'Pranks and Perverts and Padfoot, oh my!'
Meet Kelsey 'Kelpie' Jones: Miss Americana, Comic lover and the Hufflepuff who doesn't give a Hufflefuck.
Having Lily Evans accidentally fall in love with James Potter was never a part of her plan to get r...
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Week 3, March 1978
Kelsey stormed into the Hufflepuff dorm and headed straight for the small drawer next to her bed. She pulled it open and blindly grabbed the stack of comics books in it.
"Kelsey?" She heard Astrid but her focus was only in front of her.
Amazing Spider-Man #149 She stared at the issue in her hand. Without thinking twice she held it up and tore it down the middle in half. Astrid gasped in shock while Kelsey calmly threw the two halves on her bed and reached for another issue.
"This isn't a comic book.."
"Fancy yourself a superhero.."
The haunting words echoed in her mind as she tore the second one right down the middle mechanically. How could she have fooled herself all this time? He let it go - let them go with such ease. He threw back her prized possessions back in her face. She remembered his disdainful expression all too well.
If Kelsey had been in her right mind she would have smacked herself for being so distraught so as to destroy her collection over a boy. Right now, she was heartbroken. Physically ripping it apart had the cathartic effect if she imagined it to be Pettigrew. The pages torn in half were scattered across her bed now. She reached for a third when she found nothing.
"What is wrong with you?" Astrid demanded. Her friend was clutching on to the rest of her comic books for dear life. One of them had to be in their right senses.
Only now did Kelsey feel a tear slide down her cheek and Astrid immediately let go of them, dropping them to the ground. She rushed over to Kelsey who sat back on the bed and threw her arms around her.
For the first time since their fifth year, when Astrid had last seen Kelsey cry, Kelsey shoved her face into Astrid's shoulder and let it all out.
"I was so stupid Tatty," her voice was muffled as the tears now wet Astrid's robes. Her friend cooed her in silence.
This was somewhat new to Astrid. Their roles were usually reversed. And by reversed, she meant, Kelsey would be storming off to find the person who dared make Astrid cry. But Astrid being the gentle soul could only soothe her friend with her calming presence and kind words, assuring her that everything would be fine while Kelsey recounted what had happened between sniffles.
That night after Kelsey finally fell asleep on her shoulder, Astrid managed to detach herself. She quietly gathered the remains of the tattered comics and hid them in her trunk for a later day. She couldn't fix Kelsey's heart right now but she would find a way to fix those comics. Making sure it was hidden so that Kelsey wouldn't see them, she tucked herself into bed.
Sleep eluded Astrid as she pondered Kelsey's version of events. Nothing made sense. She needed to get to the bottom of it and there was only one person she hoped she could count on.
