bellamount

Alright, apparently I'm too busy/distracted for my own good and you guys will have to wait a while till my next post. See, next week I am really busy on writing days, then that weekend, Im going camping. And not just normal camping, rustic camping. So around the 30th, I will be back with all new postings!

Edit: Okay I'm back from camping but I'm still having writer's block. I will try to get chapters up as soon as possible so please hold on. I feel like I'm trapped in NaNoWriMo with no inspiration but I promise they will be done!

Yours truly,
The mysterious Author

The fallout from the latest drama feels like a void. Regina barely looks at, much less talks with Genevieve these last few days. What is worse is that there is a slight icy feeling when her Beauxbatons and Hogwarts friends are together. It fades a little over time and with some laughter, but it is still there, like a mosquito you can just barely hear in the middle of the night. Genevieve tries to push this out of her mind and focus on her schoolwork and on talking with her friends about the second task, but the tension is too hard to ignore. No matter how hard she tries, it won’t go away by just ignoring it; she had to find a better solution to this.

The next few weeks Genevieve cannot help but feel distracted as she goes through the motions of going to class, hanging out with her friends and going to the common room every night. There is a DA meeting to change up things, but a looming feeling of dread has been bothering her the last few days and she just cannot shake it. She receives a response from her mother a week after she sends the letter, but while it reassures Genevieve that it doesn’t matter what choice she made, it does not help her make a choice at all. Genevieve always hates when her parents leave things open-ended like this; when you ask someone’s opinion, you expect an answer, not a vague “do whatever you feel is right”.

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After the party, it seems like the whole world becomes focused on the Second task again. It is as if the Ball is a preshow and now they are onto the main event. Every minute they are not doing school work, Melissa is pouring over details of what that poem said with Pierre, who is equally interested in what its hidden meaning is. By the time Melissa’s birthday comes around, she has figured out some things but not much.

“’Shadows of the Dryads’ means ‘forest’,” Melissa repeats at breakfast for the umpteenth time, “That’s obvious. What creatures do we know could be dangerous to children?”

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It isn’t long before they all are out on the Quidditch field, Regina holding her broom tightly in her hand as she beams at all of them.

“My broom, my ride first,” Regina announces as she quickly mounts the Firebolt. A swift surge of wind blows past them as she quickly takes off around the pitch, nearly catching Lucy off balance.

“For an old model, she can fly,” Jeremy remarks as he watches Regina soar around the field.

The next day, Genevieve gets out of bed to find a note with her name in light green letters on top of her trunk. She looks at it quickly, tapping the side of the bunk bed to get Regina’s attention as she struggles to get her socks on.

“Regina?” Genevieve asks as Regina looks over at her, pushing back her blonde hair from her face, “Who is this from?”

“Oh, you got one too,” Lucy says as she bunches up her hair, attempting to make one of her pigtails while holding the rubber band in her mouth, “It’s a party for all the Hogwarts girls who couldn’t make it to the Yule Ball due to age or just didn’t want to go.”

It takes Regina and Lucy a little while to get out of the Hospital room; they didn’t do too much damage to each other considering the fact they are extremely talented duelers for such a young age. Genevieve is just glad they went easy on each other; things could have gotten a lot worse. The funniest thing that happens out of all of this is the looks on the other Slytherins’ faces when they see everything back to normal between the group of second years. Apparently the duel had looked fierce enough that everyone was sure that Regina and Lucy were ready to kill each other. If there is one thing Genevieve learns about dealing with students her age: never assume anything when it comes to relations between people. Besides, Noël is coming soon, and Genevieve is very happy that everyone is getting along for an interesting Noël in France.

It is Regina, sitting in one of the green chairs, obviously waiting for someone who was definitely not either of them. She raises a blonde eyebrow, staring at them rather suspiciously from behind her potions textbook.

“Want something?” Regina asks coldly as she stands up.

“No,” Genevieve replies awkwardly, “We just came back from the First Task. We thought that we would find Jonathan and Richard here.”