Chapter One
My first week back at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and I had already landed myself in a detention. Snape caught me trying to persuade a group of house elves to hide the entire wardrobe of the Slytherin house and it landed me a weeks worth of detention. While everyone else was enjoying their first free Friday night I was stuck doing inventory on the potion ingredients without magic.
"And make sure you're exact," Snape said with an evil smile before leaving me. Now he sat at his desk correcting papers as I went through the cabinets with my little clipboard and quill. I felt just like the complete toad Professor Umbridge.
The door opened again and I looked up expecting to see the back of Snape as he left the room but instead Filch and George Weasley walked in. Filch was looking very pleased and George was looking very guilty.
"Here's another one for you Severus. Caught him trying to jinx young Mr. Malfoy. Thought he might be able to help our other little criminal over there," he said nodding in my direction.
"Thank you Argus but I think Mr. Weasley might be better off cleaning off the chalk board erasers." George's mouth dropped and Snape pulled out a black cauldron full of erasers that need to be smacked together.
"Get to it Mr. Weasley or you'll be here all night with Ms. Constance." George snatched the cauldron from Snape and went to the opposite end of the room as Filch exited the office with a large smirk on his ancient face.
An hour later I was almost done with my detention and George was about halfway through with his cauldron full of eraser. Snape kept walking over to him and putting back the erasers he had already done and would need to do over.
"I need to run to the staff room for a minute. Don't bother taking a break or I'll know." And with that threat Snape left us, clicking the door locked behind him.
"That old bat is really asking for it," I heard George mutter under his breath.
"Just be thankful you don't have a whole week of this," I shot back dryly. I was exhaust it was probably around midnight and I had a huge pile of homework that needed to be done for Monday.
"A whole week huh? What the hell did you do?"
"I tried getting a couple house elves to hide the entire Slytherin houses wardrobe. Why did you try jinxing Malfoy?"
"Because he's Malfoy and that little slim bucket deserves every jinx that comes his way." SMACK. George clapped two erasers together and I lost his face in a puff of chalk.
"You're a sixth year right?" he asked picking up two more erasers and smashing them together with all his might. This seemed to be the best way to get them cleaner quicker.
"Yeah I'm in Ravenclaw. I know who you are of course. George Weasley and his infamous twin Fred Weasley, Hogwarts own trouble makers."
"Oh yeah I know you. Angela Constance right? You're a chaser for Ravenclaw?" I nodded and set down my clipboard and quill. Four hours of inventory but I was finally done.
"Yes, last year you knocked me clean off my broom with a bludger. I dislocated my shoulder." George turned scarlet but I just smiled to let him know it was ok.
"Sorry about that." He grabbed two more erasers and slammed them together, creating a large white cloud of smoke.
"Whatever it's just a part of Quidditch." I walked over and picked up two erasers. "Have you guys already started training yet?" I ask slamming two erasers together.
"Ah trying to spy on us are you? Well I'm not falling for that Ravenclaw wit I'm already on to you." I rolled my eyes and clapped two more erasers together right in his face. When he emerged from the cloud of chalk his face was slightly white and he was coughing.
"No we haven't yet. Harry's landed himself into detention with Umbridge and we actually had tryouts for our keeper tonight."
"That Umbridge woman is a foul toad. Can you believe her classes? No magic all book work. I can only take so much of that. But anyway did a lot of good people try out?"
"Half the people that tried out were blundering idiots but, believe it or not cause Fred and I sure didn't, our brother Ron got the position."
"Wow that's really great," I said approvingly and smacking another set of erasers together with a thud. This was such and unrealistic detention task.
"Yeah well we'll see how we do against Sly…" George paused and I sat in silence. I heard it too. Footsteps coming closer and closer to the door. I dropped the erasers and raced across the room to where I was supposed to be working. When Snape returned he found me sitting nicely on a stool with my legs crossed and my fingers entwined over my knee.
"Miss Constance if you are finished you may leave. I shall see you again tomorrow night. My personal storage needs to be inventoried." I hoped off the stool and passed Snape the clipboard before giving George a wink and exiting the dungeon.
It seemed to take forever to get back to Ravenclaw's common room. Twice I got stopped by teachers wonder why I was out and about after midnight and I told both of them the same story of detention in the same tired and bored tone.
After answering a pointless riddle about a hippogriff and a eagle the eagle let me in to the warm but deserted common room. I loved Ravenclaw's Common Room. Mind you I've only been in Hufflepuff's which was an ugly mustard yellow. But blue was my favorite color and blue entirely engulfed the Ravenclaw's Common Room.
I had just changed into my pajamas and was about to start on a potions essay when I realized that I had left my bag behind in the dungeon. I swore loudly and threw on a pair of my fluffy blue slippers before exiting the tower.
Very sleepily and very dizzily I proceeded down the long winding stone steps. This time I had to be extra careful not to bump into anybody because I didn't have a good enough excuse for being out of bed and would probably land myself in another weeks worth of detention.
I crept through the entrance hall and had to dodge behind a knight's armor to avoid Filch and his retarded cat. Someday she was going to get booted and I only hoped I was around to watch her soar through the air.
I began to shiver the second I entered the dungeons. I couldn't, for the life of me, remember what dungeon my detention had been in and when I went to reach for the detention notice in my back pocket I remembered that I had changed out of those pants.
"Damn it," I whispered loudly to myself. "I'm such and idiot sometimes. How could I have been such a stupid little…"
"bonehead?" a voice helped from up ahead. I looked up and saw George walking toward me carrying my bag.
"Oh thank God," I cried rushing over to him and taking the heavy bag from his grasp.
"No thank George," he corrected me. "Good thing I saw it on my way out. I don't think Snape would have liked you bothering him again for it."
"Yeah you're right he wouldn't have. Thank you so much." I flung the bag across my shoulder and George and I headed off together.
"Oi I'm tired. What time is it?" I check my watched and showed it to him. "One in the morning jeez. Angelina's gut us scheduled for a two o'clock practice tomorrow…or today I guess it is."
"At least you'll be able to fly," I said jealously. "I love flying. It's like being set free from a cage and you get to stretch every single limb in your body."
"You sound like Oliver Wood when he talks about Quidditch. I swear if he could he would marry Quidditch and they would live happily ever after."
"Nothing wrong with loving Quidditch," I said in a defensive manner as we stopped.
"There is when you're Oliver," he said. "Anyway I'm this way so I guess I'll see you around."
"Yeah thanks again for my bag." I waved him goodbye and headed back to my common room and my warm and welcoming bed.