¹², FINAL FIGHTS OF FIFTH YEAR

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𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍.
chapter twelve; Final Fights Of Fifth Year
Reading between the lines, I'd say she thinks your a bit conceited mate. "

  FIFTH YEAR WAS wrapping up quickly

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  FIFTH YEAR WAS wrapping up quickly. Madeline had her routine down, Mondays and Wednesdays were quidditch practice, games were on the weekends. Tuesdays and Thursdays were reserved for studying in the library, as it was far easier to focus there, and every waking moment was spent divided between Bluebelle, Kai, and Nico.

  Nico. Things were different with Nico. It was as if he'd been a strongly shaped person before Madeline Potter, able to shove her into the shape of a perfect girlfriend, but when her fire sparked up it melted not only the mold but him as well. Living as a sort of deformed version of what he once was. 

  The boy was still easily jealous, but he'd learned to bottle it up. Madeline could spend time with her friends and there would be no fight, though Nico still insisted on walking her to classes, eating dinner with her, and being present for every single study session.

  Madeline wasn't sure if she'd tricked herself into believing she was happy, or if she was genuinely happy, but either way, fifth year was ending with minimal fallout and that was all that really mattered.

  "So, how do you think you did?" Bluebelle questioned as the girls took a lazy walk around the castle after their final O.W.L., the weather was nice and Madeline swore even the sight of a book would be enough to make her throw up.

  "Good. . ?"

  "Yeah, I think I failed too."

  "I don't think I failed," Madeline scoffed at Bluebelle's half-smile. "But. . . I dunno, my head hurts and I don't want to talk about school for six more months."

  "We'll be back here in three."

  "No!"

  "Maddie, don't mean to startle you, but I think your brother's holding Severus Snape in the air."

  Madeline's eyes blew to the size of dinner plates when she turned to where Bluebelle was pointing. And it was, in fact, Severus who was in the air, his pants on show for everyone to see, and James Potter holding him there with his oak wand and a sinister smile.

  The girls tried to make their way over and arrived just in time to see Lily Evans yell at James. Madeline was proud, but it was rather short-lived.

  "I don't need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!"

  The crowd that was once cheering fell silent.

  "Fine," Lily spoke coolly, "Then I won't bother in the future, and I'd wash my pants if I were you, Snivellus."

  "Apologize to Evans!"

  "I don't want you to make him apologize," Lily yelled before James could do any more damage to Severus, it was only then Madeline notice the gash on her brother's cheek. "You're as bad as he is. . ."

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