It started with that stupid quill.
Well, actually, all of this started before we were even born, but the
latest bit of tourture Malfoy has brought into my life started with a
quill.
Charms O.W.L.
The last test of the year. Finish this, and then I was free.
Tap.
The proper incantation for a Cheering Charm is:
a)
Tap.
For a Cheering Charm is:
a) wing-
Taptap.
a) wingardium leviosa
b)
Tap.
b) Finite incan-
TapTapTap.
b) Finite incantat-
Tap.
Oh, that is IT
I turned around and gave Malfoy my perfected Glare Of Doom. Dad says I
look scarily like mum when I do it, but I think it's more like Nana
Molly's.
Either way, it usually has people cringing away and doing what I want.
Malfoy just smirked at me, and tap, tap, tapped his stupid quill on
the table.
Keep calm, Rose. Just because the Glare didn't work doesn't mean you
can't beat him. Oh great. I'm talking to myself now. Next thing you
know, I'll be getting a Dark Mark and dancing around You-Know-Who's
supposed grave like those freaks do every year.
What was I talking about again?
Tap.
Oh. Right. Malfoy.
I pictured the way he was sitting, streached out in his chair, with
his legs almost touching my chair.
A swift backwards movement of my foot made a pleasent thump, and he
gave a hiss of pain.
The tapping had stopped though, so that was goo-
Tap.
I'm going to kill him.
I whipped around in my chair, wand out, but he was ready, and
deflected my jelly-legs jinx, (what? I thought it'd be funny!)
It rictochrd off his spell, and hit poor Issy Thomas, a Hufflepuff
As I turned my head to apologize, I found myself upside-down.
He was smirking, the git.
"Happy with ourselves, are we, Malfoy?" I muttered, as I shot a hex at
him.
After that, it was all a blur of lights and dodging behind desks.
"MR MALFOY! MISS WEASLEY!"
Oh crap. We got McGonnagal mad.
"Have a biscut."
Um. What?
"Have. A. Biscut."
How does she make her face DO that? It's calm, but you know that at
any moment she could fly into a rage.
It's probably best not to make her even madder. So I took a Ginger
Newt and sat down.
She looked at us over her glasses and sighed.
"This is the twelfth time you have been dueling this month!"
And it would have been my eighth victory, if she hadn't stopped us.
"You have damaged a very old and valuable tapestry, Miss Thomas
was caught in the crossfire, and Madam Pomphrey STILL hasn't figured
out what's wrong with her!"
Malfoy snickered. That git! I don't normally like fighting, or hurting
people. But with Malfoy, it's a different story.
"Not to mention how this reflects on the school! If you continue with
this sort of behaviour, you very well might find yourselves in front
of the Wizengamot in a few years!"
She stopped, adjusted her glasses, and continued.
"So, to ensure that this does not happen again, you will both spend
the summer in a Muggle village."
Well, that didn't sound too bad. A free vacation, away from Malf-
" You will each have to give up your wands, to ensure there is no
danger of revealing yourselves to the Muggles, and your lodgings will
be at-"
Wait. What?
"Professor? How would we reveal ourselves, if we aren't going to be
near eachother?"
Wow. Malfoy just made a good point.
Maybe I should go look out the window for a flying pig.
"Youll be sharing a Muggle...ah, 'apartment', I belive they're called."
No. Nonononono. This is not happening.
"But Professor", I started desprately,
"No buts. You WILL learn to get along."
I'm going to die.
I'm serious. Even without magic, Malfoy will figure out a way to kill
me. He's a quick learner, I'm sure he can work out how to use Muggle
weapons.
Help
Me?