Hundred-Forty-Three: Talking Too Much

Entry For NOJOMO #22

.Tanya Faith.The Unlikely of Places

Told from Zeke’s POV

There wasn’t much to do at Hogwarts. As much as I tried to blend in and learn the ways of the new century, it was very difficult to make the adjustment. I don’t think a lot of people understand that. I used to live in a century once where we always dressed up and wore ribbons to tie pony-tails with. Oh the lives of the English. I also lived in a century when the guillotine was a dominate form of punishment. The wizards here seem to be stuck in an era of electronics and new-age magic. Not even Tanya understands why I have to study so much. I don’t know this magic. I never learned it. I only know ones that not even the school use. Dumbledore may know them, but not most people, and I’m embarrassed by that.

I sat with my book in my hand as I chewed on an apple.

“Congratulations on getting second place this semester. I almost thought you were going to beat me.” Hermione sat down beside of me. “If we were partners, nobody could hold a candle next to us.”

“Congratulations on getting first. It must be hard to study when you always have to wonder what trouble the-boy-who-lived will get into that you’ll have to save him from.” I replied as I continued to eat.

“Your fangs look sharp as razors!” She inched closer to me. “Can I touch them? Please!”

“Um….” I was amused by the question. “No, I’d rather you not. That’s odd…” I trailed off. “You’re about as socially awkward as I am,” I observed.

“Sorry it’s been stressful. I feel like nobody really likes me. I thought Piastol did and that he’d save me from my failing relationship after Celesi died but…then this new girl comes out of nowhere and I’m still not good then. Then there is Harry….I know we’ve been together for quite a while but he can’t stay away from…” Hermione was afraid to finish her sentence.

“Don’t worry. She told me all about it. He can’t help you, ya know. Just because he’s the boy who lived doesn’t make him disabled from a veela.” This girl was cracking me up. “Only certain people are, and I guess he isn’t one of them…well I don’t know. From what Tanya said, it seems they just have a soft part for each other and I have accepted that. You should too. It’ll help you sleep at night.”

“Gosh, you understand me so well.” She gushed. “Why haven’t I tried to talk you before?”

I gave her a weird look. “So we had a heart to heart and we’re supposed to be friends, now? Hermione don’t get this twisted. I mean I don’t hate you but this would be a horrible idea. Tanya would…its just horrible.”

“You’re right. She isn’t fond of us girls. Besides, Harry may have a raw perception for you. I just know that he cares about her so much to the point it makes me feel like nothing. Nobody likes me really.”

“I’m sorry Hermione but I feel like you’re fishing for compliments and I can’t give them to you. I’m a vampire, remember? I just don’t get that close to people.” I threw my apple away and walked to the door frame “It’ll be okay though. There are friends out there for you.”

Hours Later

I walked into the Great Hall with stride. I sat down beside of Kaden who was holding a picture of him and Tanya making silly faces.

“Where’d you get that?” I quizzed.

“Creevy took it before you went here. You were still with Anastasia,” He sat gazing at the picture. “Whenever she takes pictures, she has bird eyes. All beaded and black.” He said as I looked at the picture. He was right.

Just as I was going to start a new conversation with Kaden, I suddenly heard the wratch of someone. “EVERYONE LISTEN TO ME!” The whole great hall grew silent. “Draco was a death eater, and now he’s dead! If you loved him I’m sorry for your pain! I know exactly where you’re coming from. Remember the death eaters killed my love Celesi! No one is showing me mercy for that! Why not? Why was Draco so fucking special, but Celesi wasn’t anything to anyone but Luna and myself?! Draco made fun of everyone in this room on almost a daily basis. Even the Slytherin’s didn’t escape his tongue. I’m tired of people being scared of me! Acting like I’m a bad guy! Have I ever bothered you all before?! Have I done anything but try and help your sorry asses?! Especially you Hermione, acting like I’m some sinner you can’t stand to look at anymore all because you have a boyfriend now. I thought we were FRIENDS? And now you Fred? Back the hell off Aria man, I don’t know what the hell has come over you, but it ends now!”

Piastol was one some rampage. I have no idea what provoked it. Some people were giving him a slow clap, while others began to scorn back and throw food.

Told from Colin’s POV

Being away from Tanya was making my channeling thoughts even stronger, as it always had. Whenever I was listening to Piastol give his speech, Tanya must have tapped into my thoughts because all I heard in my head was

“I am sending that man a howler. You just wait!” Her voice was so loud that it was giving me a headache. Though the Great Hall was deadly quiet, I let out a loud laugh at the voice in my head. Poor Tawnie.

I watched Hermione run away as Harry chased after her.