So, Jesse is Isabelle's brother. I hope you enjoy this. I loved writing it. :) Also, if you need me to write another one, I totally can, but it's two in the morning and I'm actually not tired, but I need sleep. Bye!
I poked Luca in the shoulder for the millionth time. “Are you done now?”
He huffed. “Piper, I told you, this project could take the whole night. Babbling gives us homework longer than the Mahābhārata.”
He waved his hand dismissively. “It’s the longest epic poem ever written. It’s Sanskrit.”
I gave a long groan and flopped on the couch, resting my head on his parchment. He pushed me off and I sat up, my chin in my hands as I watched the dancing flames in the fireplace. I was bored. And boredom did not get along with me.
His eyes rolled upwards. “What,” he snapped.
“Yes, I noticed. Why don’t you go kiss Jesse or whatever it is you do when you’re not pestering me?”
“Shut up, dummkopf!”
He gave me a wink. “I’m joking. Go find your friends.”
“Fine, but pleeeaaase finish soon. You promised me a game of rugby and I won’t let you forget it.”
“I know you won’t. That’s the problem.”
I laughed teasingly and gave him a kiss on the cheek, standing. “I love you. Have fun!”
He scoffed. “Yeah, right. Love you too.”
Grabbing my bag on the way, I left the Common Room and I could’ve sworn I heard Luca sigh the second the portrait was closed. I jogged down the stairs and made my way to the courtyard, where my friends had said they would be. It took longer than it should have because I had to greet about the entire school on the way.
Finally, I reached a group of students who were sitting on the grass, chatting or casting spells or doing homework. When they saw me, they waved wildly and cheered. I gave a curtsy and sat next to Jesse Grey, a tall dark-skinned Gryffindor boy. He had been my best friend since as long as I can remember. We weren’t a couple, but everyone asked if we were dating. We were just friends.
“Where have you been?” a blonde Ravenclaw named River Jones asked.
“The Common Room. Luca promised me a game of rugby but he has too much homework.” I stuck my tongue out.
“Too bad you have to hang out with us, eh?” Rebecca Morris, a Slytherin, said dryly.
I wrinkled my nose. “Aw, Becca...”
She smirked. “I get it. Brothers before others.”
I laughed. “What can I say? I’ve got five of them.”
“That’s practically half the population,” Asher Davis, a brunette Gryffindor boy stated sarcastically.
Asher’s girlfriend, Baylee Hutchinson, a Hufflepuff, poked him in the ribs. “Be nice, Ash.”
“I’m only joking,” he defended. Then he kissed her on the cheek and she grinned.
The kiss seemed to trigger something for Jesse and he asked, “Have you seen Hogwarts’s newest otp?”
“You mean Duncan and Barnes?” a Slytherin named Rhett Tyler said. “They’re nothing but star-crossed lovers.”
“That’s just because things didn’t work out between you and Kaylee,” Rebecca pointed out.
Rhett flinched as if he’d been shocked. “That’s not true. I just have a feeling they won’t end well.”
“She has been pretty friendly with the Cloverfield boy for a while now,” a dark-haired Ravenclaw, Sierra Reed, admitted.
“Aw, those two are just friends,” I argued. “I understand boys all too well and there’s an obvious difference. Cloverfield is a brother, Duncan is a boyfriend.”
“Whatever you say, Meadows,” Rhett said, not believing a word out of my mouth.
I decided to change the subject. “Where’s Sami?” Samantha Starr was a Gryffindor and nearly as dynamic a friend as Jesse. But Jesse was just a hair higher on the totem pole.
“She had to study for a huge Arithmancy quiz,” River explained. “She procrastinated and was stressing to the point of collapse, so I advised studying in the library with a couple of my Ravenclaw friends.”
“Nerd,” Asher coughed, earning another poke from Baylee. He just laughed.
River narrowed her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. “We’ll see who’s laughing when you’re stuck cleaning the Ministry entrance toilets.” She returned to the book she had in her lap.
“We’ll see who’s laughing when I flush a detonator down those Ministry entrance toilets,” he whispered.
We all held our laughter back except Rhett, who nearly spewed the water he was drinking. Just then we saw a familiar couple walking down the path, hand-in-hand.
“Well if it isn’t the star-crossed lovers themselves,” Rebecca said, glaring accusingly at Rhett.
“How can you say they aren’t perfect for each other?” Baylee said as her fingers intertwined with Asher’s.
He shrugged. “They’re young and eager. It won’t work out.”
“That’s cold, mate,” Jesse added, shaking his head.
Rhett gave an indifferent look and shrugged. “Just stating an opinion.”
“You need to let it go,” I said, “Just leave them be. They’ll work it out how they want to work it out, and if it does work, that proves happy endings are possible.”
The Slytherin rolled his eyes. “That wasn’t cheesy at all.”
Sierra pushed him. “Go soak your head.”
He shook his head. “Every day I wonder how this group grew to become friends.”
I gave a laugh. “You’re not the only one.”
As Fuzzy and I walked across the courtyard, I saw a group of students sitting on the grass. Among them was a Gryffindor, Piper Meadows. We had never really grown close, but she and Asher Davis hung out with Baylee Hutchinson in the Common Room sometimes. All three of them were always nice, but I’d only ever made small-talk with Piper when Baylee and Asher got a little too gushy.
“What about Piper Meadows, aye?” I asked. As if on cue we made eye contact and waved at each other.
“What about her?” Fuzzy replied.
“D’you think she’d want teh join the SBG? Would she be a good member? I mean, I’ve seen her talking teh Tim, so there’s connections there. She’s nice, determined, strong as an ox. What d’yeh think?”
“I think you should ask Sigmund. I’m new to this so I don’t think I’m the best person to be asking for recruitment advice.”
“Right.” I blushed slightly.
As we walked to the Hufflepuff Common Room holding hands, we got a couple whistles, mainly from Gryffindors, but each one just made Fuzzy’s grip tighter. Eventually, I patted his hand with my free one and he relaxed sheepishly.
We reached the CR and found two brown bean bags under a shelf of spices. Fuzzy pulled out a book on medicinal plants and I pulled out Dumbledore’s Army and began to read a chapter with the same title, as Hagrid had told me.
I was surprised to find out that Hermione Granger founded a club, led by Harry Potter, much like the SBG, to learn spells and protection tactics in secret. They used the Room of Requirement, like Roxy had showed me, which was originally found by none other than Professor Longbottom.
I also learned that they created Dumbledore’s Army due to a lack of learning, thanks to the DADA teacher, Professor Umbridge, who found no need to explain how to defend oneself against the dark arts and only believed in teaching by the textbook.
Eventually, the truth-potion, Veritaserum, was used on Cho Chang and she was forced to reveal their secrets. During the time Dumbledore’s Army was thriving, many students were able to find growth in themselves and harness powers they never knew they had.
After Hogwarts was overrun by Death Eaters, DA was restarted by original members Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and Ginny Weasley. It brought everyone together and picked up exactly where it left off, also bringing Harry, Ron, and Hermione back to Hogwarts to fight.
I couldn’t wait to share my new-found knowledge with Sigmund and I quietly explained it all to Fuzzy. He held on to every word, his eyes big. Once, I trailed off mid-sentence and he gave a lopsided grin.
“Stop it!” I admonished, fighting a smile.
“Stop what?” He looked so innocent.
“Yer distracting me. Stop bein’ so adorable.”
He leaned over and kissed my nose. “You’re the adorable one. Continue.”
I was flustered and giddy as a newborn foal, but I finished my recap. Fuzzy was just staring at me, an admiring look on his face. My cheeks grew hot.
“Were yeh even listenin’?”
“To every word. You are so lovely when you’re excited.” He blinked and returned to normal. “I love this idea. You need to share it with the group. Next Slug Party?”
“Yer a genius, Fuzz!”
“I know,” he joked. He returned to his book and I continued reading a section on what they practiced during DA meetings. Fuzzy took my hand, kissing it, and continued to hold it as we read. I knew some of the whispers around the room were about us, but I didn’t care a single bit. I was too distracted by the quivering excitement inside me because I finally knew we, the SBG, were actually going to make a difference.