Where was Eris? She thought until it hit her like a sledgehammer, Quidditch practice. She changed her course of walking and headed outside. She heard footsteps quickening their pace behind her and didn't have to guess twice on who it was.
"Where were you at breakfast?" Clare straightened out her skirt and answered,
"Catching up on the gossip in the courtyard," they linked arms, "Where are we going?"
"Eris, we're grabbing him to get into the Slytherin common room."
"Ok... why are we going into the Slytherin common room??"
"It's literally the only place where people don't snoop, everyone gets on with their own shit."
Clare furrowed her brows, "are you sure it isn't because not one of you sisters' friends are in that common room?"
Nesta glared at her. Clare laughed softly and changes the topic as they pass the owlery listening on the twitter of the birds.
"Rumor has it that Elain Archeron is taking Divintaions and is proving to be Firenze's best student...and Professor Trelawney's."
Yes, that particular rumor had reached her ears. She sighed, Nonna would not be happy.
Reading her thoughts Clare said, "We'll find out tomorrow, it could just be a rumor."
She was about to answer when the Quidditch practice pitch came in view. They both halted then started speed walking.
Cassian and Eris were snarling at each other. Some, not all of Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch teams standing behind their captains.
"What are you going to do?" Eris smirked, "Beat me into the ground? I'm pretty sure your blonde bitch will whisk you away to bed before you even have a chance to lay a finger on me."
"Oh trust me Eris when I start beating you into the ground no on will be able to stop me."
"I am ever so sorry I seem to have forgotten that Morrigan rejected you after the first night left a scar didn't it?"
Clare gaped. Nesta wished that she had just went to Vassa instead.
"To think this all started with a disagreement on who booked the pitch." Vassa drawled. Nesta turned to see Vassa in her quidditch gear.
"How the hell did it get to this then?" Clare asked.
"They've been at it from a long time," Vassa said to Nesta, "You need to go and stop them."
Clare nodded, "Cassian might be defending Morrigan but Eris is demeaning her for you."
That Nesta was really familiar with and she hated it but he wouldn't stop. She walked towards them. The Slytherin quidditch team that was hyping him up went silent as did the Gryffindor quidditch team. The second Eris and Cassian looked at her she recited,
"Silencio."
She glared at both of them. They both tried to speak to snarl at each other but...couldnt.
Eris sent pleading eyes to Nesta. She waved her wand again.
"Sonorus."
She adresses the quidditch teams. "I am awfully sorry that your sodding captains are not organized enough to get the fucking time table right, " She turned back to Cassian and Eris, "But that does not mean you get into a brawl on school grounds. You understand you might have your quidditch privileges taken away if Madam Hooch seen you."
She whirled and went to walk away when Cassian had grabbed her arm.
"Nesta, listen-"
"Don't. you. dare"
She snatched her hand out of his grip and stormed off, Clare and Vassa behind her.
"Practice is postponed until tomorrow," Eris' eyes were still on Nesta when he dismissed them, "We'll go over tactics tonight in the common room."
With that he sprinted behind her.
Feyre was so late to dinner. Her friends would probably be worried. As she traveled down the dim-lit corridor she heard voices. She got closer and saw her sister's signature black gladiator platform heels poking out from behind a pillar. She got closer and hid behind a different pillar.
"To find out who that necklace belonged to Nesta, should be next to impossible, the fact that Burke pulled several different strings to find out this much information Nesta is very much comendable." that was-Helion. Yes, that voice belonged to Helion.
"This is not much information to go on, Helion. You know what's at stake so what do you propose we do?"
"We wait. Wait until next Friday, when we have talked to her we will know what to do. I honestly think you should focus on tomorrow, you have to make sure that that bag is reached-"
Feyre's wand slid out of her pocket and thudded on the floor. she hurrily picked it out. She could hear the click of Nesta's heels. Shit, shit. Nesta put a finger to her lips.
"Homenum Revel-"
"Nesta?" Feyre came out from behind the pillar, faking surprise.
Nesta lowered her wand. "What are you doing here?!"
"I thought there was an intruder and my wand fell out of my hands i was about to pick it up and disarm you when I heard your voice."
Nesta nodded and jerked her head towards her Great hall. "Go I'll be there in a sec." Feyre hurried past, Helion smiling and nodding to her as she did.
Elain had moved from the Hufflepuff table towards Feyre. She stilled at the look on Feyre's face. Feyre grabbed her arm and dragged her to the Gryffindor table. The conversation stopped at the table.
"You okay, darling?" Rhys asked.
The whole story came out of Feyre in a flood. They all gaped.
"I honestly think we need to follow Nesta to hogsmeade tomorrow if only to find out-" A goblet was smacked down on the table.
Cresseida gave a sweet smile. Too sweet.
"Hey sweeties, so basically it seems like you have forgotten that our tables are right next to each other."
Her smile turned into a glare, "So let me warn you, you follow Nesta anywhere on any trip I will be sending a note to your grandmother about your... antics. And as you know being your guardian Nonna can do many things, so... stay out of our way."
Cassian growled, but before he could reply Nesta came.
"Any problem, Cress?"
"Nope, none at all. I was just about to ask if Feyre and her friends knew about the fundraiser Nonna is holding here at Hogwarts next Friday night."
"A fundraiser?" Rhysand asked.
"Yes, Headmistress Mcgonagall was going to tell us at the end of dinner so we can buy or order dresses in the next week."
They all excahnged looks, that's probably who Helion implied they should talk to. Their Grandmother.
"Oh shit." Feyre and Elain cursed under their breath.
