"The Mistakes that Change Us"
Part One
By: Deep Shadows and Eckostalker
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Author's Note:This is a birthday present for our buddie, FerPotter/Ferporcel... She wanted something comic, so thats what she got, but what is a Misfits Work with out some drama?... We don't own anything that JK Rowling did, but Trysta and Ashley Belong to us, seeing as we are us, Fernanda belongs to Ferpotter, seeing as that is herself, and Kelsey belongs to Dogedoos seeing as that is her... Any other random poeple are ours along with Ravensdorm Potion's Academy... Enjoy, Rerd and Review, and Toodles...
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Ravensdorm Potion's Academy. 11:35 am. Professor Stewart's Potion's Lab...
Fernanda Porcel sat in her 'Poisons and Their Place in Politics' class, their stout and talkative professor quickly writing some assignment for the class on the board with flick of her wand. Her friend, Kelsey Deus, leaned over towards the brown haired girl with glasses, snickering as usual and also, as usual, not paying much attention.
"Hey nanda, you know what?" She chuckled as Fernanda rolled her eyes at her in the customary fashion, watching the professor and jotting some helpful notes from other written assignments on the board.
"What?" Fernanda sighed and Kelsey smirked in her giggling, also watching their professor with amusement, shaking back her frizzy auburn hair.
"Professor Stewart just reminded me of someone I haven't thought of in a long time." Kelsey laughed quietly and suddenly Trysta, Fernanda's table partner, leaned over to her and asked curiously as she overheard, chewing on a quill.
"Who is that, Kels?"
Kelsey laughed and Ashley, Kelsey's table partner and Trysta's short twin sister, laughed out loud, having been unable to hold in her constant giggling any longer. Kelsey joined her in her laughter and had to take a moment to breath, drawing several slightly indignant stares from their fellow classmates.
"Snape!" Kelsey spit out between laughter. Fernanda shook her head in slight confusion, wondering if she had heard right.
"Snape? Why?" She questioned, looking to the professor and trying to see a logical resemblance, and Trysta chuckled as her sister fell out of her chair, sprawled gracelessly on the stone floor and looking up at them with a huge grin.
"Because she used the line 'bottled fate'. Remember first year, first day of potions?" Kelsey spoke, having calmed down due to a stern look from their beauticious poison's professor. Fernanda, recalling that long ago day, joined in the chuckling, but only briefly, as some slightly disgruntling words caught her eye. She looked up at the board and her breathing hitched as she read the written instructions.
'Sign up for mandatory Understudy Month at the end of class...'
Kelsey must have seen it too, because she voiced her shock, looking at the board with an open mouthed stare.
"Mandatory? I thought you said it might be mandatory Professor!" Kelsey yelled in her outspoken fashion and Fernanda shook her head as Trysta whispered to her quickly and with determination before someone could say otherwise.
"I call Professor Byron... But I don't think I'll learn anything though, not with that guy in the room." Trysta stated with a smug look as she crossed her arms and Fernanda snorted.
"I'm sure. What about Ashley?" She questioned and Trysta smiled.
"Ashley is a big girl, she can take care of herself." Trysta smirked and Ashley glared, throwing a note at her and leaning back once again on her chair on two legs, tapping her quill on the desk. Fernanda caught the flying piece of parchment before it hit Trysta and opened it curiously.
'Hey, I feel sorry for the poor fool that gets Snape... Thought the teacher said he hasn't had but one understudy in ten years... Greasy git...'
Fernanda shook her head with a smirk as the teacher began her lecture on the Assassination of the Duke of such and such with the root of so and so. Fernanda wasn't paying much attention anymore as she thought to her self with a new interest, leaning back in her seat. One in ten years, eh... Maybe I should choose him just to annoy him... And sure, to see my old Professors... Hmmm... Maybe...
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 3:50 pm. The Potion's Classroom...
Severus Snape fell into his chair with a sigh of satisfaction, having scared a group of third years into utter silence as was his usual wont to do. He was having a fairly decent day so far actually. He'd given three detentions to the Gryffindor Prefect for not moving out of the way fast enough, scared a first year out of their wits by just looking at her, and had successfully met his quota of giving about thirty failing grades on the last exam he had given in all his classes. So far, so good. But there was still this incessant nagging in the back of his mind, an anticipation of some unseen event rising in his chest, and he knew that something was about to happen, and he also knew it wasn't going to be a promotion.
As if acting on cue from his instincts, Headmaster Dumbledore walked in with his cheerful 'I'm-about-to-give-you-a-job-you-don't-want' look on his face of which Severus knew all too well. Severus sighed as the his third years meekly looked up, hoping for some kind of safeguard from the wise wizard.
"Headmaster." He stated in a greeting of sort and the Headmaster nodded in return, walking up to his desk.
"Severus. I have an interesting letter for you from Ravensdorm Potion's Academy. It seems as though one of our own has decided to return to us for a short duration, and has unsurprisingly singled you out. I hope you're up to the job of taking on another student Professor, or a more suitable title, an understudy." Albus told him and Severus took a silent moment to process the startling information.
"A what?" He questioned dumbly, wondering if he had heard right and Dumbledore looked over his spectacles at him, a serious but yet bemused twinkle in his eye.
"An understudy, Severus. A rising potion's student who is going to study under you for a month, if that helps any." He explained with less of his usual riddling, and Severus rubbed his temples, knowing he couldn't act like he didn't understand.
"Who? I haven't had an understudy in years. And I like it that way." Severus snorted lowly and Albus looked at him sternly, with his back to the students. Severus hated being reprimanded in front of his classes, no matter who it was.
"I haven't the honor of knowing Severus, but SHE will be here tomorrow morning. I just thought it would be fair to grace you with the knowledge. I'll let your return to your class now." Dumbledore spoke and nodded to him before he walked out of the room, smiling assuring at the students.
And just because he was upset, Severus assigned another five inches to their homework at the end of the class, unknowingly also cursing himself with the added time he'd have to put in to read them. But he wasn't quite in the mood to care.
Who would want to be MY understudy... Maybe some idiot graduate from Durmstrang... Severus thought to himself darkly as he stormed out of the room, none too happy about the sudden arrangements.
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Ravensdorm Potion's Academy. 9:15 pm. The Girls Dorm room...
"You have WHO! What, did you get the short straw or something?" Ashley exclaimed dramatically as she plopped on her bed in their dorm, feet waving in the air as she stared at Fernanda with astonishment. Fernanda pushed her glasses up on her nose as she packed her bag, determined to look steadfast in her choice.
"No, I chose Hogwarts." She replied simply and Kelsey spun her around, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her, staring at her with wide eyes further emphasized by her wild hair.
"You choose to deal with Snape for one whole month! Who has you under the Imperious curse? I swear, I'll kill them." She asked with a growl and at that moment, Trysta walked in with a large bag of chips and a dreamy smirk on her face, sighing to herself. Fernanda, desperate for something else to talk about, talked to Trysta, distractedly changing the subject.
"What's the goofy grin for?" She questioned with a knowing smirk and Trysta blushed, setting the bag on the counter lazily, turning with a distant look in her blue eyes.
"Professor Byron... he said he was looking forward to teaching me tomorrow... I almost drooled on myself..." Trysta sighed in an airy tone as she collapsed on Fernanda's bed, closing her eyes with a smile. The room erupted into laughter at her and Fernanda went back to packing her bag, rolling her eyes.
"So. I heard you got Snape, Nanda. Good luck." Trysta replied mockingly, throwing a pair of Fernanda's socks at her. Fernanda dodged the flying clothes and closed her bag with a snap.
"Well. I'm ready. Tomorrow, I'll be eating at Hogwarts." Fernanda stated confidently as she snatched Trysta's bag of chips and opened it, snacking on a few as she smiled at her group of friends who continued to stare at her like she was drugged or something. But she was quite sure she wasn't, and ever so eager to get started on this new challenge.
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 8:25 am. Severus Snape's Quarters...
Severus sat in his quarters, debating seriously on if he really should go to breakfast as he propped his feet on a table in front of him. He knew if he didn't go, the understudy and Minerva would come to his quarters, and he'd probably receive some sort of tongue lashing, but also if he didn't, Albus would take the time to remember that he did have a rebellious streak and no doubt come himself. And Severus by no means wanted another meeting with that old coot.
Not that it would do Severus any good to rebel, but it would feel damn good anyway. There were just some days he felt like he was the Headmaster's errand boy, and he was getting mighty sick of it.
There again was that nagging feeling he had that was starting to bug him, the one that told him that acting like a spoiled child and sitting through a meal in his rooms would let this understudy think he was afraid. Ha! He wasn't afraid, no, not Severus Snape. He had looked fear in the face and had sneered at it without a second thought.
"That's it. I'm going, and that's that!" He yelled angrily at his empty quarters, half-hoping to hear some sort of answer telling him not to.
But he wasn't that insane yet, and so with that, he stood, grabbed his cloaks and stormed out of his room, heading in the direction of the Great Hall with a scowl angry enough to cow a dragon. Knowing he was late, he smirked grimly, knowing it would add agitation and menace to his entrance, of which always made him feel good as well.
Heavens knows who this young woman was, but he wanted his first impression to be fearfully demanding, to make her think twice about ever considering him as a teacher once again. He stormed into the Great Hall in a flurry of cloaks, startling quite a few students as he stalked to his seat at the Head Table. And, giving a withering glare to a random Gryffindor, he sat down next to Remus Lupin with a huff.
"Are you having your own demented version of a temper tantrum or what?" Lupin whispered mockingly and Severus glared at him scathingly.
"Mind your own damned business." He hissed and Remus drew back a bit, a feigned look of shock on his amused face.
"Gods you're touchy. What, a potion explode or something?" Remus asked, his tone humorous and light and Severus turned from him, ignoring the way-too-chipper idiot. He heard Minerva lean over to Remus, asking lowly, as if he couldn't hear.
"What's the matter with Severus?"
Remus's reply incensed him even further. "He's just throwing a fit because he doesn't want an understudy." Remus whispered, rolling his eyes. Maybe Severus should have stayed in his quarters.
"Remus, I am not having a fit!" Severus barked loudly and indignantly, turning every head at the Head Table his direction, making Remus snicker as Severus snapped his mouth close.
"Whatever you say Sev." Remus replied with a chuckle and Severus snorted, going back to his food and grumbling darkly under his breath as he kept his gaze on his plate.
At that moment, the half-giant walked in, a small woman following him calmly. He growled instantly as he recognized her, eyes narrowing in remembrance. She walked into the room, looking as cheerful and boisterous as she had two years before, smiling at every person that looked her way. Severus looked at his former bane of his existence, Fernanda Porcel, and the first almost groaned words out of his mouth were.
"Oh no, not you again..."
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Hoggesmeade Train Station. 8:03 am. Car 1311...
Fernanda stepped off of the train, inhaling in satisfaction. The air tasted and smelled just as she'd remembered it as a student. She looked around in surprise, seeing a large towering form approaching her.
"Mornin' Ms. Porcel." Hagrid's voice spoke cheerfully and Fernanda smiled up at the half-giant.
"Hello Hagrid. Did the headmaster send you to escort me?" Fernanda questioned jokingly and Hagrid smiled warmly.
"As a matter of fact 'e did. Tol' me 'Hagrid, Miss Porcel is a comin' and I would like for ye' ter get her from the train station.' Aren' you cold out here without any jacket on?" Hagrid asked with his unwavering compassion and Fernanda snickered, shaking her head.
"No, I have a warming spell on my sweater." She replied and he smiled down at her brightly.
"Well then, let's get up ter the castle before all the food is gone." Hagrid stated, taking her bag from her. He lifted it and looked at her, gesturing to a threstal drawn carriage. Fernanda could see the beasts and she just shook her head, getting into the carriage. She had to scoot over considerably for Hagrid to get in and once comfortable the carriage took off.
"So's I heard yer studying potions now. How's those classes going fer ya?" He asked and Fernanda laughed.
"Well, Professor Snape did well in preparing us for it, though now it's the potions that are scary, not the professors." Fernanda joked and Hagrid gave a laugh that reminded her of Santa Claus.
"Well, I can't say for sure, but I don' think Severus has changed much in the past few years. Say, how long's it been since you graduated?" Hagrid questioned as Hogwarts Castle came into view in the misty morning light.
"Two years. Two long years..." Fernanda spoke wistfully, once again as awed as a first year seeing Hogwarts for the first time. The towers rose high and proudly into the clear blue sky, snow-capped and glistening, and a light, untarnished blanket of clean white snow lay gently on the ground, untouched by all.
Even though it was mid-October, it still looked and felt like those old familiar Christmases to her. The carriage stopped before the castle with a gentle glide and Hagrid ambled out, holding the door open for her politely.
Fernanda took a moment to compose herself, swallowing back the lump of nervousness as she stepped out of the carriage, looking up at the huge towering doors with a sense of anticipation.
"Mmmm... I smell breakfast already." Hagrid stated happily and Fernanda spared him a smile.
In the past few, fleeting seconds as she entered the castle of her childhood, her stomach had gone from calm and collected to a coil of knots, and the realization of what she was doing finally hit her. She would be spending a whole month being instructed by Professor Snape, again.
"Comin' Fernanda?" Hagrid asked her wonderingly from the steps and Fernanda shook the thought from her mind, as she resumed walking up to the front doors.
They walked in and Fernanda smiled seeing that the castle had not changed one bit in the way she had remembered it.
"I'm s'posed te show you to yer quarters firs'." Hagrid stated with a furrowing of his eyebrows, sounding more like a reminder to himself than a statement to her. She nodded, taking Hogwarts in silently as she followed him down the echoing hallways. They moved down to the dungeons and Fernanda shook her head at the fact that she still knew the way around quite well. They stopped at a portrait of three men pointing out into the distance, the figures smiling down with greeting at them as they approached.
"What'll be your pleasure Sir?" The one man asked with a low, sincere bow and Hagrid shook his head with a smile.
"This here is Fernanda Porcel. The Headmaster told ya all abou' her." Hagrid implied and they nodded.
"Of course, of course. Welcome, Ms. Porcel." They greeted her as the door opened and let them into her quarters. Hagrid set her bag on a table in front of the couch. Fernanda looked around the not-too-big, but not-too-small room in amazement. There was a large cushioned maroon-colored chair next to a similarly colored couch and a oak wood coffee table, upon which rested a now dim lamp. All was situated near huge fireplace in which a crackling fire danced, over which hung a tapestry of a Gryffindor flag. The back wall sported a wooden door she assumed led to her bedroom.
"Thank you Hagrid." She told him sincerely and he laughed.
"No need te thank me. But le's get goin' to breakfast." He stated and Fernanda turned with him and walked out of the room.
The three men in the portrait tipped their colonial hats at her with gentleman-like politeness as she and the kind half-giant headed toward the Great Hall.
As they approached the Hall though, she became even more and more apprehensive. Hagrid must've sensed her worry for he clapped a huge hand on her shoulder, making her stumbled forward a step.
"Don' be getting nervous now. Everything's goin' te be fine." He told her chipperly and she sighed, nodding as they walked up to the doors, Hagrid pushing them open.
Fernanda composed herself once more with a deep breath as she walked in, head held high, well, as she thought. She looked up to the head table, seeing many familiar faces, including a scowling Snape. His first words were not very conducive to her well being.
"Oh no, not you again." He hissed with no enjoyment whatsoever and was given a stern look from Dumbledore, who had stood from his seat, smiling to her gently.
Fernanda approached the high table behind Hagrid and she felt what seemed to be fifty million eyes boring into her.
If this how actor's feel, then I'm sorry for them... She thought with a pained swallow as she reached Dumbledore.
"Ms. Porcel. My, it has been a long time since you have graced these halls with your presence." He stated tenderly and she smiled, ignoring that glare she was receiving from Severus Snape the entire time.
"Only two years sir. But they have been long years nonetheless." She replied and he nodded his head, his blue eyes twinkling merrily.
"Ah, I see. Come now, why don't you take a seat between Professor's Snape and Lupin. Would you mind moving down one Remus?" Headmaster Dumbledore asked and Remus smiled.
"No problem. Hey Nanda, how's it be going?" He asked in his usual friendliness as he scooted over a seat and she sat down in his.
While Remus was giving friendly vibes off, Fernanda was feeling nothing short of rage from Professor Snape, who refrained from speaking a single word to her.
"Just fine. And how is it going with you?" She questioned and he snorted good-naturedly.
"Same ole, same ole. Eat, sleep, teach, howl, though not precisely in that order." He joked and she chuckled at him. He then turned back to his plate, which left her wondering how to address Professor Snape while provoking the least amount of derision from his sure answer. After a few minutes of contemplation, she spoke quietly.
"Good Morning Professor Snape." She stated with complete respect and politeness. And as planned, he ignored her. She looked at him questioningly and nearly jumped out of her skin when Remus touched her arm.
"Don't bother. He's having a temper tantrum." Remus stated amusingly and Severus glared daggers at him.
"No, for the last time, I am not!" Snape hissed angrily and Fernanda drew back as his terrible glare fell on her.
"Good Morning Ms. Porcel." He snarked with a leer and went back to his food, clearly not wishing for any more conversation directed to him. Fernanda decided to just leave him be as she ate very little, her stomach on edge for the rest of the meal.
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 10:02 am. The Potions Classroom...
Severus Snape stood forebodingly in front of his morning class of NEWT students, arms crossed, a glare set on his pale features as his glare swept over the humbled pupils. The meek students worked in silence, obviously sensing his rage and not wishing for detentions, or worse, something thrown at them. For Severus, at the beginning of this class mere minutes ago, had proceeded to throw about three unmarked vials against the wall, of which had created several small explosions, all due to just losing his temper momentarily.
After cleaning up the glass with an angry flick of his wand, he wrote their assignment on the board and below it, in large angry script, read 'Talk at your own risk.'
He thought that silenced them enough and the students, having been shocked into stillness at the moment, jumped and scrambled at the sound of his yell to take their seats.
And he was still fuming mad at the present moment. Fernanda Porcel! One of the banes of my very existence! To whom I believed I was rid of! Albus knew it was her! Damn him... Severus mentally hissed, having unknowingly began to pace back and forth in front of his desk, hands clasped behind his back.
And, on top of that, that woman, probably better suited to be called a child, is LATE! How hard is it to understand! I specifically stated that class began at ten o'clock sharp. It is now ten thirteen... This kind of tardiness will not be tolerated... No, not for one month... Gods, one month... Severus internally hissed, his face turning to a glare for a second. He heard the door open and he spun in a fury of cloaks, seeing his 'understudy' enter, smugly it seemed, followed by none other that her obvious co-conspirator, Albus Dumbledore.
"Ms. Porcel. You are late." Severus snapped seething and Fernanda opened her mouth to speak in defense, but the Headmaster interjected as he raised his hand up.
"Severus, that would be because I was having a discussion with her on some matters. Ms. Porcel, I bid you farewell and good luck." The twinkling-eyed man spoke as he exited with another all knowing and slightly warning glance at Severus. Oh, how Severus hated those looks.
Severus turned his angry gaze to the young woman before him. He stalked toward her, expecting her to draw back in nervousness, but she stood her ground firmly as he moved past her to his desk. He sat down, extremely aggravated as he snapped.
"Tardiness-" He paused for effect. "-Will not be tolerated, Ms. Porcel. It isn't for my students, and it won't be for you." He barked and Fernanda nodded her head at him.
"Understandably sir. You did not tolerate it in my school days, so what would have even make me entertain the idea that you have changed?" She told him calmly, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
His class was watching her tensely, their gazes flickering to Severus, all seemingly expecting him to let loose on her in all his fury. But he would not give them that satisfaction and pleasure, much against his own wishes.
"I can safely assume you know how to inventory a supply closet, correct?" Severus growled mockingly and that insufferable girl smirked.
"Yes, that is safe to say sir." She replied and he stood, beginning to stalk to his closet.
"Then that's where you shall begin. There's a clipboard and quill in there." He told her with a sneer as he unlocked the door, gesturing to it with a wave of his hand. He opened it and stalked back to his desk, ignoring her as best as possible as she walked in the closet, an annoying smirk on her face.
If Severus had had his way, she'd be returning to Ravensdorm within the week, crying if possible. He was in a right foul mood, and would stay in that mood, and she was going to see just how foul he could be before her time here was up, he guaranteed it.
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A week later. Hogwarts. 9:56 am. The Potion's Classroom...
Fernanda had spent the first week of her understudying doing nothing but organizing and itemizing Snape's supply closets, on his orders. It was getting a bit boring, but she none-the-less was having fun harassing Severus at every available moment, when she wasn't cleaning.
She and Remus had devised many ways to get under his skin these past few days. One of which was Remus coming in between classes to 'inquire as to how the understudy was doing', which entailed bugging Severus with mindless questions for no purpose whatsoever. Severus had once almost cursed Remus, and since then, that certain escapade had stopped.
Severus, on the other hand, was trying his best to make her life a living hell, as was his usual undertaking. Too bad she was near immune to his venomous remarks, having suffered them for seven long years as it was. Though, Fernanda had to give him his due, because, well, he was trying.
Fernanda, being of a mischievous nature herself, had begun to mock pranks on Severus, which unfortunately had resulted in him locking her in the closet one day. That wasn't exactly a smart choice for him though, seeing as she just decided to start some experiments of her own. The resulting effect was a rather bright kaleidoscope of lights in his class for the remainder of that day. It was an okay beginning, if you didn't count the continued labor work she had to do.
She stood in the supply closet one afternoon, having just finished inventorying it. "Professor, I'm done." She stated and Severus stuck his head in the closet with a scrutinizing eye.
"Are you sure? Did you get the top shelves?" Severus asked her relentlessly and she nodded, holding up the clipboard.
"Yes sir. All done, any more grunt work for me?" She asked him with a biting tone to her voice. He looked at her with a glare and then gestured for her to come out into the classroom. She followed him to the back of the classroom with curiosity, where he stopped at a desk and looked her up and down warily.
"Madame Pomfrey needs some new medi-potions... Are you familiar with making Pepper-up potions?" He asked and Fernanda nodded with a roll of her eyes. She was a second year Potion's university student, not a moron.
"Yes, of course." She stated, keeping her smart remarks to herself. He gestured to a piece of parchment and then headed to the front of his class as his NEWT students piled in.
Fernanda sat down, reading the order from Madam Pomfrey and she actually set to actually brewing something for once. From time to time, Severus would glance over her shoulder, barking about how she was doing something wrong, but she just ignored him, going about her business in a cold professional manner.
That was just how she worked for the rest of the afternoon. You gave her instructions and she could do anything, but they would be done her way, with a precise and delicate attention to the end result of her work, regardless Snape's continued bickering. That is what had gotten Fernanda this far and she was not about to change for Snape.
She spent the whole day brewing three batches of Pepper-up Potion and then Severus set her on some salves, obviously a bit more assured that she could actually do what she was understudying for.
At the end of his last class, she left, heading to her Quarters with a sigh. After talking to Bob, Markus and Ralphy, her portrait men, she entered to find a large white owl that had a splash of bright orange paint on its wing sitting on the couch, preening it's feathers. That could only mean one thing, Ashley had sent her a letter.
She plopped down on the couch, petting Sparky, the owl, as she took Ashley's letter and opened it, giggling at the random doodles, one being Ashley in her 'batman' pose. She began to read the letter.
'Hey chica!
Writing to see how it is going over there at Hogwarts. I'm doing as well to be expected, I think my Prof is about to snap though. Seems like this dude has no sense of humor, can't even live with a prank here or there, I swear.
Speaking of which, what have you done to Snape so far? Please tell me you've pranked him at least once, I'd be disappointed had you not. And I bet Remus has been helping you. Oh man, if only that guy was a Potion's Professor... I'd be there in a heartbeat. Then again, I probably wouldn't leave... but that's getting off subject.
Trysta's having a blast with her Prof, whenever she sends a letter, it's like, wet with drool. She's probably gonna have to be sent back here with a restraining order. Kelsey is suppose to send me a letter today, so I'm not sure how she's faring. Not too worried though about her. It's you I pity, Snape is jerk enough to put a damper on anyone's humor, make sure you prank him a good one for me. Well, I should be going. Need to clean up this paint I spilled trying to finish my painting for Art class in time. Oh, kinda got some on your bunk by the way... it's not too bad a color, it's... well... Sparky should give you a good idea, he tried to help me clean as well. Make sure to tell Remus I love him. NO, don't tell him that... tell him hello. Yeah... no, then he'll know something is up. Aha! Tackle him, then tell him I say hello. There we go. God, I love that man... anyways, I'll write you again sometime soon! Lots-o-love girl! Byes!
Ashley'
Fernanda chuckled after reading the update on her friends. Ashley really had it bad for Remus, everyone knew, even him. Fernanda shook her head as she pocketed the letter, getting up from her chair. She changed her clothes to something a bit less professional looking and bit more comfortable, meaning her favorite jeans and tee shirt. She plopped back down on the couch and opened her book for her 'History of Potions brewing, 2nd Year', taking the time to study for the exam she knew she was gonna have when she got back to Ravensdorm.
As she reached Chapter 18, 'The Dark Ages', she heard a familiar flutter of wings.
"What, did Ashley need to tell me about Kels too?" Fernanda thought as she shook her head, though seeing this owl was stark black, with a silver collar of sorts.
"Trysta." Fernanda chuckled as she recognized Calisto, Trysta's owl. It held a box, not a parchment and Fernanda opened it, wondering what her crazy friend had sent her this time.
In the box was a carefully wrapped and sealed vial, along with a hastily scribbled note.
'Hey Nanda,
I need you to analyze this for me. I found it in Byron's closet and he told me that if I could figure out what it was then he would give me an A... And take me to dinner... You are the best out of the four of us and I need to know what this is... I am enjoying my understudying very much so... Professor Byron said I was brilliant yesterday... Anyways, please do this for me Nanda... Maybe even Snape will know what it is just by looking at it...
Toodles and loves ya,
Trysta'
Fernanda looked at the bottle and it held a purplish-silvery liquid in it, and she knew she had never seen it before. She shook her head as she put her book away, looking at the bottle. Knowing that she was just provoking Trysta, she still decided that she would also like to know what this beautifully colored liquid was.
"I'm not asking Snape, cause either he'll ruin the joy of the discovery or he'll take it from me." She told herself knowingly as she headed to the potion's classroom.
She entered and found that it was empty, which didn't bother her one bit, she liked being alone when she worked.
She set up her workstation on the table she had been working on with the medi-potions, pulling on gloves as she began to look into what this strange substance was.
After two hours she still had no idea what this confection was. It wasn't any of the usual suspects; sleeping, healing, or emotional, so she had no idea what it was. She took off her glove, wiping her forehead as she sighed. It was around three in the morning now and she was tired. She put her bare palm on the table, feeling it moist. She looked at her hand and realized that she had accidentally spilled some of it on the table in her exhaustion. She quickly tried to wash off her hands, starting to feel dizzy. Her hand was tingling and she knew that was a bad sign. She stumbled over to her workstation, feeling very dizzy and she reached the table, only to collapse unconscious on the floor.
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This is what we call Cliffhanger Revenge!
Tune in for Part Two of "The Mistakes That Change Us"...
Coming as soon as we finish it...
Hopefully the second part wont take forever...