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A/N- I updated this chapter a bit by request of Chocolate Taco, thank you for my first review ever!!!! Thanks to BAD BOY HARRY as well for my second review ever, and the request to continue the story, you have no idea how happy it makes me!! ^.^
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TEN THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU
Written by Mystery
Based on the movie 'Ten Things I Hate About You"
Chapter 1 ~ Everyday Life
Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, your typical wizarding school who's location hasn't been identified. Just like any school, muggle or wizardry, there is a collection of groups. The Smarties, Skids, Preppies, Granolas. Loners, Lovers, the In and the Out Crowd rub sleep out of their eyes and head for the Great Hall.
We see Lily Evans, a seventeen-year-old red head with emerald green eyes, she is very pretty but is trying hard not to be. She's in a baggy granny dress and glasses, she balances a cup of coffee and a backpack as she reaches the bottom of the staircase that leads to the Great Hall.
A stray skateboard, obviously belonging to a muggle born (he had been showing off in front of his wizard friends), clips her, causing her to stumble and spill her coffee, as well as the contents of her backpack.
The guy dashes over to help. He starts trembling when he sees who his board has hit.
" Hey -- sorry." He said, still cowering he attempts to pick up her belongings.
Lily stares down at him. "Leave it" she says
He persists to pick her things up.
"I said, leave it!" she shouted, picking up his skateboard and pushing him agents the wall, the tip of it agents his throat.
He whimpers pitifully and she lets him go.
The people in the crowded hall move aside, clearing a path for her as she marches through a pack of fearful students and slams open the door, entering the Great Hall.
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"Did you change your hair?" Violet Evans, a beautiful 4th year, asked her friend April Star as she asked as she applied her lipstick in the girl's lavatory.
"No." April replied, she was also a good looking 4th year, but not as extraordinary as Violet.
"You might wanna think about it." Violet says, putting up her lipstick and walking out the lavatory, April following closely behind.
Soon as they stepped into the corridor Violet is immediately greeted by an admiring crowd, both boys and girls alike.
"Hey, Violet." A guy named Terri Miller said adoringly as he pasted.
"Awesome shoes." A girl added as she walked past as well.
The greetings continue as April remains wordless and unaddressed by her side. Violet smiles proudly, acknowledging her fans.
In the 'guidance office', which will in later years be closed for obvious reasons that follow,
Remus Lupin, a clean-cut, easy-going 7th year with an open, kind face and gray eyes, sits facing Miss Perky, an impossibly cheery guidance counselor.
"I'm sure you won't find Hogwarts any different than your old school." She says, referring to Dumstrang, which turned him away as soon as they found out about his 'illness'.
"Same little asswipe mother-fuckers everywhere." She said, her plastic smile never leaving her face, making Remus fidget in his chair uncomfortably.
"Any questions?" She asked when Remus didn't speak.
"I don't think so, ma'am" Remus said
"Then go forth." Miss Perky said, waving her hands. " Scoot I've got deviants to see."
Remus rises to leave and makes eye contact with James Potter, a sullen-looking bad ass 7th year who waits outside Ms Perky's door. His slouch and smirk makes him appear cool and popular.
Miss Perky looks down at her file and up at James, who is past Remus.
"James Potter. I see we're making our visits a weekly ritual." Miss Perky said, supplying him with a withering glance.
"I missed you." He answers with a charming smile.
"It says here you exposed yourself to a group of 2nd year girls." She read from the file
"It was a bratwurst." He stated simply. "I was eating lunch."
"With the teeth of your zipper?" She said, motioning for James to enter her office.
Remus shuffles out the door, bumping into Peter Pettigrew, a lanky, 7th year who will end up being bad at everything he does.
"You the new guy?" Peter asks, fidgeting a little.
"So they tell me..." Remus said, sighing
" Uh… I'm supposed to give you the tour." Peter said, walking out of the office with Remus.
"So….. which Shields you from?" Peter asked, not the type to start conversations.
"North, actually. How'd you…?"
" I was kidding." Peter said, surprised he was right about something. "People actually live there?"
"Yeah. A couple. We're outnumbered by the cows, though." Remus said, making Peter laugh a little too hard.
"How many people were in your old school?" Peter asked when he stopped laughing
"Thirty-two. That was at a muggle school though." Remus said, he had gone to muggle school thinking he would never be accepted to a wizarding school.
"Get out of here!" Peter said, hoping he sounded cool.
" How many people go here?" Remus asked
"Couple thousand. Most of them evil" Peter said, shuttering as they reached the hall, which was packed with students coming from breakfast and heading towards classes.
Peter steers Remus through the crowd as he points to various cliques that were associated with Hogwarts.
"We've got your basic beautiful people." Peter said, nodding his head, obviously not use to showing people around.
"Unless they talk to you first, don't bother." He added.
"Those 're your cowboys." Peter said, nodding towards the guys in cowboy hats, their robes opened so their big belt buckles shown, they were leaning agenst a wall.
"That I'm used to." Remus said.
"Yeah, but these guys have never seen a horse, most of them just fancy muggle cowgirls." Peter said.
As they pass a group of teens huddled around each other, muggs in their hands. Peter elbows Remus lightly, not wanting to make him mad but enough to direct his attention towards the group.
"To the right, we have the Coffee Kids." Peter said, starting to enjoy showing someone that was more clueless than him around. "Very edgy. Don't make any sudden movements around them." He said, walking through the Entrance Hall and outside, continuing the tour.
"And these delusionals are the Hippies." He said, walking up to where several white boys in dreadlocks and Jamaican knit berets lounge on the grass. A cloud of pot smoke hovers above them, the proof showing it was the 70's.
"Big peace fans. Think they're black though. Semi-political, but mostly, they just like getting high., if you know what I mean." He said, waving to the one with the longest dreads.
"Derek - save some for after lunch, bub?" Peter called, hoping the guy wouldn't beat him up for trying to talk to him.
"Peter , my brother, peace" The guy responded, obviously very stoned.
Remus turns to follow Peter as they walk into the Great Hall.
"So where do you fit in all this?" Remus asks, wondering about which group he would be in as well, concitering his illness.
'I wonder if they have a werewolf group." He thought.
Peter sits at an empty part of the Gryffindor Table.
"Uh, I see myself as a mixture." Peter said, making it obvious he didn't have many friends.
Remus stops listening as Violet walks by, he doesn't seem to be breathing. Pure and perfect, she passes Remus and Peter without a look.
"That girl …I …" Remus started
"You burn, you pine, you perish?" Peter asked amused.
"Who is she?" Remus asked, his eyes still following Violet.
"Violet Evans. 4th year. Don't even think about it" Peter says, causing Remus to turn and face him.
"Why not?" Remus asks
" I could start with your haircut, but it doesn't matter. She's not allowed to date until her older sister does. And that's an impossibility." Peter said, picking up a bowl of pudding and digging into it.
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A room full of bored 7th years doodle and stare off into space. Professor Krevy, the one-step-away-from-St. Mungo's English Teacher (back in those days they taught English at Hogwarts), tries to remember what she's talking about.
" Well, then. Oh, yes. I guess that does it for our analysis of The Old Man and the Sea. Any other comments?" She asks, seeing on one put up their hands she sighs.
"Lily." she says, obviously dreading it.
Lily, the girl from earlier who we saw entered the Great Hall, slowly takes off her glasses and speaks up.
"Why didn't we just read the Hardy Boys?" She asks, tilting her head a bit.
"I'm sorry?" Professor Krevy asked.
"This book is about a guy and his fishing habit. Not exactly a crucial topic." She stated as the other students rolled their eyes.
"Frankly," She continued, ignoring the other students. "I'm baffled as to why we still revere Hemingway. He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who had a lot of cats."
"As opposed to a bitter self-righteous hag who has no friends?" Lucius Malfoy, a well-muscled boy wearign a Slytherine crest, makes fun of her from his row.
A few people giggle. Lily ignores him. A practiced gesture.
"That's enough, Mr. Malfoy." Professor Krevy scolds, shootign a look at the boy.
"I guess the school board thinks because Hemingway's male and an asshole, he's worthy of our time." She said, becoming angry.
She looks up at Professor Krevy, who is now fighting to remember a calming spell.
"What about Colette? Charlotte Bronte? Simone de Beauvoir?." Lily continued.
James, lounging in his seat in the back row, elbows a good looking guy with dark hair and eyes, identified by the name Sirius, embroidered on his workshirt before adding.
" Mother Goose?"
The class titters as Lily's expression becomes that of intolerance.
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"Lily Evans. My, my. You've been terrorizing Professor Krevy again." Miss Perky says, addressing Lily, who is seated in front of her.
"Expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action." Lily remarked
"Well, yes, compared to your other choices of expression this year, today's events are quite mild. By the way, Serveus Snape's gonad retrieval operation went quite well, in case you're interested." Miss Perky added
" I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls. I was merely a spectator." Lily said, indifferently.
"The point is Lily… people perceive you as somewhat ..."
Lily smiles, daring her to say it.
"Tempestuous?" She offered
"No ... I believe "heinous bitch" is the term used most often." Miss Perky corrected, grimacing. "You might want to work on that."
Lily rises from her chair with a plastic smile matching the counselor's.
"As always, thank you for your excellent guidance." She said sarcastically, walking out.
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Violet ignores the droning professor as she writes a note big flowing handwriting.
" I realize the language of Mr. Shakespeare makes him a bit daunting, but I'm sure you're all doing your best." The Professor assured herself more than the students.
Violet folds the note and passes it behind her with a flip of her hair to April. April opens the note and reads:
"LUCIUS MALFOY SAID HI TO ME IN THE HALL! OH! MY GOD!"
April frowns to herself.
"Ms. Evans, do you care to comment on what you've read so far?" The Professor asks.
Violet looks up and smiles an innocent smile.
"Not really."
The professor shakes her head, but lets it go.
Macey, a waif-like 7th year muggle born, sits off to the side trying to slit her wrist with the plastic spiral on her quill, looks up and raises her hand.
"Macey. Since you're assisting us, you might as well comment. I'm assuming you read the assignment." The Professor said.
"Uh, yeah, I read it all." Macey said
"The whole play?" The Professor asks.
"The whole folio. All the plays." Macey adds
"You've read every play by William Shakespeare?" The Professor asks in disbelief.
"Haven't you?" Macey challenged, raising an eye brow.
The stunned Professor doesn't answer and goes to call on the next student.
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Macey and Lily sit down by the lake after grabbing some dessert from the Great Hall.
"Your sister is so amazingly without." Macey commented. "She'll never read him.
She has no idea."
"The fact that you're cutting Divisination so you can be in 4th year English just to hear name, is a little without in itself if you ask me." Lily said.
Macey shrugs. "It's not like I'd learn anything from Divisonation, Professor Jacobs is quiting this year anyway." She said.
Lily sees James as he walks by with his friends, lighting up a cigarette. Macey notices her staring.
"Who's that?" She asks
"James Potter…Random Skid." Lily said.
"That's James Potter? The one who was gone for a year? I heard he was doing porn movies in the muggle world." Macey commented
" I'm sure he's completely incapable of doing anything that interesting." Lily said indiffrently.
" He always look so…."
"Block E?" Lily offered
Lily turns back to face Macey and forces her food into Macey's hand.
"Macey, eat. Starving yourself is a very slow way to die." She said
"Just a little." Macey says as she begins eating.
"What's this?' Lily asked, noticing Macey's wrist.
" An attempted slit." Macey says.
Lily stares at her, expressionless.
"I realize that the men of this fine institution are severely lacking, but killing yourself so you can be with William Shakespeare is beyond the scope of normal teenage obsessions. You're venturing far past daytime talk show fodder and entering the world of those who need very expensive therapy." She said
"But imagine the things he'd say during sex." Macey says.
Lily thinks for a minute. "Okay, say you do it. You kill yourself, you end up in wherever you end up and he's there. Do you really think he's gonna wanna date a ninety pound compulsive who failed flying lessons?" She asks.
Macey's eyes look past Lily to Violet as she spots her across the grounds.
Violet and April parade by Lucius and his friends, one of the boys elbows Lucius.
"Virgin alert." He whispers.
Lucius looks up and smiles at Violet.
"Lookin' good, ladies." He says, causing Violet smiles her coyest of smiles.
"Tragic." Macey says, Lily doesn't respond.
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"Why do girls like that always like guys like that?" Remus asked Peter, looking at Lucius and Violet.
"Because they're bred to." Peter said, repeating what his Dad had told him once. "Their mothers liked guys like that, and their grandmothers before them. Their gene pool is rarely diluted." He said.
"He always have that shit-eating grin?" Remus asked irritivly
"Lucius Malfoy? Yup. I wish I could say he's a moron, but he's number twelve in the class, and a model. There's a rumor he's going to be featured in Witch Weekly." Peter said.
The 'bell' rings, Remus and Peter rise as Remus tries to catch a glimpse of Violet as she walks back inside.
"You know French?" Peter asked Remus
" Sure do ... my Mum's from Canada" He said, wondering why Peter was asking.
" Guess who wants to learn?" Peter asked, nodding towards Violet.
"You mean I'd get a chance to talk to her?" Remus asked, his eyes widening
Peter looks like a bobble head firure he nodds so quickly.
Remus watches as Violet flounces back into the building.
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My first chapter in my first story, please review, I need to know if I should continue with this story or not.
~Thanks: ~Mystery~
A/N- I updated this chapter a bit by request of Chocolate Taco, thank you for my first review ever!!!! Thanks to BAD BOY HARRY as well for my second review ever, and the request to continue the story, you have no idea how happy it makes me!! ^.^
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TEN THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU
Written by Mystery
Based on the movie 'Ten Things I Hate About You"
Chapter 1 ~ Everyday Life
Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, your typical wizarding school who's location hasn't been identified. Just like any school, muggle or wizardry, there is a collection of groups. The Smarties, Skids, Preppies, Granolas. Loners, Lovers, the In and the Out Crowd rub sleep out of their eyes and head for the Great Hall.
We see Lily Evans, a seventeen-year-old red head with emerald green eyes, she is very pretty but is trying hard not to be. She's in a baggy granny dress and glasses, she balances a cup of coffee and a backpack as she reaches the bottom of the staircase that leads to the Great Hall.
A stray skateboard, obviously belonging to a muggle born (he had been showing off in front of his wizard friends), clips her, causing her to stumble and spill her coffee, as well as the contents of her backpack.
The guy dashes over to help. He starts trembling when he sees who his board has hit.
" Hey -- sorry." He said, still cowering he attempts to pick up her belongings.
Lily stares down at him. "Leave it" she says
He persists to pick her things up.
"I said, leave it!" she shouted, picking up his skateboard and pushing him agents the wall, the tip of it agents his throat.
He whimpers pitifully and she lets him go.
The people in the crowded hall move aside, clearing a path for her as she marches through a pack of fearful students and slams open the door, entering the Great Hall.
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"Did you change your hair?" Violet Evans, a beautiful 4th year, asked her friend April Star as she asked as she applied her lipstick in the girl's lavatory.
"No." April replied, she was also a good looking 4th year, but not as extraordinary as Violet.
"You might wanna think about it." Violet says, putting up her lipstick and walking out the lavatory, April following closely behind.
Soon as they stepped into the corridor Violet is immediately greeted by an admiring crowd, both boys and girls alike.
"Hey, Violet." A guy named Terri Miller said adoringly as he pasted.
"Awesome shoes." A girl added as she walked past as well.
The greetings continue as April remains wordless and unaddressed by her side. Violet smiles proudly, acknowledging her fans.
In the 'guidance office', which will in later years be closed for obvious reasons that follow,
Remus Lupin, a clean-cut, easy-going 7th year with an open, kind face and gray eyes, sits facing Miss Perky, an impossibly cheery guidance counselor.
"I'm sure you won't find Hogwarts any different than your old school." She says, referring to Dumstrang, which turned him away as soon as they found out about his 'illness'.
"Same little asswipe mother-fuckers everywhere." She said, her plastic smile never leaving her face, making Remus fidget in his chair uncomfortably.
"Any questions?" She asked when Remus didn't speak.
"I don't think so, ma'am" Remus said
"Then go forth." Miss Perky said, waving her hands. " Scoot I've got deviants to see."
Remus rises to leave and makes eye contact with James Potter, a sullen-looking bad ass 7th year who waits outside Ms Perky's door. His slouch and smirk makes him appear cool and popular.
Miss Perky looks down at her file and up at James, who is past Remus.
"James Potter. I see we're making our visits a weekly ritual." Miss Perky said, supplying him with a withering glance.
"I missed you." He answers with a charming smile.
"It says here you exposed yourself to a group of 2nd year girls." She read from the file
"It was a bratwurst." He stated simply. "I was eating lunch."
"With the teeth of your zipper?" She said, motioning for James to enter her office.
Remus shuffles out the door, bumping into Peter Pettigrew, a lanky, 7th year who will end up being bad at everything he does.
"You the new guy?" Peter asks, fidgeting a little.
"So they tell me..." Remus said, sighing
" Uh… I'm supposed to give you the tour." Peter said, walking out of the office with Remus.
"So….. which Shields you from?" Peter asked, not the type to start conversations.
"North, actually. How'd you…?"
" I was kidding." Peter said, surprised he was right about something. "People actually live there?"
"Yeah. A couple. We're outnumbered by the cows, though." Remus said, making Peter laugh a little too hard.
"How many people were in your old school?" Peter asked when he stopped laughing
"Thirty-two. That was at a muggle school though." Remus said, he had gone to muggle school thinking he would never be accepted to a wizarding school.
"Get out of here!" Peter said, hoping he sounded cool.
" How many people go here?" Remus asked
"Couple thousand. Most of them evil" Peter said, shuttering as they reached the hall, which was packed with students coming from breakfast and heading towards classes.
Peter steers Remus through the crowd as he points to various cliques that were associated with Hogwarts.
"We've got your basic beautiful people." Peter said, nodding his head, obviously not use to showing people around.
"Unless they talk to you first, don't bother." He added.
"Those 're your cowboys." Peter said, nodding towards the guys in cowboy hats, their robes opened so their big belt buckles shown, they were leaning agenst a wall.
"That I'm used to." Remus said.
"Yeah, but these guys have never seen a horse, most of them just fancy muggle cowgirls." Peter said.
As they pass a group of teens huddled around each other, muggs in their hands. Peter elbows Remus lightly, not wanting to make him mad but enough to direct his attention towards the group.
"To the right, we have the Coffee Kids." Peter said, starting to enjoy showing someone that was more clueless than him around. "Very edgy. Don't make any sudden movements around them." He said, walking through the Entrance Hall and outside, continuing the tour.
"And these delusionals are the Hippies." He said, walking up to where several white boys in dreadlocks and Jamaican knit berets lounge on the grass. A cloud of pot smoke hovers above them, the proof showing it was the 70's.
"Big peace fans. Think they're black though. Semi-political, but mostly, they just like getting high., if you know what I mean." He said, waving to the one with the longest dreads.
"Derek - save some for after lunch, bub?" Peter called, hoping the guy wouldn't beat him up for trying to talk to him.
"Peter , my brother, peace" The guy responded, obviously very stoned.
Remus turns to follow Peter as they walk into the Great Hall.
"So where do you fit in all this?" Remus asks, wondering about which group he would be in as well, concitering his illness.
'I wonder if they have a werewolf group." He thought.
Peter sits at an empty part of the Gryffindor Table.
"Uh, I see myself as a mixture." Peter said, making it obvious he didn't have many friends.
Remus stops listening as Violet walks by, he doesn't seem to be breathing. Pure and perfect, she passes Remus and Peter without a look.
"That girl …I …" Remus started
"You burn, you pine, you perish?" Peter asked amused.
"Who is she?" Remus asked, his eyes still following Violet.
"Violet Evans. 4th year. Don't even think about it" Peter says, causing Remus to turn and face him.
"Why not?" Remus asks
" I could start with your haircut, but it doesn't matter. She's not allowed to date until her older sister does. And that's an impossibility." Peter said, picking up a bowl of pudding and digging into it.
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A room full of bored 7th years doodle and stare off into space. Professor Krevy, the one-step-away-from-St. Mungo's English Teacher (back in those days they taught English at Hogwarts), tries to remember what she's talking about.
" Well, then. Oh, yes. I guess that does it for our analysis of The Old Man and the Sea. Any other comments?" She asks, seeing on one put up their hands she sighs.
"Lily." she says, obviously dreading it.
Lily, the girl from earlier who we saw entered the Great Hall, slowly takes off her glasses and speaks up.
"Why didn't we just read the Hardy Boys?" She asks, tilting her head a bit.
"I'm sorry?" Professor Krevy asked.
"This book is about a guy and his fishing habit. Not exactly a crucial topic." She stated as the other students rolled their eyes.
"Frankly," She continued, ignoring the other students. "I'm baffled as to why we still revere Hemingway. He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who had a lot of cats."
"As opposed to a bitter self-righteous hag who has no friends?" Lucius Malfoy, a well-muscled boy wearign a Slytherine crest, makes fun of her from his row.
A few people giggle. Lily ignores him. A practiced gesture.
"That's enough, Mr. Malfoy." Professor Krevy scolds, shootign a look at the boy.
"I guess the school board thinks because Hemingway's male and an asshole, he's worthy of our time." She said, becoming angry.
She looks up at Professor Krevy, who is now fighting to remember a calming spell.
"What about Colette? Charlotte Bronte? Simone de Beauvoir?." Lily continued.
James, lounging in his seat in the back row, elbows a good looking guy with dark hair and eyes, identified by the name Sirius, embroidered on his workshirt before adding.
" Mother Goose?"
The class titters as Lily's expression becomes that of intolerance.
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"Lily Evans. My, my. You've been terrorizing Professor Krevy again." Miss Perky says, addressing Lily, who is seated in front of her.
"Expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action." Lily remarked
"Well, yes, compared to your other choices of expression this year, today's events are quite mild. By the way, Serveus Snape's gonad retrieval operation went quite well, in case you're interested." Miss Perky added
" I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls. I was merely a spectator." Lily said, indifferently.
"The point is Lily… people perceive you as somewhat ..."
Lily smiles, daring her to say it.
"Tempestuous?" She offered
"No ... I believe "heinous bitch" is the term used most often." Miss Perky corrected, grimacing. "You might want to work on that."
Lily rises from her chair with a plastic smile matching the counselor's.
"As always, thank you for your excellent guidance." She said sarcastically, walking out.
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Violet ignores the droning professor as she writes a note big flowing handwriting.
" I realize the language of Mr. Shakespeare makes him a bit daunting, but I'm sure you're all doing your best." The Professor assured herself more than the students.
Violet folds the note and passes it behind her with a flip of her hair to April. April opens the note and reads:
"LUCIUS MALFOY SAID HI TO ME IN THE HALL! OH! MY GOD!"
April frowns to herself.
"Ms. Evans, do you care to comment on what you've read so far?" The Professor asks.
Violet looks up and smiles an innocent smile.
"Not really."
The professor shakes her head, but lets it go.
Macey, a waif-like 7th year muggle born, sits off to the side trying to slit her wrist with the plastic spiral on her quill, looks up and raises her hand.
"Macey. Since you're assisting us, you might as well comment. I'm assuming you read the assignment." The Professor said.
"Uh, yeah, I read it all." Macey said
"The whole play?" The Professor asks.
"The whole folio. All the plays." Macey adds
"You've read every play by William Shakespeare?" The Professor asks in disbelief.
"Haven't you?" Macey challenged, raising an eye brow.
The stunned Professor doesn't answer and goes to call on the next student.
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Macey and Lily sit down by the lake after grabbing some dessert from the Great Hall.
"Your sister is so amazingly without." Macey commented. "She'll never read him.
She has no idea."
"The fact that you're cutting Divisination so you can be in 4th year English just to hear name, is a little without in itself if you ask me." Lily said.
Macey shrugs. "It's not like I'd learn anything from Divisonation, Professor Jacobs is quiting this year anyway." She said.
Lily sees James as he walks by with his friends, lighting up a cigarette. Macey notices her staring.
"Who's that?" She asks
"James Potter…Random Skid." Lily said.
"That's James Potter? The one who was gone for a year? I heard he was doing porn movies in the muggle world." Macey commented
" I'm sure he's completely incapable of doing anything that interesting." Lily said indiffrently.
" He always look so…."
"Block E?" Lily offered
Lily turns back to face Macey and forces her food into Macey's hand.
"Macey, eat. Starving yourself is a very slow way to die." She said
"Just a little." Macey says as she begins eating.
"What's this?' Lily asked, noticing Macey's wrist.
" An attempted slit." Macey says.
Lily stares at her, expressionless.
"I realize that the men of this fine institution are severely lacking, but killing yourself so you can be with William Shakespeare is beyond the scope of normal teenage obsessions. You're venturing far past daytime talk show fodder and entering the world of those who need very expensive therapy." She said
"But imagine the things he'd say during sex." Macey says.
Lily thinks for a minute. "Okay, say you do it. You kill yourself, you end up in wherever you end up and he's there. Do you really think he's gonna wanna date a ninety pound compulsive who failed flying lessons?" She asks.
Macey's eyes look past Lily to Violet as she spots her across the grounds.
Violet and April parade by Lucius and his friends, one of the boys elbows Lucius.
"Virgin alert." He whispers.
Lucius looks up and smiles at Violet.
"Lookin' good, ladies." He says, causing Violet smiles her coyest of smiles.
"Tragic." Macey says, Lily doesn't respond.
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"Why do girls like that always like guys like that?" Remus asked Peter, looking at Lucius and Violet.
"Because they're bred to." Peter said, repeating what his Dad had told him once. "Their mothers liked guys like that, and their grandmothers before them. Their gene pool is rarely diluted." He said.
"He always have that shit-eating grin?" Remus asked irritivly
"Lucius Malfoy? Yup. I wish I could say he's a moron, but he's number twelve in the class, and a model. There's a rumor he's going to be featured in Witch Weekly." Peter said.
The 'bell' rings, Remus and Peter rise as Remus tries to catch a glimpse of Violet as she walks back inside.
"You know French?" Peter asked Remus
" Sure do ... my Mum's from Canada" He said, wondering why Peter was asking.
" Guess who wants to learn?" Peter asked, nodding towards Violet.
"You mean I'd get a chance to talk to her?" Remus asked, his eyes widening
Peter looks like a bobble head firure he nodds so quickly.
Remus watches as Violet flounces back into the building.
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My first chapter in my first story, please review, I need to know if I should continue with this story or not.
~Thanks: ~Mystery~