Everything's Chaos on Fridays
Chapter One: Memories, First Days, And Boy Scouts

As Mora stood at the main entrance to Hogwarts, she smiled discreetly to herself. It would only be forty minutes at the most before all the students would arrive. Seeing the first years cross the lake in the little boats always amazed her. They all seemed so young and innocent, whereas she was deprived of the simple joy of youth when she entered Hogwarts. But she never entered one of the boats which had carried so many students of the years. This separated her from all other students, and she knew this. Who wouldn't? Her difference was completely obvious.

Even still, she had learned to enjoy herself despite her share of tragedy. Dwelling on the negative parts of her life would in turn make her life quite negative, and she wanted to enjoy it, not spend it moping about thing she couldn't change.

As she quietly reflected about her past, memories swamped her head before she could stop them. Normally she was quite good at pushing away unwanted feelings and memories. But she supposed the cold night air and waiting for the other students had weakened her defenses against her own mind. Slowly she was absorbed into the memory and drifted off into her own mind.

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She ran blinding down the corridor to the dungeons, not paying attention to the stares the passing students were giving her. While she often walked down this same hall, Mora had to stop and quickly recollect her thoughts before once again running full speed ahead to the Slytherin common room's entrance. In her shock, she could not remember the password. Normally the portrait would let her in, despite her blue and silver tie, but her frantic manner made him refuse. Considering that she was normally calm and collected, he was quite frightened of her behavior. Blaise wouldn't hear her knock against the stone walls, so she just slumped down against the wall. Her back protested, for it was cold even through her jacket and shirt. Slowly she brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them, but didn't put her head down. Staying alert would allow her to know when a Slytherin was coming down the hall. And if it happened to be someone who knew Blaise, they would know that she could be trusted since she was almost always in his company.

As she heard footsteps echo down the hall, she jumped up and walked cautiously toward the sound. Yet instead of a head of long brown hair, she saw a blindingly bright haired blond walking casually down the corridor toward her. Mora rushed to him, and shook him harshly by the shoulders. "Where's Blaise? Have you seen him? Please? Where's Blaise?"

His look of suspicious was instantly replaced with alarm, for he noticed she was clearly distressed. Normally her behavior was odd, at least to him, but never this flustered. He was reluctant to help her, but he knew that Blaise would have his head if anything happened to her. "No, he's at qudditch practice. It just started, so he'll be away for at least…" Mora collapsed to the ground.

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"Mrs. Sumpter!" said a voice clearly aggravated. She found herself sitting on the ground, just like she had been in her memory. Vaguely she remembered changing her position, but she was unsure if that was simply her mind playing tricks on her. Mora shot out of her mind, whipped her long black hair behind her ear, and glanced up at her rather frustrated potions master. Her blue eyes sparked with an emotion he couldn't place.

"Yes?" she said, with all the force she could muster. The memory was not a pleasant one, and she'd hoped not to remember that experience so soon. 'Has it really only been two years' she thought? Professor Snape sighed loudly, and she knew that he'd been calling her name more than once.

"The students will be arriving soon, and I'd appreciate it if you weren't sitting outside wrapped up in your mind, like you've been so accustomed to over the summer. Honestly, if you can't halfway pay attention, you should only reminisce when you are in your quarters! Are we clear?" She had heard this spiel before, and she really did try to stop. But it was harder then she was willing to admit, and Snape clearly found it inappropriate behavior for her. Just because she was one of his favorite students did not mean he had to be kind to her. They shared an interesting relationship, one filled with sarcasm and sometimes offensive exchanges. Yet, Mora thought that was what made Snape tolerate her, because she wasn't afraid of him.

"Oh! Of course Professor, how silly of me to think. Maybe next time I'll turn my brain off. Maybe slobber a bit?" Her biting tone surprised the professor slightly, but only because she seemed so far away a minute ago. She snapped back to reality quite quickly. She audibly sighed; she knew he didn't mean it personally. "I'll try better next time, as always."

At this he seemed pleased, and as he turned to leave he said over his shoulder, "The students are arriving quite soon, so walking to the Great Hall now would be a good idea Mrs. Sumpter. Seeing the boats float in again would be a waste of your time."

Mora stood slowly, dusted off the back of her skirt, since dirt seemed to be attracted to Hogwart's uniforms. Unconsciously, she straightened her tie. Somehow over the six years that she'd been there it became a nervous habit. Not that she was exceptionally bothered about the students coming back, it was practically the opposite. Seeing Blaise again would be one of the greatest things she could wish for. Their communication had ceased over her long summer, for he had traveled to New Zealand with his family. She didn't want her owl to go through such a long flight, and he wouldn't get the concept of muggle mail. Even though she was a wizard, her parents made sure she knew about the world outside of where she lived. Living in a bubble was not something her parents, or at least her father, wanted to become of her; and she really loved muggle movies.

That night the Great Hall looked exceptionally nice, over the summer the staff didn't light up all the candles and the house tables hadn't been put out until two days ago. She picked a seat near the end of the table, as far away from the front of the room as possible. The Sorting Hat had taken to bellowing the song instead of singing it, so she found the back much more comfortable. Even though her fellow Ravenclaws were polite to her, she never made a friend or even an acquaintance in the house.

Both her friends were in Slytherin, and she really only had one best friend. Draco was a friend, but they both treated each other with caution. Yet, Blaise and Mora were almost as close are blood brother and sister. When she first came to Hogwarts, he was her only friend.

Once again, her thoughts were interrupted; the Hall was being filled with students eager to start the year. Mora glanced upon the group of her peers with a sense of boredom. While some grew taller and more mature, most looked the same. The tables slowly filled up, and it seemed to her that the Hufflepuffs were still wandering around without a clue of what was going one. Perhaps her prejudice against the yellow and black clad students was misplaced, but from what she could tell, Hufflepuffs were leftovers. They didn't fit into any other house, so they had to make a house for the plain ones.

A tap on her shoulder brought her back to reality and turned around to see a brown haired Slytherin. She jumped up from her seats and gave him a monstrous hug. Not talking to him for three months had been torture.

"Blaise! God, I've missed you!" she exclaimed as she pulled away from the embrace. By now, the Great Hall was so loud, you practically had to yell. He stepped closer and spoke loudly, to be sure that she could actually hear him over everyone else's chatter.

"Nice to see you too, but I better go sit down, Dumbledore's about to announce that everyone needs to sit." She looked disappointed that she hadn't gotten the chance to hear about his trip, but knew he was right. As she plopped down in her seat she thought she felt someone staring at her. Mora couldn't stand this, so she turned around in her seat to look at both the Gryffindor and the Hufflepuff table to make sure that the perpetrator wasn't at either of those tables. She turned back around in her chair and scanned down the Slytherin table until she met a pair of grey eyes, hinted with laughter. Obviously he enjoyed making her uncomfortable and seeing her so unhinged was endlessly amusing to him.

After a quick eye roll on Mora's part, Dumbledore stood and announced that the first years could be brought in now. She scanned the teacher table and all the teachers were there except for McGonagall. This year, Lupin was back to teaching, as most of the parents had gotten over the fact that he was a werewolf. But this was no surprise to her, she'd seen him around the school all summer, and she quietly laughed to herself as some students gasped in shock at their old Professor's return. McGonagall was out in the hall right now with all the first years. Although she had the chance to greet Blaise, she wished she had waited outside to see the boats float onto the shore, but Professor Snape had prevented her from doing so.

Quickly and nervously, the first years filed into the Great Hall. This year's sorting was the same as always, except a different song and the fact that Hufflepuff got more students than any other house. Mora was slightly put off by this, 'More idiots for me to put up with,' she thought. A quick glance at the Slytherin table showed her that Draco disapproved of the new Badgers just as she did. They shared a knowing glance, and then moved their gaze to the front of the room as Dumbledore bumped his fork against his goblet. His eyes twinkled as he gave the usual speech, "Welcome first years! We are very thankful to have you here with us and hope you obey the few rules we have laid down over the time Hogwarts has been in existence. The Forbidden Forest is not to be entered, unless with a teacher. It is, as should be evident, forbidden. All students should be in there own common room by 10 o'clock at night. After the feast, each Head of the House will take their coordinating first years to their common room, and show them around the castle a bit. Let the feast begin!"

The feast was, as usual, delicious. Soon, she finished her meal and stood up. Blaise looked over at her and gave her a look, which she translated to mean meet me outside. After knowing each other so long, communication through looks became much easier. Except the fact that sometimes actually finding his eyes through his hair could be quite difficult. Other students had already begun to leave, and Mora walked out along with a few Gryffindors.

She walked to the right of the giant doors and leaned against them, waiting for Blaise to come outside. If there's anything bad Mora was at, it would be her patience skills. In certain instances, like waiting for the first years, she can bear it. Yet at the moment, she just wanted to go back to her room and finish her book of the moment, Lamb by Christopher Moore. While it was a muggle book, it was hilarious and she couldn't wait to find out what Biff was going to do next.

After a bit of searching through her uniform, she managed to find a bit of parchment and a quill which her father had given to her more than six years ago that never ran out of ink. Quickly, she wrote onto the parchment that she went to her room to read, and next time he shouldn't make her wait for so long if he needed to talk to her. While she felt somewhat rude for leaving after only about five minutes, she figured he should have asked her to come out only when he was ready.

Mora turned back around and attempted to walk in front of the Great Hall doors, but was stopped by something solid, which didn't budge except for one step backwards. However, she stumbled backwards and landed on her back. As soon as her eyes focused, she saw Draco in front of her, one eyebrow raised in disbelief and amusement. "Oh, shove it. You act as if you've never fallen down. But then again, you being the high and mighty God of Slytherin, falling down can't be acceptable for you. My apologies, your highness." She said, dripping with sarcasm. Normally he would find comments such as that offensive, but he was accustomed to her attitude and had grown to find it humorous instead. He chose to ignore her comment, and instead helped her get up to her feet.

"Blaise said that Snape wanted to talk to him about some potions test he took last year, or something along those lines. So, he asked me to make sure you weren't still waiting. I was actually surprised you were, normally you have the patience of a hummingbird with A.D.H.D."

"Actually, I was just leaving." She showed him the note, and he shook his head in disbelief. "You carry about a quill, ink, and parchment in your uniform? My god, I thought I was doing good by carrying a wand."

"Well you know I'm like a boy scout- always prepared." With that she held up three fingers, and skipped off to the Ravenclaw common room, leaving Draco behind with a very confused look on his face and saying in confusion, "Boy scout?"

A.N.: Well, new story, obviously. Not my first Harry Potter fanfiction, but this is the first I've published. I have two other chapters almost done, each longer than this one. Yet I'm a revision freak, so they won't be up for a few days. This will be about my main character Mora, if you haven't gotten that yet. This will be a multi-chapter story. Please review, thanks.

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