AUTHOR'S NOTE: The character Liarna Quinn is a fictional character that i have introduced. This shouldn't make the story less 'readable' but there is some information about her which you may want to know. The story is also set in the 6th Year after Voldemort's appearance in the MoM. The school is in a state of calm and there is no need for anyone to panic, as Voldemort hasn't struck since the last year. As Liarna is the main character, there will be less of the main characters in the book, but they will still be in the story! Just of lesser proportions!
BACKGROUND INFO: Liarna Quinn is a Gryffindor. Has been friends with Harry, Hermione and Ron since the first year. Is a half blood - father Jonas, is an auror and her mother Elizabeth who was a muggle born witch, died when she was 3 months old. She has a cat called Salem. She has medium length ice blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. Is about 5 foot 5 and quite thin. She is also quite intelligent and could give Hermione a run for her money on a good day. Very brave, pretty, talkative, not afraid to speak her mind and a good, loyal friend.
Enjoy the story - although the first chapter is a kind of introduction! It will get better i promise!
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"Miss Quinn, what on earth do you think you're doing?"
Liarna jumped in surprise at the sound of his voice, sending the bottle of nail polish crashing onto the desk in front of her. Swearing softly under her breath, she righted the bottle and raised her head slowly, an apprehensive look on her face. Snape stood in front of her, his thin mouth pulled into an angry sneer and his greasy hair falling down in front of his face. His eyes, full of the malice he always used when addressing her, Harry or Neville, were staring down at her over the top of his hooked nose.
She glanced down to the desk, her eyes catching on the small pool of pink liquid enamel that had emerged from the bottle, before moving to her hands, her nails gleaming pink in what little light the dungeon provided. He knows damn well what i'm doing, she thought, tapping her fingers gently on the desk. Even he isn't that stupid, she thought, stiffling a giggle before looking back up at him.
"I'm painting my nails sir. That's what you normally do with nail polish." She replied, looking him straight in the eye and trying to keep an innocent face, while the Gryffindors stood giggling across the room.
"I can see that Quinn, but where in the hell do you think you are? This is a Potions lesson not a beauty parlour. You seem to forget your place," He was fuming at her and Liarna could almost see the smoke lines rising from under his hair, "You think that getting an 'O' in your Potions OWL means you can slack off? Well it isn't! And if you do anything of the sorts or speak to me in that tone of voice again, i will not hesitate to remove you permanently from my class. Now clean this mess up!" He stalked off towards his desk, robes swinging angrily behind him.
"Yes sir." She muttered, glancing over at her classmates as they went back to their work.
To her right, Harry was busy emptying his cauldron and smirking to himself. He caught her eye and grinned, before flashing her a thumbs up and returning to his cleaning. To her left, Hermione was busy writing down tonights homework, frowning as she did so. As soon as we get out of here, i'm going to get a lecture, Li thought shaking her head and turning back to her desk and the small pool of hardened pink enamel.
Reaching out her hand, she touched the top of the pool gingerly with the end of a newly painted nail before pulling back and inspecting the damage. The pool of enamel was as perfect as before, and seeing this, Li sighed to herself. Now it'll never come off, she thought, reaching for the open bottle beside her. And now i can't use the stuff in the bottle because it's too hard! She slammed her fist down on the table, making Hermione jump and gaining a few curious, reproachful looks from her and the rest of the class.
She screwed the top back onto the bottle and shoved it into her bag, before turning her attention back to the desk. Sighing again, she pushed her stool back and walked over towards the sink. She grabbed a few paper towels from the holder and ran them under the tap, feeling the cold water wash over her fingers and down the drain. She threw a glance to the front of the class, her eyes lingering on Snape, who was now lecturing a poor Hufflepuff on their abismal potion making skills, before finally resting them on Malfoy, who surprisingly was staring right back at her. Her sparkling blue eyes caught his, and she flushed and turned back to the tap. Feeling his eyes on her, she stopped the flow of water and walked back to her desk, leaving a trail of water droplets on the floor behind her. She bent over the desk and scrubbed at the nail polish, feeling more and more self conscious as the time went by.
Mercifully, the bell resounded into the classroom and the class stood up, the sound of scraping chairs filling the air. Li made as if to get up when Snape's voice cut through the chatter that had started up.
"I want a minimum of two rolls of parchment on the homework, and its to be handed in for next lesson! No excuses! And Miss Quinn, i want all of the mess you've made cleaned up before you leave." With those words, Snape stalked out of the classroom and out of sight.
The class began to leave and Li looked around helplessly. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see Harry and Hermione standing by her desk.
Harry still had a slight grin on his face as he spoke, "We've got to go and meet Ron, so come find us okay?"
She nodded and glanced over at Hermione, who looked as thought she as having an inner struggle between her duty as a prefect and her duty as a friend. Li watched her for a few seconds , fascinated by what she was seeing. Eventually Hermione looked up, the struggle apparently over. But hwo won, thought Li, as Hermione opened her mouth to speak.
"Li, you shouldn't.." she began, folding her arms authoritatively over her chest, before Li cut her off.
"I know Hermione okay? I just can't help it. Snape hates me, just like he hates Harry so spare me the lecture. Am i not allowed to have a little fun?" She asked, looking at Hermione thoughtfully.
Hermione glared at her for a moment before dropping her arms and smiling gently. "Alright, but don't push him too far. You know what Snape's like, he means what he says. Just be careful, we've still got 4 months left this year, you don't want to ruin everything now." She smiled again and strolled out of the door, Harry following her lead.
"See you later, Li!" Harry shouted as they disappeared out of the door, letting it swing shut behind him.
The silence filled the room and Li closed her eyes, letting the quiteness wash over her so she could gather her thoughts. What was Malfoy staring at? she wondered, an angry look flickering on her face, before being replaced with a small smile. Unbeknown to Harry, Ron and especially Hermione, she'd always had a thing for Malfoy. She didn't know why, but it certainly wasn't his personality. He was good looking though, she thought, smiling again to herself, her eyes misting over with a look any female would recognise. She didn't love him, hell no, but she did fancy him, that much was true. And Valetine's day was coming up in...
"Two days." She said out loud, before returning to the nail polish, the small smile still playing on her face.
BACKGROUND INFO: Liarna Quinn is a Gryffindor. Has been friends with Harry, Hermione and Ron since the first year. Is a half blood - father Jonas, is an auror and her mother Elizabeth who was a muggle born witch, died when she was 3 months old. She has a cat called Salem. She has medium length ice blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. Is about 5 foot 5 and quite thin. She is also quite intelligent and could give Hermione a run for her money on a good day. Very brave, pretty, talkative, not afraid to speak her mind and a good, loyal friend.
Enjoy the story - although the first chapter is a kind of introduction! It will get better i promise!
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"Miss Quinn, what on earth do you think you're doing?"
Liarna jumped in surprise at the sound of his voice, sending the bottle of nail polish crashing onto the desk in front of her. Swearing softly under her breath, she righted the bottle and raised her head slowly, an apprehensive look on her face. Snape stood in front of her, his thin mouth pulled into an angry sneer and his greasy hair falling down in front of his face. His eyes, full of the malice he always used when addressing her, Harry or Neville, were staring down at her over the top of his hooked nose.
She glanced down to the desk, her eyes catching on the small pool of pink liquid enamel that had emerged from the bottle, before moving to her hands, her nails gleaming pink in what little light the dungeon provided. He knows damn well what i'm doing, she thought, tapping her fingers gently on the desk. Even he isn't that stupid, she thought, stiffling a giggle before looking back up at him.
"I'm painting my nails sir. That's what you normally do with nail polish." She replied, looking him straight in the eye and trying to keep an innocent face, while the Gryffindors stood giggling across the room.
"I can see that Quinn, but where in the hell do you think you are? This is a Potions lesson not a beauty parlour. You seem to forget your place," He was fuming at her and Liarna could almost see the smoke lines rising from under his hair, "You think that getting an 'O' in your Potions OWL means you can slack off? Well it isn't! And if you do anything of the sorts or speak to me in that tone of voice again, i will not hesitate to remove you permanently from my class. Now clean this mess up!" He stalked off towards his desk, robes swinging angrily behind him.
"Yes sir." She muttered, glancing over at her classmates as they went back to their work.
To her right, Harry was busy emptying his cauldron and smirking to himself. He caught her eye and grinned, before flashing her a thumbs up and returning to his cleaning. To her left, Hermione was busy writing down tonights homework, frowning as she did so. As soon as we get out of here, i'm going to get a lecture, Li thought shaking her head and turning back to her desk and the small pool of hardened pink enamel.
Reaching out her hand, she touched the top of the pool gingerly with the end of a newly painted nail before pulling back and inspecting the damage. The pool of enamel was as perfect as before, and seeing this, Li sighed to herself. Now it'll never come off, she thought, reaching for the open bottle beside her. And now i can't use the stuff in the bottle because it's too hard! She slammed her fist down on the table, making Hermione jump and gaining a few curious, reproachful looks from her and the rest of the class.
She screwed the top back onto the bottle and shoved it into her bag, before turning her attention back to the desk. Sighing again, she pushed her stool back and walked over towards the sink. She grabbed a few paper towels from the holder and ran them under the tap, feeling the cold water wash over her fingers and down the drain. She threw a glance to the front of the class, her eyes lingering on Snape, who was now lecturing a poor Hufflepuff on their abismal potion making skills, before finally resting them on Malfoy, who surprisingly was staring right back at her. Her sparkling blue eyes caught his, and she flushed and turned back to the tap. Feeling his eyes on her, she stopped the flow of water and walked back to her desk, leaving a trail of water droplets on the floor behind her. She bent over the desk and scrubbed at the nail polish, feeling more and more self conscious as the time went by.
Mercifully, the bell resounded into the classroom and the class stood up, the sound of scraping chairs filling the air. Li made as if to get up when Snape's voice cut through the chatter that had started up.
"I want a minimum of two rolls of parchment on the homework, and its to be handed in for next lesson! No excuses! And Miss Quinn, i want all of the mess you've made cleaned up before you leave." With those words, Snape stalked out of the classroom and out of sight.
The class began to leave and Li looked around helplessly. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see Harry and Hermione standing by her desk.
Harry still had a slight grin on his face as he spoke, "We've got to go and meet Ron, so come find us okay?"
She nodded and glanced over at Hermione, who looked as thought she as having an inner struggle between her duty as a prefect and her duty as a friend. Li watched her for a few seconds , fascinated by what she was seeing. Eventually Hermione looked up, the struggle apparently over. But hwo won, thought Li, as Hermione opened her mouth to speak.
"Li, you shouldn't.." she began, folding her arms authoritatively over her chest, before Li cut her off.
"I know Hermione okay? I just can't help it. Snape hates me, just like he hates Harry so spare me the lecture. Am i not allowed to have a little fun?" She asked, looking at Hermione thoughtfully.
Hermione glared at her for a moment before dropping her arms and smiling gently. "Alright, but don't push him too far. You know what Snape's like, he means what he says. Just be careful, we've still got 4 months left this year, you don't want to ruin everything now." She smiled again and strolled out of the door, Harry following her lead.
"See you later, Li!" Harry shouted as they disappeared out of the door, letting it swing shut behind him.
The silence filled the room and Li closed her eyes, letting the quiteness wash over her so she could gather her thoughts. What was Malfoy staring at? she wondered, an angry look flickering on her face, before being replaced with a small smile. Unbeknown to Harry, Ron and especially Hermione, she'd always had a thing for Malfoy. She didn't know why, but it certainly wasn't his personality. He was good looking though, she thought, smiling again to herself, her eyes misting over with a look any female would recognise. She didn't love him, hell no, but she did fancy him, that much was true. And Valetine's day was coming up in...
"Two days." She said out loud, before returning to the nail polish, the small smile still playing on her face.
