Chapter 81 - Fist Fight (2/2)

Cradling his rib cage, Terry says, ”I think I have a cracked rib. Bloody bastards came in just to gloat and thought we'd take it hands down.”

”Just what is going!” The cold voice of Lucius Malfoy can be heard as everyone hastily makes way for the Head Boy. Swift on his feet, Alchemy most innocently climbs off of Rosier's face, before weakly falling on his side and letting out a pitiful meow.

Lucius enters the dorm room and furrows his brow as he sees the two figures of Avery and Rosier on the floor and the bleeding, bruised figures of Severus Prince and Greenwood. ”An explanation, now!” Lucius coldly ordered, but not before gently bending down to pick up the pitiful figure of Alchemy.

Seeing his cue, Terry indignantly says, ”We were just minding our own business, Malfoy.” Pointing at the two figures of Avery and Rosier on the floor, ”When these two bastards attacked us.”

”Language Greenwood!” Lucius growled.

”My pardon, Malfoy,” Terry said. ”What I meant to say is that our fellow 1st-year dormmates came into our room to brag and we did not take it well. T'was Avery who swung first at Severus and I couldn't very well let that happen to my mate. And so, I went to help, but Rosier got in the way. We were getting pretty beat up when Rowan here came and got Rosier off of me. Severus than changed the fate of tide and beat Avery on his own. You can ask anyone!”

”Yes, I can tell,” Lucius drily said as he eyed the watching crowd. Everyone hastily departs before Lucius starts on them, but not before Silvia gives them a thumbs up and rushes away. The girls would get the details out of Rowan later when she got back to the dorm.

”I'm amazed to find that you are the only one that came out unscathed, Rowan Prince,” Lucius flatly said.

”Well, I did arrive rather late,” Rowan cheekily answered.

Frowning, Lucius is about to speak when Professor Slughorn's round figure appears. ”Goodness gracious, what were you all thinking!?” Professor Slughorn snapped. ”Who started it all?” His gooseberry colored eyes narrow as his jowls shake in anger.

Without hesitation, Terry, Rowan, and Severus point at the figures of Avery and Rosier on the floor. Professor Slughorn raises an eyebrow and says, ”I find that rather hard to believe given that they are the ones the floor.”

”Who says that the winner is always the one who starts it,” Rowan interjected.

Professor Slughorn frowns and says, ”I don't care, who started it, but I shan't have Slytherins attacking each other! Detention for a week!” Huffing, Professor Slughorn turns way, but not before saying, ”And off to the infirmary with all of you!” His bulky figure turns away muttering things under his breath.

”Yes, sir!” Everyone chimed as his round figure waddled out.

”Well, that wasn't too bad,” Rowan thought to herself. Which was true as they weren't docked any points given that they were in a fight and were only sentenced to a week worth of detention.

Lucius furrows his brows and snaps, ”You heard Professor Slughorn, off to the infirmary with all of you!” Casting a spell on the forms of Rosier and Avery, Lucius floats them away to Madam Pomfrey while gently carrying away Alchemy in his arms to be checked as well.

At a much slower pace, the three of them follow as Rowan slips an arm under Terry help support him, while Severus holds his sleeve to his bleeding nose. As they slowly make their way to the infirmary, Terry proudly says, ”Well, at least we got them good that will teach them! And best of all, we won!”

”Yes, well, given your fighting style, I don't think you should make a career out of it,” Rowan drily commented.

”Still it was a glorious fight was it not?” Terry said with sparkles in his eyes.

”Yes, glorious,” Rowan muttered as Severus huffed in reply.

Madam Pomfrey was already attending Rosier and Avery and lets out a cry at seeing Severus and Terry. Putting her hands on her hips, Madam Pomfrey says, ”Let me guess it was the Whomping Tree?”

”Right on cue, Madam Pomfrey,” Terry ruefully said to only painfully wince.

”Come here dears,” Madam Pomfrey said. ”Just have a seat, I'll have you good as news in just a jiff.” With care, Rowan helps Terry onto the white linen bed as Severus climbs onto the other.

”By the way, Rowan, where did you learn to fight like that?” Terry asked with gleaming eyes.

”Instinct,” Rowan lied with a straight face.

Terry wilts as Severus shakes his head and murmurs, ”Rowan may not look it, but back in muggle elementary school, she would take on those from two grades higher than us.”

”Really, a fighter, eh?” Terry said in delight. ”Why'd you never say anything?”

”It's not something I like to recall,” Rowan said as she took a seat in a soft cushioned chair.

Hearing Rowan's tone of voice, Terry changes the subject and grins. ”But we won.”

”That we did,” Rowan replied with a small smile on her lips. Not long after Madam Pomfrey billowing skirts were heard as she carried a tray full of bitter looking potions. Even if there were plenty of sweets to eat afterward, no amount of sweets could ever wash away the bitter taste.