Chapter 237 - Shredded Scarf (1/2)
Suddenly, Rowan stiffened as Lily quickly glanced up to see the dark eyed, but fair, handsome figure of Vasco Vespucci. Lily quickly nudges Mary in the ribs as does Willa. Seeing the domino action, Silvia and Bethanie turned around to both gape at the Gryffindor.
”What?” Tiffany naively asked as she stared at them. ”Don't tell me! Is Professor Slughorn behind me?!”
Rowan slowly shakes her head as Tiffany turns around to suddenly freeze up in surprise not sure how to react. Vasco clears his throat and says, ”Miss Topsy, would you do me the honor of accompanying me tonight?”
”Ah, yes,” Tiffany somewhat apprehensive replied as Vasco bows and says, ”Then I'll eagerly await your presence at the entrance of the Great Hall.” With a quick nod to them, he hurries over back to his friends as the entire Gryffindor table erupts into whispers.
”What was that all about?” Mary said in confusion. ”I thought Vespucci liked the Ravenclaw beauty, the younger sister of the 6th year in our house, Zaid Patil?”
”Asha Patil?” Willa said, instantly all the girls knew exactly, whom she was referring too.
Only a year older than them, Asha Patil, was an exotic beauty. Long silky black hair in a plait, sun-kissed skin, full lips, and honey chocolate eyes that could melt the very soul. More than one boy had fallen for her charms, but to make matters worse, she was a beauty with brains. Top of her class, a powerful witch, and to mention she was Ravenclaws seeker to boot.
Tiffany bites her lips as if to keep herself from crying before jumping to her feet and rushing out. Silvia rushes after her as whispers burst no doubt fueling a new rumor about the two girls being more than just friends. Bethanie apologetically glances at them and says, ”Sorry,” before rushing out of the Great Hall.
”Was it something I said?” Willa said in shock. ”I didn't mean to imply that he didn't like her now. That's just what everything thought!”
”I know,” Rowan sighed as she got to her feet. ”Just don't worry about it. Tiffany is just feeling a bit sensitive today, that's all.” Lily nodded at Rowan as she and Mary consoled the now gloomy Willa.
Undisturbed Rowan makes her way to the entrance of the common room and says, ”Foxglove.” The wall swings open as she steps into the empty common room. Making her way to the girls' dorms, she suddenly hears stomping coming down the stairs and pauses at the foot of them.
”You!” Jezebel hissed as she barred her teeth at Rowan. Looking more like a gorgon right now than the sexy beauty she normally was.
”Keep your things to yourself!” Jezebel shrieked!
”What?” Rowan said as Jezebel reached into her bag and tossed a handful of scraps of blue wool at her.
”Stay away!” Jezebel snapped, before leaving a rather bewildered Rowan staring at the raving older girl.
”Studying for the N.E.W.T's must have finally made her snap,” Rowan muttered as she brushed off the shredded wool scarf remnants and went up the stairs. Stepping inside the dorm, she found Tiffany nosily sniffing as Bethanie held her in the arms as Silvia angrily paced in the dorm.
”Tiffany,” Rowan said, ”I finished speaking with Willa and she said it was mere rumors. I mean look at me, I'm supposed to already had several paramours! And all of you know that is not true at all.”
Glancing up with slightly red eyes, Tiffany sniffs and says, ”I know, but it still hurts.” Grabbing a hankie from Bethanie's open hand, she loudly blows and wipes her nose clean.
”We both know that he is only acting this way because it's true,” Tiffany sighed. ”His family must have heard of his romantic interest for Asha Patil. And who wouldn't? She's gorgeous and smart.”
Sniffing again, Tiffany pauses to wipe her nose. ”But we all know that I'm none of those things. All I have is a pureblood name that they really want. And that's why they must have written to their son to warn him away and let him know about our future betrothal. He's never once been nice to me before.”
”He could have easily been nervous,” Bethanie consoled her. ”It's not that uncommon.”
Silvia snorts and mutters under her breath, ”More like a bastard,” as Bethanie flashes her a warning look.