WAKE UP IN THE MORNING FEELING LIKE…ummm, oh crap.

"Alex! What was the next line of that song!?"

Its questions like this that usually starts the day here in Slytherin.

Wait.

No you can't think that can you? You think we're all like Draco don't you? That little idiot's bought us all down or brain washed us. Well I say little he is taller than me but…hey!

"GG! Where's Alex?...and why are you holding a first year upside down?!"

God…I sound panicked, gotta check that.

Jeanna (GG) was giving me this look that rather pointedly said she had not missed the light twist to my voice, so while Crab and Goyle (or dumb and dumber you know…) continued to suspend the little chap AND THIS TIME HE IS SMALLER THAN ME, GG swaggered on over to me the bright blue dyed tips of her naturally black hair brushing against her shoulder as she did so her dark blue eyes checking me over quickly. She wasn't checking me out nope the real reason she was doing it kind of sucks, she was checking for marks of a curse or anything.

It only happened once; in the first year as well we are in our final year now! I mean seriously!?

Anyway back to our Quidditch team captain currently giving me a lecture by the power of her stare…creepy woman. Just as my genius Slytherin brain was coming up with a "witty" comment Crab and Goyle started to look too, Crap and more crap just to be safe gotta come up with something.

And quick.

"If your intent on taking everything he has tickle him at his flanks he'll wriggle and drop his stuff quicker, and here I thought all Slytherin's knew this trick" sealed the comment with a sneer in the direction of Crab and Goyle.

I am to put it simply a boss.

And then my hair decided to fall into my eyes. Yay.

Luckily only GG had seen this, Crab and Goyle were torturing the first year (I was right all of his sweets and Galleons were falling to the floor) who by the way shrieked like a girl well a Gryffindor girl to be precise.

You know if precise was your thing I for one am quite happy to throw everything I own around my shared room much to the chagrin of my best friend Alex. Anyway back to the hair I rather elegantly (angrily) pushed it back behind my ear with the rest of my red hair, but rather shockingly I'm not ginger like the Weasley's my hair has a more I don't know bloody look to it, cool right?

No it sucks THIS CRAP DOES NOT DYE WELL! Tried to make it white once, must say this though I do suit pink might be to do with the fact my eyes are a baby boy blue sort of colour. Oh crap she's still GG's still talking brain tune in!

"…so then Goyle told me he liked shorter curvy girls so I gave him your number I just wanted to check you w-"

"YOU DID WHAT!?"

"Ha! Now you're listening! Anyway you wanted to know where Alex was yeah well she's still in bed but knowing how much noise you make when you're trying to find your duck slippers she's not asleep she might be reading though"

..I don't make that much noise even if I did I wouldn't care theses slippers are ducks. Ducks, they quake while I walk. This is awesome especially when Snape tries to address us and has a headache but that's a story for another time.

"Thanks I guess? I don't know honestly sometimes I feel insulted even when your being nice" *fake sobbing sounds* God my acting's awesome, well at least I think so the flick rather harshly delivered to my nose seemed to disagree though.

Meany.

"Ha-ha! Your welcome while you're back up in our room would you mind telling Rayanne she needs to get down here I need help with my potions work?"

"Oh yeah sure whatever~" As I turned I did the whole *I'm on it* hand wave. Been spending far too much time with the Gryffindor's recently…wait what I froze mid turn (majestically) "wait Rayanne?"

"Yep that is what I said right?" I knew from the constant glances back at the still wailing first year she was paying me minimal attention. Rude.

"Well yea-"

"Then can you get her for me I really need help with my potions homework!"

"You do realise she's as good at potions as Seamus right?"

"Wha~"

All of us in the Slytherin common room spun at the sound of furious stomping on the curved staircase (distinctly lacking an awesome set of duck slippers quaking their way along not being weird just saying) From the top of staircase we say hair angrily flicked out the colour was dark brown middle-ish length so it's not Ray…ALEXANDRA!

I was about to repeat my rather pressing question until I say hers eyes, usually a really pretty (#not jealous at all) pale green shade with a deep brown colour encircling her pupil but now all there was, was murder.

And not even the murder of Hufflepuffs! Professor Cumber-Roz will not be happy, I have no idea how that woman is actually head of the Hufflepuff house I mean all she ever does is complain about them!

But where I was basically shaking (majestically!) in my boots her gaze shifted over my shoulder to Draco who evidently was now leaning over the back of one of our chairs smirking at the show about to un-fold. 50 Galleons says he's gilded by the end of the day.

Oh I want to see him limp to the medical ward with that, matter of fact where's my camera?