Iris Evans

Chapter 26: It Really Be Like That Sometimes

Ka really wanted an easygoing life. One where she could kick back and relax with a good pint of pumpkin juice. Where she can watch the sunrise each morning in a new place as she traveled the world with Ai by her side. Only because she knows she can't cook for the life of her. Ai had learned that skill from their mother before she passed.

But no, unfortunately her group of friends which consisted of a flirt, a struggling homosexual brat, two demigods (though she did not know of that yet,) and her precious little sister.

Though what really bothered her, was not her friends this time, oh no. Instead it was golden boy Harry James Potter. The same boy who paced back and forth in front of her.

"Out with it!" She hissed, her hair a birds nest as she sat in the Gryffindor common room on a Saturday. She rather be in her comfortable bed sleeping her day away then here, dreaming of the lands yet to be seen.

Harry pushed up his specks before clasping his hands. "Okay," he breathed, "j-just give me a minute to hype myself up. You kinda frighten me." Ka rolled her eyes but leaned back on the couch, her patience growing thinner and thinner. "Okay, Harry, you got this!" He chanted under his breath.

The boy looked into Ka's piercing purple eyes. "Did you, or did you not, take my diary?" He asked.

"Excuse me?" Ka stood up, pushing herself off from her position on the couch. Harry backed away from the girl who seethed in anger, her hands clenched tightly as she glowered at the boy. "Just because-"

"Ka!" The girl's head snapped at the newcomer who approached the situation with ease.

Ka scowled, "oh look it's the saint herself Hermione Granger here to save the day." Hermione huffed but stomped over to the blonde who was seconds from lunging herself at Harry. Hermione grasped Ka's arm and pulled her away.

"Come on, this isn't the time or the place," Hermione frowned. "Go back to sleep," she urged pushing her up the stairs. With a final glare towards the cowering boy Ka stomped up the stairs to the girls dorm.

Hermione flipped her bushy curls away from her face. "You know better than to antagonize her," she scowled. "We don't want another fight to happen in the Gryffindor dorm."

"It was just a harmless question!" Harry threw up his hands. A sigh escaped his mouth before he fell to the ground. "Girls are so complicated." He mumbled.

Iris shuffled towards the Great hall that afternoon for lunch. While third years were allowed to go on their trip to Hogsmeade, second years had to stay and study for their exams. Well those who wanted to anyway.

After an exhausting morning in the third floor corridor, trying to figuring out Nico's godly parent was and train him Greek swordsmanship Iris sought to stuff her mouth with all the food she could.

But instead she ran into Ginny. Stumbling back from the impact she quickly composed herself. "Oh, hello?" Iris mumbled. Ginny squeaked, her hands clutching tight around the leather bound book in her arms.

"Sorry! But I'm kinda in a rush so excuse me!" The younger girl gave a nervous grin as she attempted to run from the situation. Her feet automatically walking away from the encounter only to be pulled back from the scruff of her sweater.

"Woah, woah, woah!" Iris exclaimed. Her eyes raked over the girl's nervous apparence. Ginny's nervous posture, her sweaty palms and her dilated eyes showed that she was afraid. "Woah, what happened? Are you okay?" Iris asked.

Ginny gulped, her foot reaching back as she prepared to run for it. "I-I'm fine I-Iris," She stuttered, her pupils shaking. "I-I'm just l-late for somethi-ing. Okay?"

Iris frowned, the girl stepped back and held her hands up in defense. "Look you're obviously scared about something, and I just want to know if I can help in any way. We can go and tell a professor, McGonagall is your head of house so we can go to her."

"No!" Ginny yelled, lunging herself foreword. She dropped the diary for a second and let it splatter onto the floor. The rustic pages fell open and there was the sloppy inky penmanship of her brother, along with the delicate green ink that accompanied it. "You can't!" Iris' eyes snapped up from the floor to see Ginny's own brown ones. "Please! This is is something I have to do on my own." Her loud yell lowering itself into a whisper.

Ginny quickly backed off and grabbed the diary before running down the corridor. "Ginny!" Iris yelled, "wait!" Iris sighed as she pushed her hair back, running through the wavy threads with her hand.

"People these days, always up to something so shady!" She whined like a hypocrite. Iris then ran down the same corridor, hoping to catch up with Ginny. Her shoes clicking against the stone floor only for her to stop at the edge of the staircase.

Iris held a hand on the wooden banister, the stairs shifting once a while and from where she stood, Ginny's bright red hair shone from the second floor. Iris watched sections of the stairs shift and move across the room, an idea, a truly reckless idea came to mind.

"Oh gods please be with me!" She prayed. Grasping the banister with one hand she flipped herself off the edge trying to aim her body to the section of stairs that was moving below her.

The fall was short but painful as edges of the steps dug themselves into her ribs as she tumbled down the short flight of stairs.

Ginny looked up at the noise to see Iris clutching her side, where sure enough a bright purple and blue bruise would form later that day. With a squeak she turned the corner to the first floor bathrooms.

Iris quickly stood up and chased her down the corridor once more, passing by many of the portraits as possible who glanced to see a wave of red without a care in the world.

Slamming the door open to the infamous Moaning Myrtle bathroom she could see it empty. The cries of the ghost unimportant for now as there was no sign of Ginny or the diary that she held.

Iris offered a small apology to the ghost who only wailed on some more before turning her back, facing the decorative (for once) shiny piece of armor that stood opposite of the wall.

Only to find sticky yellow eyes staring back into her own blue ones.