Wormtail attempted to make conversation as soon as Prongs disappeared out of the portrait hole, but I wasn’t having any of it. Instead, I vented my anger at my so-called best friend by knocking the abandoned game of Gobstones to the floor. I couldn’t believe it – we detest Snivellus! Or, at least, I do – clearly James has other ideas.
I stormed out of the common room and as I strode through the castle, kicking everything in reach, I thought about Prongs, and why he’d gone after Snape.
Of course – he couldn’t bear to have the stupid boys’ death on his conscience. Not that it would have been all that tragic – who would’ve cared? No one appeared to like him, let alone love him. It was Prongs’ saving people thing again.
A few minutes later I found myself at the foot of the spiral staircase leading to the Ravenclaw common room and, to my delight, saw two third-years approaching. I leant against the wall and watched the lads hurry nearer, looking at me cautiously.
“Tell Victoria to come down, would you?” I asked politely, and after an exchange of nervous glances, one of them nodded and they ran up the stairs.
A few minutes later I heard the chink of heels upon stone stairs and Victoria appeared. At 16 with her long dark hair and red lips, she was my dream. She wrapped herself around me and I forgot about Snape and Prongs in an instant.