A) I was very bored when I wrote this. Do not expect this to get done anytime soon. I just had to post it because I did not waste all that notebook paper to keep it in my notebook.

B) This is an OC character. DUH.

We were all seated in Muggle Studies, awaiting our teacher. In the first row, Cedric Diggory was tapping the sharp end of the quill on the desk. Seated next to him, Cho Chang was messing with her assignment and rereading the assignment on the chalkboard , attempting to not look at Cedric. At the far end, Dean Thomas was laughing with several students around him, by names not known or recognized. Behind Cho, is where I, Abeque sat. Several other students, including the infamous Harry Potter and his trio at the back as well, and the Slytherins located quite near them. Being a Ravenclaw and a transfer student, I didn't quite understand what drove the two houses to hate each other so fiercely. That's what I got for being uneducated, I guess. I sighed, laying my head on my desk. It was a boring, and tedious wait that happened every other day, for such a length of time-for a teacher. Muggle Studies wasn't fun, nor was it informative to her. She did live with muggles, being a muggle born. Only reason she took it was because the Ministry Of Magic made it required in the curriculum last year. Maybe to dissuade students from joining the Dark Lord. I snorted, burying my head in my robe sleeves. For a government, if it could be called that, that denied his existence so thoroughly, they sure were determined to keep his Death Eaters away from him. I would join up in a hot second, but being a 'mudblood' I really didn't have a shot in hell. I looked back. Not to mention the so called 'chosen one' seemed pretty relaxed. If I were him, I'd be studying up old curses and spells, perhaps even demon summonings to protect me. He was Dumbledore's favorite, he could do it. There was a subtle cough, and I looked up at the scene before me. Sometime when I was lost in my own musings, Cedric had leaned over and grabbed Cho's hand, and was whispering to her. Draco was smirking and coughing, while Harry glared at Cedric and Ron glared at the Slytherins. Hermione seemed to be looking at me, willing me to do something. I blinked. It wasn't my problem. Couldn't hurt though.

"Hey, is that the teacher?" I asked furrowing my brow while looking at the door. The couple broke apart almost instantaneously, blushing ferociously. They looked for the teacher, then looked back at me. I shrugged when she didn't appear. "Guess not."

I had achieved my goal, at least, and possibly Hermione's, who nodded at me. The two were too nervous to go back to their secret conspiratorial conversation. I leaned back. Job well done, I just scared the pant scored points in the boy-who-lived's good book. Everyone knew he was sweet on Cho. The teacher walked in, and began talking about the structure of a electronic device, and its importance. I leaned back and tuned out. I was content, I had done something for the common welfare and sanity of the angry Gryffindors, and the health of Cedric Diggory.

This was proven when I stayed at Hogwarts for the holidays. Come Christmas, the best holiday of all time, there were presents under the tree that I hadn't expected. One from Harry, Ron, Hermione and surprisingly Cho. I hope they hadn't found out why I spent my Christmases at Hogwarts. Sighing, I took up the least dangerous of the presents. I hefted it, and found it remarkably heavy. Smoothing out the wrapping paper, there was the familiar feel of a book underneath it. I opened it, and chuckled. It was a thick, leather bound journal, and a rather large, fancy quill that curled delicately at the top. Hermione paid attention to people apparently. The next I chose to open Harry's next, avoiding any dangerous gift encounters until last. I opened it to find a set of gilded two-way mirrors. At there was a note that said "Set of two way mirrors, enjoy!" Well now, what was I going to use them for? Only reason I stayed at Hogwarts all the time was that my 'muggle' family disowned me, like some do when they found out there children are magical. Well, that confirmed that they had no idea why I was here, at least. Silently I eyed the last two of the unexpected presents. Setting the mirrors on her bed, she picked up Ron's present. Couldn't be that dangerous, could it?

Apparently, Hermione had influenced his choice in a gift, or at least partially. Not to mention galleons from Harry's vault. The box was split into two compartments by a type of spell, most definitely not cast by the red head himself. One side had an assorted amount of chocolate, and the other held three colors of ink: Black, blue and a shiny bronze. Well, at least they respected my school colors. I packed them away in my antique side table beside my bed, that was engraved with different runes, and sorted through the other presents, even if there were few. Most were from house mates, and were noncommittal things like gloves, scarves, etc. I sighed, and reluctantly picked up Cho's gift. I opened it slowly, wary of any curse placed upon it. With a happy noise, I pulled out the letter on top. I opened it and began to read:

Dear Abeque,(if that if how your name is spelled,

I don't know how to thank you for your clever intervention in Muggle Studies. You are more perceptive then I believed. Did you sense my discomfort? Or did you know? Cedric has been

hounding me for years, almost on the brink of stalking. He was warning me about Harry,

and the threat he posed on our non-existent relationship. I write to you now, because

you are the only house mate I have that dares to intercede. I need help. Not from the teachers.

They will surely try and convince me to stay. I must leave Hogwarts, soon. If you want to,

you can burn this letter and pretend you never got it. But if you can help, reply.

Cho Chang.

I dropped the letter. Oh my. Not what I expected at I all. Time to pay the piper, as the say. My big mouth had done it again. She needed help, and I was the only one who could give it. I couldn't just leave her. My eyes traveled over to the two way mirrors, as I ignored the gift inside the box. Maybe they would come to be of use after all.

Hope you weren't hoping for some fantastic idea or something. JUST SHEER BOREDOM. You may or may not have another chapter.