Girls, Corrupted- Chapter 1
Neve Patterson was seated at the Ravenclaw table on a bright, sunny June morning. Her eccentric light blue hair stuck up on her head, perfectly contrasting to her deep blue eyes. She had a round, pink face and a long nose, and was of average attractiveness. As she buttered a slice of toast for breakfast, she saw her Slytherin friend, Kyra Spence, join her at the Ravenclaw table.
The other were shocked at the sudden thud of Kyra practically leaping on to the bench. Many heads turned, and she glared back at them all.
"You got a problem, nerds?" Kyra said, glowering menacingly. They immediately went quiet and looked away.
"We prefer the term 'genius', thank you very much." Neve said, taking a bite of her crunchy toast.
"Yes, especially you, Neve. I swear you're the smartest person in this house. Always so clever and witty and logical…" Kyra said, pretending to gaze dreamily.
"You only say that so I'll do your transfiguration homework," grinned Neve, and gulped down some hot green tea.
"I am offended!" Kyra said in mock shock.
After a couple of drinks and a nice chat before morning potions, Abbi Clove came striding over to the table, her Gryffindor scarf was bobbing up and down and her blonde hair was fixed in place with multiple clips.
Neve sipped her tea and offered Abbi a jam doughnut, she refused curtly and pulled out a piece of parchment.
"Guys, who has done their potions homework? I need help, quickly, Professor Thomas might murder me if I don't." She said quickly, taking a seat opposite Neve and Kyra.
Neve sighed and pulled her homework out of her satchel for Abbi to copy. She took it gratefully.
"Hey, even I did my homework." said Kyra proudly.
"No, you took mine and I had to redo it," said Neve, shaking her head but smiling.
"Yeah, same thing," shrugged Kyra, "At least I was prepared."
Neve looked at her watch and said, "Come on, we don't want to be late."
The three stood up. While Abbi threw down the words on paper, as fast as she could, she bit her lip in concentration. Kyra pressed down her hair, flattening the ends. Her ebony-black hair had recently been chopped off. The short style flattered her pale pixie face, and made her silver eyes glimmer. She looked beautiful, but any boy would know that if they flirted with her, she would give them a harsh slap to the face... unless they were really cute - then she would only slap them lightly.
The three girls made their way to potions together, which had become considerably harder since the start of 6th year. However, they knew what they were signing up for when they applied for NEWT potions.
The attractive Professor Thomas sauntered out of the potions dungeon, indicating for the class to enter. As the three girls took their place around a circular table, Abbi said with an excited squeal, "Do you think he was looking at my arse? I think he was looking at my arse!"
"Oh my god, you're so lucky! He barely even notices me," complained Kyra.
"Don't be stupid, Ky, you're hot." Abbi reassured her. Neve sighed, not at all understanding what the girls saw in the 30-year-old Professor with the stubbly beard.
"Come on, Neve, you can't deny how sexy he is." Abbi said, looking him up and down.
"Yeah, you're right, I can't," Neve said.
"Really?" gasped the girls. Neve had always been blind to his beauty, no matter how many times Abbi and Kyra had pointed out each of his 'perfect' details.
"No," Neve deadpanned. Abbi sighed and shook her head, admiring the Professor from afar.
"You have absolutely no sense with men." Kyra said.
"Yeah I do. I like boys with black hair, green eyes, a cute smile, nice teeth, really intelligent -" Neve started dreamily, but was cut off by Kyra saying, "You can go on about Albus Potter all you like, but you can't change us. We like older men."
"I was not talking about Al!" blushed Neve.
"Bitch please, you never stop talking about him," said Abbi.
"You mean like you two never stop talking about your beloved Professor Thomas?" she said slyly.
"Touché," said Kyra.
Just then, Professor Thomas' gruff voice came from the front of the dungeon. "Right, class. Today we are going to be brewing the draught of living death - page 461 in your books. I'll just let you get on with it - go to the store cupboard if you need anything." He then sat down and put on a pair of glasses, pulling out a book.
Kyra and Abbi stood ogling him for a moment, then opened up their books.
Neve opened her wolfskin diary, where all of her secrets lied, even the ones that Kyra and Abbi were oblivious to. She scribbled the date on the next clean page, however Kyra came bounding over, carrying an ancient cauldron, as she'd smashed her own in fury, and knocked the quill out of Neve's long fingers, and the writing became a black smear.
"Ky! Look what you've done!" Exclaimed Neve, tears formed in her beautiful eyes.
"Neve, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to, it was an accident, I'm sorry, really. What is that, anyway?"
Kyra placed the cauldron on the stone floor and wiped the excess ink off of the oak desk, while Neve shut the diary, turned the key, so that no one found what was going on inside her head. She stormed out of the room, the air was ice cold in the large room, but outside the fiery lamps on the walls lit up and warmed the corridors. Kyra had finished, and her mind was racing, she grabbed the pot, the first one she'd ever used, and threw it on the ground, stamping and sobbing while huge tears streamed down her face and made a puddle on the floor. She also walked out of the room, fastening her robe and making sure to slam the door on the way out.
Everyone's heads turned towards the source of the sound, a group of boys chuckled, they loved seeing Kyra angry, especially as her huge breasts bounced while she ran.
In the corner of the room, Albus Potter stood brewing his potion over a high heat, it bubbled and he turned the wooden spoon. He missed Neve, he hated seeing her upset. While he waited for it to brew, he rummaged in the bottom of a silver rucksack, and felt out for the familiar feel of the wooden cover of his own, special diary.
Albus placed his diary on the desk, and thought about the stories it held - his fears, his deepest secrets, his loves. He couldn't bear it if anything happened to his beloved diary. He wondered what lived in Neve's diary.
The bell rung, signalling the end of potions, and the start of defensive against the dark arts. He packed away the remnants of his potion ingredients, and left the dungeon - and his diary.
Abbi noticed this and cautiously picked up the diary, put it in her bag and headed out of the room. Abbi was sure that this would prove to be very useful.