and perfect. Dom was thin, but curvy like Lennon which I was envious of. And her eyes were a glacial, steely blue with just a hint of gold clouding around her pupil.

“Dom!” We hugged tightly. “Merlin, I missed you! Have you seen Zära or Darcy, yet?” I asked her.

“No, I haven’t,” Dom pouted.

“I’m here though,” Dom’s boyfriend piped up.

“Nobody asked you, Benny,” Dom replied.

“Ouch,” Benjamin Flint replied and gave her the pouty lips.

Benjamin was as handsome and gorgeous as you’d expect any boyfriend of Dominique’s to be. Ben had muscles to die for, muscles that would make any girl weak at the knees. He had wavy, tousled coffee brown hair that was parted on the side and swooped over his forehead with one little tendril falling to actually touch skin while the rest of his hair fell in waves around his face and down the back of his neck. His eyes were a pale green color and had a honey color crowding the green, almost entirely covering his iris, from around his pupil.

“Ben!” I hugged him as well. “How are you?” I asked.

“Just divine, darling,” he said in a very Holly Golightly accent.

“You really made him watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s?” I asked in excitement.

“I said I would,” Dominique smirked impishly. “He actually quite liked it. His favorite character was of course Sally Tomato.” Dominique shook her head. “He’s such a boy.”

“I liked Cat too,” Ben piped up.

“He cried when she threw Cat out on the street,” Dominique added.

“Okay that’s taking it a bit far.” Ben raised his finger at her warningly.

“Is it really?” Dominique looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“They were angry tears okay!” Benjamin yelled and startled an elderly wizard, who was walking behind him. “It just wasn’t fair! Cat didn’t ruin her engagement with Jose! She’s the idiot who relayed drug messages between Sally Tomato and his lawyer!”

People began casting glances in our direction as Ben ranted.

“I mean come on! Snowflakes in New Orleans! Who honestly doesn’t know that that means cocaine!”

Okay now everyone was staring at us.

“Ben, you’re making people stare!” Dominique hissed. “They’ll think you’re mad and you date me, so you can’t be a lunatic!”

Ben’s eyes twinkled mischievously, “Dominique! How could you cheat on me?” Ben yelled.

He winked at me and I giggled behind my hands.

“And with McCartney! Merlin’s beard! Dom, I don’t even know who you are anymore!”

“Oh for Fawke’s sake!” Dominique hissed and stormed away.

I smirked, because Dom would usually say ‘fuck,’ but we were in a public place and that usually requires no cursing.

Ben and I cackled to each other as we walked through the entry way without being checked. The guards knew me, because my Dad was a chairman on the board of Puddlemere United. He was one of their various donors and used to play for them. And Ben was with me so they didn’t question him either.

“Come along, Sally Tomato!” I chimed in my best Holly Golightly voice. “I heard there’s snowflakes falling in New Orleans!”

“Of course, Miss Golightly!” Ben replied in his best Italian accent which was actually pretty good.

We walked up to our skybox and Ben held the door open for me as we entered. People were already there lounging around on the furniture and making use of the minibar. Puddlemere had some of the nicest skyboxes in terms of Quidditch stadiums. (That is partially thanks to all the money people like my father pour into the team.)

A tall figure stood up as I walked toward the group.

“Micky!” Vincent strode across the room and wrapped me in his arms. “Merlin, I missed you,” he grinned and I pecked him on the lips.

He looked at me with eyes that were so dark brown I could barely see his pupil. His face was shaven, but there was the slightest hint of a five o’clock shadow. Vincent’s hair was naturally curly, but he kept it carefully trimmed on the sides so all the curls spilled out onto his forehead and he continuously could be found pulling and twisting them down.

“I missed you too,” I laughed. “I suppose.”

I pretended to be interested in the ceiling and Vincent laughed before putting his arm around my waist.

As he led me to our usual seats, I waved to people as I passed.

I noticed that Dom was already there sitting on a barstool at one of the smaller tables and Ben joined her. I waded through the large group of Hogwarts students (mostly Slytherins) to where Aleksander was sprawled out on the couch with his head in Ariadne Selwyn’s lap.

“Oh look, Princess Carty decided to grace our motley lot with her presence!” Aleksander drawled from his position on the couch. Ariadne’s long, slender fingers were playing with his hair in a bored manner while they both already had drinks in their hands.

“Oh Aleksander, I missed you desperately!” I laughed as I brushed my hair behind my ear.

Aleksander laughed and I realized that he was drunker than I thought. Aleksander always laughs when he’s drunk. Wait let me rephrase: the little bitch giggles when he’s drunk. Like all the time. That’s why when he gets drunk, he literally has to snog girls all the time. Otherwise they won’t go home with him.

Let’s face it nobody wants a giggly drunk for a boyfriend.

I’m just saying.

“So how was America? Cousins have any hot friends?” Willow Zabini (younger sister to Lennox and Blaise the Second) grinned at me with her dark curls bouncing around her face.

Willow was only a third year, but she looked older and she was even prettier than me. Like how unfair. She had glossy black hair, dark skin, and even darker eyes. She was only thirteen and she made me look like a six year old.

“Yes loads,” I grinned at her, “I made out with so many that I forgot most of them,” I winked at Vincent and he rolled his eyes.

“How scandalous,” Ariadne drawled out slowly.

Ariadne, who was in my age and a Slytherin, reminded me of Daisy Buchanan from The Great Gatsby and trust me, that is not a flattering allusion. Ariadne had small, pointed elven features with surprisingly wide pale blue eyes. Her wheat-colored blonde hair fell in voluminous waves around her thin shoulders.

“My father’s got business friends in America and we go over there all the time,” she spoke in a murmur.

Ariadne spoke in a low, lucid tone that made you think she was telling you this huge secret. She did it to make people lean towards her to give her their full attention. A very Daisy Buchanan thing.

I didn’t hate Ariadne, we were friends, but more often than not, I found her infuriating.

“My mother absolutely adores Nantucket,” Ariadne smiled.

“And I absolutely adore your necklace,” I pointed to the gleaming diamonds.

“Thank you!” Ariadne beamed. “The diamonds are French Edwardian, set in platinum.”

“I’m tired of hearing about your damn necklace,” Knox Warrington mumbled into his glass of rum as he slouched in on of the chairs near us. Knox had brown, curly hair that was pushed back from his forehead and a slight beard growing. He had pale blue eyes that were deep-set into his face.

“Oh shut-up, Knox! I will so dye your hair magenta again!”

Fun fact, Ariadne and Knox are cousins.

“Magenta?” Vincent raised an eyebrow. “What in Merlin’s name is ‘magenta?’”

“It’s like a dark pink,” I told him.

“It sounds like a German foot disease,” he looked at Ariadne who scowled back.

“Cart, powder room please,” Ariadne stood up.

“Yes Madame,” I moved to get off the love seat, but Vincent pulled me back.

“Micky,” he pouted.

“I’ll be right back,” I promised him.


“Come along, McCartney,” Ariadne pulled me along and out the door. We walked down the hallway passing famous and important people left and right. Ariadne said hello to everyone we passed and just had to stop and chat with them.

“Okay, yes darling of course! Brunch before I go back to school! Just text me!” She hugged a stick-thin brunette and beamed at her. We then walked on and Ariadne turned to me, “She’s such a bitch!” She rolled her eyes. “Did you see the way she eyed my Giuseppe Zanottis? These shoes cost more than her nose job!” Ariadne snarled. Then suddenly she beamed a smile in front of us, “Oh Lola!” She hugged a stick-thin blonde Hufflepuff who was in our year at Hogwarts. I just laughed under my breath and smiled.

I was used to all of this. I grew up with my mother who is one of the biggest, most two-faced people I know.

And my sister is Lennon Luck. She basically invented hypocrisy.

So Ariadne’s “attitude” wasn’t something that particularly bothered me.

“I swear, she is literally the biggest slut this side of the Atlantic,” Ariadne rolled her eyes as the blonde left with a bulky guy on her arm. “And that includes the continents of Africa and Asia,” her pretty face skewered in disgust.

“How do you know?” I asked her.

“Oh please! That’s Lola Smith! She couldn’t keep her legs closed if you paid her,” Ariadne rolled her eyes again as she threw her honey locks off her shoulder. “That guy with her is much older than her, but they aren’t “together” or whatever even though they live together,” Ariadne’s voice lowered even further and I strained to hear. “I swear the moral decline of our society is horrendous,” she looked at me seriously as we finally reached the bathroom. “My mother would flay me alive if I ever tried to move in with someone before marriage.”

“But wouldn’t that be better?” I asked. “Then you would already know if you could live with them or not.”

“McCartney,” Ariadne shook her head, “no, no, no darling. That’s not very appropriate to live with a boy before marrying him. That leads people to believe that you are sleeping together.”

“Okay…” I just shrugged. I sat on the comfortable lounging couch as Ariadne went to the mirror. “Wait, but you aren’t a virgin. Are you Ariadne?” I looked at her in confusion. I was under the impression that she slept with her boyfriends whenever she wanted, but Ariadne was insinuating that she was a virgin.

Ariadne looked around the bathroom and made positive that no one was around, “Of course I’m not. Silly Carty, but as long as the general population thinks I am it does it really matter what the truth is?” She grinned at me as if she had just shared the answer to all the world’s problems.

“Well that’s one way to look at it,” I nodded.

“That’s the only way,” Ariadne conceded as her blue eyes focused back on her own reflection. “My mother, a frivolous woman, insists on perfect social standing,” Ariadne pursed her lips as she put on more lipstick. “And as purebloods we are under more…” she looked thoughtfully at the ceiling as she put her lipstick up, “observation than you Mudbloods are.”

Ariadne used the old insult, but people didn’t consider it an insult anymore. It was more of a joke really, not actually offensive. It just faded into obscurity and then one day teenagers were calling each other that. I guess it’s because being Muggleborn isn’t a bad thing anymore.

“So we have to be excellent or you’ll get outed for being a Death Eater or whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “Which is totally stupid, I mean Voldemort’s been dead for like forever, people just need to let it go.”

I giggled, “Remember when Fred Weasley and James Potter went as Voldemort and Professor Quirrell for Halloween?”

Ariadne giggled in return, “Yes! Circe, that was hilarious!”

We walked out of the bathroom giggling and I heard someone call my name. I turned around to see Lennon walking towards me. Ugh, what does she want?

“I’ll catch up with you later,” I told Ariadne.

She waved at Lennon and smiled before walking down the hall.

“What is it, Lennon?” I asked with a sigh.

“Jeez, no need to be a bitch about it,” she rolled her eyes. “I just need help finding Scorpius, have you seen him?”

“No,” I looked her with an annoyed expression. Maybe she’ll leave me alone.

“Well, could you help me find him?” She asked snottily.

“Do I have a choice?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Well of course, but if you don’t help me then I’ll tell Victor or whatever his name is about the time that I caught you and Aleksander in compromising positions,” she smirked at me.

“Please note, I’m helping you because I’m a nice person, not because I actually care what you tell Vincent,” I rolled my eyes and started walking.

“You’re the best!” Lennon grinned at me. I rolled my eyes again.

I walked down the halls with her, opening random doors.

I yanked open the door to a supply closet.

Broom. Mop. Cleaning supplies. Broom. Suspicious chemicals. Where’s Walter White? I’ll take some meth. I need some if I’m going to keep from strangling Lennon.

She’s so annoying. I could care less where Scorpius Malfoy is. She’s the most insufferable person including fucking Joffrey Baratheon. I’d love to lock them in a room together. Lennon might even make Joffrey want to strangle himself.

I opened another door, this one to an office.

Desk. Desk. Bookshelf. Family pictures. Aw cute kids. Broomstick. Trophy. Papers.


I moved on to another door and opened it. It was another supply closet. I sighed and looked anyways.

Broom. Shelves. Cleaning Supplies. Mop. Lily Potter. More suspicious chemicals. I swear these Puddlemere Janitors are some drug suppliers or something.


Hold the phone.

Lily Potter was in a cleaning supply closet making out with some bloke. She must be embarrassed about me catching her in the closet because she was currently trying to hide her face in a mop bucket.

The back of a head appeared beside her, and I noticed it had the Malfoy family’s trademark platinum blonde hair.

Hold the bloody phone!

There’s a Scorpius Malfoy!


Lily Potter and Scorpius Malfoy were a supply closet at the Puddlemere United/Chudley Cannons game.

“Did you find anything?” Lennon asked me.

I blinked and shook my head as I pushed the closet door to where Lily and Scorpius couldn’t see me.


“No, sorry I didn’t,” I said my voice slightly uneven.

“Well then what are you doing?”

“LEAF ME A LAWN!” I yelled at Lennon and slammed the door shut. Lennon just looked at me with raised eyebrows.

“That phrase is so stupid,” she stuck up her nose. “Just say ‘leave me alone’ like a normal person.”

I ignored her comments, “Lennon, did you even check his parents’ box?” I asked her with a raised eyebrow.

“Well no,” she looked anywhere but at me.

“Wow,” I rolled my eyes. “Why don’t you go do that?” I sneered.

“Just get away from me, McCartney!” She snapped defensively. “You’re so awkward, I swear to Merlin.”

“Deuces bitch,” I threw a middle finger in her direction and stormed out of the hallway.

That’s me.

All sass with a tiny bit of ass.

Really - my ass is tiny.

So I decided to break up this very long first chapter into two shorter chapters, yay! So there's really nothing new here if you've read the original first chapter.

But if you are new then I'm glad to have you here and I hope you've enjoyed your stay in my wonky story!

I hope everyone reviews, but if not then it's cool fam, just keep reading!

I lurve you guys and hope you enjoy the future chapters!

FACE-CLAIMS: (in order of appearance)

Dominique Weasley is portrayed by Cara Delevingne (the ever gorgeous girl in the CI)

Benjamin Flint is portrayed by Beau Mirchoff (the sexayyy boy in the CI)

Vincent Goyle is portrayed by Penn Badgley

Ariadne Selwyn is portrayed by Elsa Hosk

Willow Zabini is portrayed by Coco Jones

Lola Smith is portrayed by Levin Rambin

Lily Luna Potter is portrayed by Sadie Robertson

Scorpius Malfoy is portrayed by Alex Pettyfer

Till next time folks! *tips top hat in a goofy fashion*

The next chapter includes: the next narrator and main character being introduced. James's "bubble butt" is discussed. A secret relationship is threatened. The Chosen One and Savior of the Wizarding World almost crashes the car (because of his idiot children). The Hogwarts Express makes an appearance. And McCartney fears for her lunch money.

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