Sorry it's short, but I really wanted to get something up, as I'm busy the next couple of days. Hopefully this goes through.
Brad Silverspring, November 8th-
"That's it," Calvin said, kneeling his head to the table, pushing his massive pile of homework to the side, "I'm dropping out of Hogwarts. What's a good substitute for love and fulfillment in life?"
I considered it for a moment, "Crunchwrap Supreme from Taco Bell."
The response was uproarious laughter from half of the Gryffindor table. A week ago, Brad Silverspring had been quiet and moody, but now? I was back, baby.
Well, sort of. I had been doing my best to put on a good show all week, but I had been sleeping fitfully and spent half of my nights turning Aura's envelope over in my hands. I nearly approached Sigmund and Tim about three times a day, but never did. I don't know why I hesitated. Aura told me to open her letter; Aura told me to talk to the SBG. But I couldn't. Why couldn't I? Man, I was scared.
Some Gryffindor I am.
All of the sudden, a girl with neon orange hair flew behind Calvin and pecked him on the cheek. "Hey, Bradley," she smirked, with a quick wink. She knew I hated being called that.
Somehow, Calvin, the biggest dork in all of Gryffindor, had somehow managed to land a date with my sister, Cassie Silverspring, the coolest girl in Hufflepuff. (Not to be taken lightly, those 'Puffs are legit.)
"Hey, Acacia," I replied, grinning into my toast. I knew she hated being called that.
She raised her eyebrows, and pushed herself into a spot between Calvin and his sister, Mariah, a pretty fourth year with the same caramel beach curls as her brother and large glasses.
"So," Cassie began, piling her plate with toast. It wasn't necessarily allowed for students to sit at other tables, but Cassie considered herself quite the trailblazer. (Note the sarcasm, for my sake.) "Who's coming to Hogsmeade this Saturday?"
"Me," Calvin smirked.
She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I know. Don't make me regret it. What about you, Brad?'
Calvin, Mariah, and Cassie all stared at me expectedly. I didn't really want to go, I didn't even have someone to take anymore.
I was about to respond, when Lila cut in, "Sure he is! He can come with me!"
"That's a great idea!" Cassie piped, flipping her bottle-red hair. I glared at her. Cassie seemed to be desperate for me to get a date again. I loved my sister, dyed hair and piercings and all, but she really so annoying.
"I'm sorry, Lila," I said, delicately removing the blond's arms from around my neck, "I'm busy that night anyways. Sue wants me to tutor her."
"Well," Lila said, a knowing twinkle lighting up her eyes, "Sue won't be there anyways."
"What do you mean?" I said, turning in my seat to squint at her.
'Sue got into a fight with some guy from Slytherin," she said, reverting to her 'gossip voice', "Sixth year, I think. Something about her sister, I don't really know. Anyways, she set some weird jinx on him and she has detention for the rest of the week. She's never getting out of Slughorn's office, now.'
"Sue got into a fight?" Cassie exclaimed, mouth agape. Pretty much summed up my feelings.
"Holy-" Calvin murmured, "A sixth year?"
"I think," Lila said primly, happy to be the messenger of shocking gossip, "I don't really know."
"When was this?" I asked the girl, indulging her with a charming smile. Well, I hoped it was charming. Normally when I tried to be charming (i.e.: the first time I asked Arri out) I ended up looking like a Blasted Skrewt worm just turned his tail in my direction. Some of this stuff just better comes naturally.
It seemed to help, "Last night, in the library."
"Alright, thanks," I said, squeezing her arm. She smiled back and Cassie squinted at me. I shrugged innocently at her, like what are you going to do about it? She rolled her eyes and resumed her conversation with Calvin.
The rest of the day went pretty much as well as you would expect a school day to go. I had Transfigurations first, where Chad absolutely crushed me. And then Potions, where Slughorn said he was "deeply disappointed with my latest essay". And then Charms and History of Magic. Which I don't really remember.
Because I was asleep. Whoops.
The only class I was really good at was DADA. And I'm allowed to say that because I really suck at every other class.
To be honest, the only thing I really have going for me these days is popularity. I don't even know where the popularity came from. Maybe it was because I was tall. Who knows? Definitely not me.
Potions had ended early after Chad was injured. I saw what happened. And I wasn't sure if what I saw was an accident. I felt bad for Chad, yeah, but it was slightly overshadowed by our conversation the other night. But still, it was in my nature to be sympathetic, despite my best interests.
I wanted to talk to Sue, but I couldn't find her anywhere. Lila had been misinformed about the location of Sue's detention and so I didn't have any idea where she was.
Probably a good thing for now. I wanted to shake some sense into that kid. A sixth year?!
Looks like I have another Aura Portalsman on my hands. You know what? Let's hope not.
Finally, I gave up my search and headed back to the Common Rooms. A bunch of my friends were still up and I figured I could hang out a bit before bed.
My hopes were dashed as Calvin raced towards me, eyes wide and cheeks flushed pink, "Dude, I'm so sorry, I have no idea what happened."
I caught him by the shoulders, bewildered, "What in the world, man?"
He shook his head of shaggy brown hair, "C'mon, man."
He led me upstairs, my dread mounting with every step.
The sight was an absolute mess. My mattress was clean of the board and my sheets had been stripped completely. My chest had been turned over and it contens emptied onto the floor.
"I don't think anything's missing," Calvin said awkwardly, "But I'm not sure."
"No, no, no," I muttered, dropping to my knees and flinging through my sheets.
But my worse fears had already been confirmed.
Aura's letter was gone.
Sorry if this is confusing, but I figured we needed a reason for Brad not to tell Sigmund about Aura until later.
Mods, please let this through.