Never Trust A Malfoy
I've been at Hogwarts for two weeks now, but it feels like a lifetime. I've learned so much my head is bound to explode, yet it keeps asking for more. I'm not sure if I can keep up, but I want to make everyone back home proud, being the first witch in my family and all. After my second Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, I stop by the Great Hall for a quick snack and a chat with my fellow ravenclaws before heading off to the library to study my new spells I've just learned.
I see that blonde twit, Scorpius Malfoy, staring at me across the hall. He pokes his tongue out at me and I just glare back at him. What did I ever do to him for him to be so cruel to me? I got stuck with him on the train ride here. At first I thought he was a pleasantly nice boy, laughing and joking and be being perfectly amicable, but that was before I found out he somehow magically adhered my bag to the bench seat when I was gazing out the window. I almost missed the boat ride to the castle before I could find someone to help me get if off. And then on Monday, I was studying by the lake, and him and some of his stupid slytherin buddies started throwing wizard crackers at me. It gave me such a fright I almost fell right into the water. There's no use getting hot and bothered about it now. I really should go study.
In the library, I quietly study my new defensive spells. Softly lighting up my wand with Lumos, and sending pretty green sparks across my study carrel with Verdimillious, but I just can't get any of books or anything to turn rubbery with Spongify. This spell should be simple. Frustrated with myself, I gather my things and prepare to go back to the ravenclaw common room. I'm walking through the many winding, twisting shelves when the one directly at my left starts to quiver and shake and then begins to tip toward me. All the books start their descent and are going to topple me into a pile of ravenclaw goo if I don't react quickly enough. I snatch my wand from my robes and with an S-shaped flick I shriek Spongify, praying to Merlin that it works. The books all glow a light pink and then bounce right off me. I let out a huge sigh of relief and then head off to find the librarian, but I turn the corner to see a blond boy-shape in a fit of giggles in the next row. If it isn't Scorpius Malfoy: the bane of my existence.
"You could have killed me!" I yell.
"Yeah, but I didn't." He's still laughing, that git.
"You'll get what's coming to you, Malfoy." I say with all the malice I can muster and storm off to the common room.