A/N: PLEASE READ! Hello! This is my first story ever and I hope you all enjoy! Well, technically it's my second but my first story sucked really bad so I took it down and trashed it. I think that I did a little better with this one. :) Plus, I had no idea where I was going with the other one, but I have this one somewhat mapped out. Sorry, if there's a few (I probably have more than a few) mistakes and errors. I tried my absolute best to edit and revise the chapters I'm uploading now as best I could. I'll probably go back and fix them later anyway.
Disclaimer:I don't own anything but my original characters. Anything that you may have read in the Harry Potter series does not belong to me, but to the incredible J.K. Rowling!
Ciao! Lovelies! :)
The Beginnings of Stress
It was a very ordinary day for Sabrina Sloane. Adelaide was gushing on and on about Professor Longbottom (which made her feel a wee bit sick). Potions was a complete and utter catastrophe, history was a bore, charms and D.A.D.A was fun, ancient runes was intriguing and she was handed two detention slips on the first day of the new school year. One, for running in the halls and another for nearly blowing up the whole potions classroom. So here she was now, cleaning up the mess she had made in the potion's room the muggle way. It was indeed professor Slughorn's duty to make her life much harder than necessary. She was grateful for having muggle parents, had her parents been of magic she would've received a dozen embarrassing howlers by now.
The dark-haired witch looked around for the portly potions' teacher before taking her wand out of her robes. She was growing incredibly restless cleaning without magic. And to think she still had three hours left to go…
"Scourgify." She whispered, pointing her wand at a desk covered in slimy yellow goop.
"Tergeo." She smiled, satisfactorily when the mysterious pink liquid was siphoned away.
She pointed her red unicorn-haired wand at the remaining mess of poo-colored slime that currently decorated the ceiling.
"Scourgify."
She brushed off the non-existing dust from her clothes and sighed contentedly. 'Old codger wouldn't ever know I had a bit of help...'
"Professor Slughorn," she called, as she poked her bobbed head into his office. "I've finished cleaning. Can I go now?"
The large potions' master looked at her past cauldrons and cauldrons of concoctions. He raised one fluffy eyebrow in suspicion and then said, "Already? Merlin's beard! That was fast! Well you still have—"
He turned his fat neck-less head to look at the analogue clock on the wall behind him.
"three hours left to serve. Hmmmmm…"
Sabrina crossed her fingers behind her back and prayed to whatever God was out there that he would just dismiss her. But sadly that was not the case, now she found herself in the trophies room polishing and buffing old rusty metal cups of praise. Oh, how she hated Slughorn. And potions. And anything that involved putting ghastly ingredients into a cauldron and then stirring them.
"Damn you. I don't even know how I ended up taking potions…"
An hour has past and she's gotten nearly nowhere. There were still three whole shelves left to polish. Sabrina sat down by a pile of silver and gold trophies, scrubbing like there was no tomorrow. The hideous brown stains just didn't want to budge. She sighed frustrated and threw the gold cup that read 'Harry Potter' at the opposite wall.
Sabrina was pleased to hear a deafening 'CLANK' of metal as it collided with the ancient stone. She also heard a faint twinkling noise right after the 'CLANK'. It was a pretty sort of noise, a magical one. The type of twinkle you hear in muggle Disney films whenever Tinker-bell showered pixie dust everywhere.
She stood up from her spot on the cold stone floor and went towards the gold 'Harry Potter' cup. She picked up the annoyingly brown stained cup and peered inside it.
Nothing. She looked around for where the noise might have come from. Oh, how she hoped what she heard was a fairy. That would be really cool. Her inner child was acting up again. She was tempted to start chanting out loud, "I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!" but that would have cost her a trip to the loony bin.
And loony she was indeed. She felt a slippery coldness brush the skin of her face, gently like a whisper. Faint whispers murmuring things she couldn't decipher. The wall before her began emitting a faint golden glow, thrumming a foreign, yet familiar tune.
Sabrina pressed her hands onto the wall. She expected her fingers to hit the stone cold wall, but instead she hit a transparent warmth that flooded her body. And before she knew what she was doing, she walked through the wall spinning and spinning, seeing nothing behind her closed eyelids.
REVIEW PLEASE! :)