"What are the three stages of life?"
"Birth, what the fuck is this? Then death"
"Wow. Too true" Pansy laughed as I looked at her with a grin, my quidditch robes covered in mud as I held them in my hands, meant to go and wash them as I waited on Miles showing up as I felt taps to my shoulders
"Amelia?"
"Cedric?"
"Please don't be so depressing"
"I'm trying" I told him quietly, sighing as I looked up at him with a grin as my foot was nudged and I looked at Pansy as she stared at me with a look of both curiosity and confusion
"What?"
"I'm just wondering... what stage are you at?"
"Death" I told her with a scoff as she started laughing and I stood with a grin, slowly tilting my head back to look at Cedric who was staring at me, a look of major concern on his face
"Please don't"
"What? I'm telling the truth"
"I don't want you saying things like that"
"Well tough, I've been saying things like that for years-"
"And that's what concerns me more-"
"Pansy! Why are you sitting on the floor?" I asked loudly, cutting him off before I tilted my head back and grinned at him as he looked away with an eye roll as I turned back to Pansy who was tucked up against the wall in the potions corridor on the floor as she shrugged
"Got tired of standing"
"Lazy whore-"
"Amelia!-"
"Too damn right" Pansy scoffed as the two of us burst out laughing and I felt a pat to the back of my head as I looked at Cedric grinning
"Yes?"
"That's so rude-"
"No it's not-"
"Yes it is-"
"We love each other, it's fine-"
"Not the point. Apologise"
"What?!"
"Do it"
"But Cedric!-"
"Amelia, apologise" he told me, giving me a look as I turned away grumbling, crossing my arms over my chest as I looked to the floor, glancing away from Pansy's amused face as I mumbled an apology
"Thank you Lia"
"Thank you Amelia"
"Fuck you Parkinson"
"Amelia-"
"Hey! It was him that made you apologise! Not me!"
"Yes well I'm not going to tell Cedric to fuck off am I?"
"I'd hope not-"
"That'd be funny-"
"No it wouldn't" I told Pansy with my eyebrows raised as my name was shouted from down the corridor and we all turned, looking to Miles who was walking towards us with an amused look
"Hello"
"I've been looking for you everywhere"
"You have?"
"No"
"I didn't think so. Well, I bid you two farewell and I'll see you later" I told them as I quickly got away, walking with Miles as I waved to the two amused over my shoulder as I followed him down to the common room, expecting to go in as I followed confused after he turned right, walking down a small corridor as I followed as we got into the laundry room
"Oh. How come we didn't use the other door?"
"Because this door is for the quidditch team"
"Why do we have separate doors?"
"Because we're better-"
"Wow-"
"I know" he muttered amused as I shut the door behind me and dumped my robes onto the counter as he pulled a basket towards us and filled it with water as I dropped them in
"There's a very specific way to do this"
"There is?"
"There is"
"Why?"
"Because if you do it any other way you'll destroy your robes" he told me simply with a shrug as my eyes widened slightly and I tried to wipe the smile from my face as he started spinning the robes, changing the direction every few times or so before making the water bubble
"So what's the precise way then?"
"It's got to be a cool temperature and the turns change direction every four times"
"That's it?"
"That's it"
"That's surprisingly simple"
"It is, but so many get it wrong"
"So what happens, for example, if the water was at a high heat and it changed direction every two turns?"
"If you do it the way you say, the letters on the back will change colour and start to come off and the ties will become loose and weak and the stitching of the Slytherin crest on the front will start to come undone" he told me as he made the water in the basket stop before taking the robes out and hanging them up next to the others, still dripping wet as I turned to him
"Anything else I need to know?"
"Never put them straight in the basket when there's wet mud on the robes"
"But there was mud on my robes-"
"That mud was dry. If there is fresh mud on your robes you need to take the brush on the shelf above you're head and scrub it off before putting them into the basket. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a detention to get to"
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Storms Ahead
Fanfiction**trigger warning: this story will contain scenes of a violent relationship, self harm, attempted suicide, depression and anxiety** (I understand that this may be personal and emotional towards readers and that's why I'll leave it up to you to decid...
