Note: I do not take credit and I do not own Harry Potter. The only thing I own and take credit for are any characters I create. The characters in this story are original, but the universe is Harry Potter. *Penn Blades Creator* - story/show/299802-things-that-go-bump-in-the-night
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Many different words can describe each person's day and mood at Hogworts. Most students have a typical day that could be described as repetitive in a sense to them. The process at Hogworts is simple. Go to your classes, excel in what you do best, spend time with your peers and professors, eat, and sleep. If you get really lucky and excel exceptionally well at one of your classes then your professor might start mentoring you. Unfortunately, myself nor my best friend Penn are "most students". No, this is why we get stuck with detention instead of having typical days like "most students".
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I was sitting at my desk, attempting to ignore whatever uninteresting topic Professor Quinn in detention was spatting out, when I heard a whisper coming from the side of me, "Psst... Gwen..." Sighing, I briefly glanced at her without uttering a word. Penn's face scrunched up into frustration, whispering much too loudly with a taunting tone in her voice this time, "Oooh Guinevere... Guinevere!" I quickly stared her down at the mention of my full name. She knows what means I go to just to make sure other people don't know it. Why did my Mother have to curse me with such a feminine name? "This is all your fault, Penn. If you never started that fight I would be in my knife class as we speak." Penn gasped in shock, plastering on a heavily innocent face, "Moi? Well, it's not like you had to help, you know. You were enjoying it, Gwen, but just don't want to admit it. I could so tell." I straightened out my papers from the last class on my desk, sending her an annoyed looked.
Moments passed and Penn crossed her jeans clothed legs under her desk, stretching them out. She yawned, chewing what smelled like watermelon bubble gum, "Don't be so mad. We kicked their butts." She beamed greatly at her last statement. I knew she was right. We did win the fight between us and Candy. We didn't even get any bruises, just a few scratches from her cat fight. Candy isn't the 6th year's student's name, of course. That prissy blonde just think it makes her sound like a goddess when in truth it just makes her sound like an idiot.
Professor Quinn looked up from her desk, "Detention is over, students. You may leave now." On that note the few students who were there could have won a marathon at the rate they were trying to run out of detention. I grabbed my messenger bag and papers, narrowing my eyes on Penn who was standing up, gathering her things as well, "Okay, I nearly enjoyed it... but seriously, can you please pick a real fight next time? Getting caught by a professor while shoving Ms. Priss into the lockers over a stupid guy is not the highlight of my reputation." Maybe detention will teach Penn to not stick gum in some girl's hair and pick a fight with her just because she spoke to Penn's Flavor of the Week. No, nevermind, that's just wishful thinking.
Penn's lips curved up into a smirk, satisfaction clearly being the culprit, "I knew it. Sure, as long as people steer clear of what belongs to me and not them." I shook my head, knowing that would be the case. "Let's get out of here, Penn, before we're doomed to more freaking school work." We both laughed faintly, walking out of class and walking back onto the path of what made us not like "most students". We didn't even walk a few feet out of class when Penn said, "Man, it was great seeing Candy cry when we were done with her. I bet she knows who's boss now." I simply smirked, knowing she was most likely right. It would be a cold day in hell before Candy, otherwise known as Ms. Priss by me, would ever be able to properly defend herself.
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Groaning and yawning on my way to lunch I plop down on a seat next to Penn, cradling a mug of pumpkin juice in my hands and nestling my bag of books next to me on the seat. She glances at me in the middle of her massive eating ritual, speaking between bites of food, "It took you long enough. I went ahead and got food since you were taking so long." Before lunch I told Penn to go ahead without me so I could drop by the library for some books on potions. That can come quite in handy for some annoying pests. Sipping on my pumpkin juice, I reach over into Penn's infamous lunch buffet in front of her and steal a liquorice wand, laughing faintly, "Fine by me. You eat enough for an army anyways. Besides, if I don't learn the material needed for class then we're both screwed." Penn grunted at my last comment, washing some of her sweet food down with pumpkin juice, "Then we would just have to get some poor sap to do our homework for us." I couldn't help but laugh, knowing she was right on that.
Silently chewing on another liquorice wand along with my thoughts, I glance around the room and happen to see my brother, Edan. Muttering beneath my breath, "Well, that's just great. My day is officially ruined. Edan must yet again breathe the same air I do." Penn looked over to where Edan stood, flirting with a tall blonde girl wearing mirrored sunglasses in the lunch room. Now there's a winner of a girl. "I bet he's feeding her lines like, 'you have the cutest mouth' when he's really checking his arrogant self out in her lenses since there aren't any mirrors in here," she said. Unable to swallow my drink and laugh at the same time, I spit out my drink all over the girl sitting across the table from me, laughing. The unknown girl's face widened in shock while Penn laughed the hardest she has all day, snorting a bit from laughing in the process. The girl stood up, clearly annoyed and obviously unable to stand her ground, letting out a slight growl as her face turned red, "Well, I never!" Oddly her shouting voice was rather deep for such a tiny girl. She stomped off, perhaps to go clean herself up. "Well, I never did that before either," I said mockingly to the empty seat as Penn was trying to get control over her laughter. Everyone else around us was eating and talking as if nothing ever happened. Too wound up in their own stuff to notice, I suppose.
Penn picked up a slice of cauldron cake and began eating it. One of my favorite pastries. I heard an annoying giggle getting closer, an all too familiar giggle. Glancing up I saw Ms. Priss, sitting down at the empty seat across from me. I raised my eyebrow questioningly. Penn gave Candy the death stare, of course, considering recent events. She spoke in a tone a bit harsher than it should have been towards Candy, "That seat is reserved." Candy blinked her blue eyes innocently, speaking in her usual high tone of voice, "Oh? Who might that be, Penn?" I glanced down, noticing Penn's foot violently grounding into the floor. If Miss Priss knew what was good for her she would leave but as usual she never does.
A few minutes passed before Penn spoke. Through clenched teeth she said, "For someone who doesn't have a death wish." Candy laughed a delicate feminine laugh, "Oh Penn, you're such a kidder and have such an awful temper. You should try anger management. It might help." She merely smiled, picking up a nougat from Penn's buffet of lunch food, all of the innocence gone from her voice now, staring at Penn, "Before I forget, I just wanted to let you know. Theo Waters is really great at math. You remember him, don't you? Oh, of course you do." She emphasized math, clearly meaning that in a sexual way, though with Candy there isn't any telling if it's the truth or not. She popped the rest of the nougat into her mouth. Unable to resist I drew my leg back a bit and kicked Candy on the shin of her leg with a bit of force, using the tip of my boot. "Oh, Miss... um... Candy, I'm so sorry. My foot slipped. It's those bad reflexes, you know." Candy reached for her leg, rubbing it like a cat licks their wound. Suddenly she went from looking innocent to looking like a snake to looking like she was ready to wring my neck. I simply smiled as she shouted, standing up "Gwen! What the hell was that! That definitely wasn't messed up reflexes!"
Beside me Penn's foot was tapping the ground hard, which I could easily hear due to sitting near her. She stood up, glaring at Candy with the look of death in her eyes. Death was suddenly knocking on Miss Priss's door. The question is, will she answer it willingly or be forced to answer it? Penn stood straight with her fists clenched at her sides. If Candy didn't know Penn's warning signals by now then right now at this very moment she would. Penn picked up her half eaten piece of cauldron cake, venom seeping more and more into her tone of voice, "First off, no one and I do mean no one touches my food..." She squeezed the cake a bit in her hand, mashing it together as pieces crumbled down onto the table. "Second off..." In an instant Penn was leaning across the table, grabbing a hand full of Candy's hair with her cake filled hand, pulling Candy forward a bit by the hair as she screamed in pain, staring deadly into Candy's now fear filled eyes, "Theo might be good at 'math' but let's get one thing straight, Skank, I already did the subtraction with Theo. You're merely learning remainders with him now." Penn shoved Candy back so hard that she was literally thrown back onto her seat across from me. Candy stared at Penn in absolute shock as I slowly clapped my hands, looking at Candy, "Go run along and play now." Candy glared at me while Penn kept standing and obviously still needed to get some anger out.
All of the students in the room were quiet, most likely due to what just happened. One problem. I just realized that wasn't the only reason why they were quiet. Looking down the table I could see two very angry Professors walking in our direction. Sighing, I took a sip of my now warm pumpkin juice. Great. Lifetime ticket to detention here we come.