Storms Ahead

|Chapter Seventy one : Split Discussions|

"Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"That you-"

"Decided to-"

"Quit your quidditch team?" The twins asked together after dumping themselves down on either side of me as I gripped tightly at my inkwell and put my quill down as I looked between them

"Why?"

"We're curious-"

"Obviously"

"How did you two find out?-"

"So it's true?"

"Answer my question" I said to the two as I looked between them, a smirk on both of their faces as they simultaneously shrugged and leant forward slightly

"Heard Flint talking to Pucey-"

"Didn't seem too happy-"

"Looked quite worried-"

"Frantic-"

"Paranoid-"

"But that look on your face says-"

"You did quit"

"Wait until Oliver finds out-"

"And the girls-"

"And the whole of our house-"

"And Diggory-"

"Oh yes, lets let Diggory know-"

"Let's go" they said to each other as they both went to stand up and I let go of my inkwell as I raised my arms and I grabbed their ears as they tried to muffle their noises of pain while I dragged them back down into their seats while looking between the two of them

"Let go!"

"No. Are you going to listen to me?"

"If you'll let go-"

"I'll think about it. Now you listen to me, I have practice tomorrow night and it's whether I go down or not that determines whether I do quit or not. Get that into your heads. I still haven't decided so don't go and open your mouths to anybody, because I haven't had practice yet. Okay?"

"Okay!-"

"Let go now-"

"Please Amelia-"

"It hurts" they both hissed as I let go and they both stayed in their seats with a hand over one of their ears as I started packing my things back into my bag, getting up as I looked to the two who turned to me

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a class to get to" I told them before turning, leaving the library as I walked down to potions. Sitting down in my seat I set my inhaler down in front of me like usual while I looked at the book on my desk confused before glancing to the note beside it

"What does it say?"

"I can make any potion I want" I shrugged as I started flicking through the pages, eventually coming across a potion that, when mixed with crushed bezoar creates a black smoke which spreads to every corner of the room and results in painful blisters rising on any exposed skin as a grin formed on my face

"What're you looking so amused about?"

"This is a cruel potion"

"Are you going to make it?"

"Of course" I scoffed as I left for the ingredient cupboard, coming back a couple of moments later as I started. Looking about awhile later I glanced at Blaise who was letting his potion simmer

"Blaise?"

"Huh? Yeah?"

"Can you cut this for me?" I asked quietly as I pointed to the shrivelfig and he looked at me confused

"I'm allergic" I explained to him as he looked at me surprised before nodding and bringing it towards him as he grabbed his knife

"How do you want them cut?"

"Evenly sliced at three millimetres thick. No more and no less, I'll only need around eight slices" I told him as he nodded and started slicing as I flicked through the instructions, looking for the next step as he passed me over the eight slices

"They're all the same, exact same measurements for them all"

"You're sure?"

"You're questioning my judgement?"

"I'm joking, I trust you. Thank you Blaise" I said to him with a smile before using his knife to stab at them and put them into the cauldron as I passed him his knife back, cleaning the spot where they were set down as a small puff of yellow smoke came from my cauldron and I smiled before pulling my cauldron forward and looked at the tar like liquid inside as I pulled a vial from my case and poured some in as I corked it and slipped it into my pocket before sitting down, just as Snape came over and peered inside

"Peculiar choice, Miss Black. Nevertheless, made to perfection as always, twenty points to Slytherin"