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Chapter 1- The Bored Student's Pastime
Mercy rested her chin on her hand as she stared blankly at the chalkboard Professor Burbage was writing on. She glanced over at her best friend Oakley and saw her boredom reflected in her deep brown eyes. Oakley looked over with a wink, flicking her wavy brown, almost black hair over her shoulder and started to write on a blank piece of parchment on their shared desk.
Not paying attention, I see? I find these lamps simply fascinating.
Mercy shook her head grinning; a lock of her red hair fell into her face. Brushing it aside in annoyance, she looked to see if she had tucked a bobby pin onto the sleeve of her sweater… but no luck. She picked up her quill and wrote back. Psh… when do I ever? You know we have at least one lamp in each room at my house. Useless information really.
Oakley's eyes flashed over the parchment. Well we can't all have the privilege of being a muggleborn… Why are you even taking this class in the first place?
Mercy furrowed her brow… You know… I honestly don't remember. It had something to do with you though… But honestly I just can't seem to match Burbage's enthusiasm on plugging in a lamp.
Oh, you came over to the dark side to be with me? Bless you. Bless you. Oakley shot over a cheeky grin.
Well it's hardly the dark side. Muggles do have all the lamps after all. Oakley kicked her leg under the table.
"Ouch!" Mercy muttered not quietly enough, for the eyes of Professor Burbage pierced Mercy with a look of disapproval.
"Do you have a question, Miss Baines?" She asked, crossing her arms and twiddling her chalk in her hand.
Mercy bit her cheek, "No professor." Burbage looked dubious but turned back to the chalkboard. Pulling the parchment a little closer to her, Mercy wrote I hardly think a bad pun warrants this kind of abuse. ABUSE I TELL YOU!
You had it coming... Can we skive off C.O.M.C. today? I'm not really in the mood to lose a limb to whatever monstrosity the lunatic wants to unleash on us.
Mercy shook her head. They had already skipped that class too much last year. Her excuses would only get so far. NO. We can't skip yet. It's too early in the school year.
But I don't want to die yet! I'm only 14! I haven't lived!
Oh hush. I'd rather get detention for doing something worthwhile. All we do when we skip class is hide in our dorm. Let's go to the library after dinner.
Mercy stifled a laugh at Oakley's look of disgust when she read what she had wrote. The scoff attracted the eyes of the professor who simple sent a warning look in Mercy's direction. Mercy looked down at the table, biting her lip.
Ewww… Not the library.
No hear me out. I had an idea, and seeing as your bored I thought you would enjoy some general mayhem.
Ooh. Intriguing. Care to elaborate, darling?
Nope, you'll see dear. I tell you there.
Oakley sighed. Fine, but Charlie has to come too.
Mercy glanced at Charlie who was sitting across the aisle. Is body was hunched over his desk, diligently trying to write down what was on the board. Crumbling up piece of parchment, Mercy waited until Burbage turned around again. Then she discretely threw it at Charlie's head.
The paper hit the mark and bounced off the side of Charlie's face and onto his desk. From behind his blonde hair, his bronze orange eyes narrowed in annoyance. Mercy knew he was silently trying to get her to leave him out of it, but she smirked at him and mimed for him to unfold the paper. He rolled his eyes, but did so nevertheless.
Mercy slipped her wand out of her pocket. She muttered an incantation, tapped her parchment and then flicked her wand at Charlie's. She quickly shoved her wand back in her bag as Burbage's eyes glanced over the class again. The words Mercy and Oakley had scribbled on their paper wiped onto Charlie's.
He sighed and his eyes darted back and forth across the page. He reached the bottom and shot a look of disapproval. He picked up his quill.
Mercy and Oakley watched as his handwriting filed in after theirs on their paper.
Can you leave me out of this?
You don't have anything better to do. Might as well.
Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssse? Mercy stuck out her bottom lip as both she and Oakley looked over at Charlie, who stared back.
He sighed. Fine… but you can't skip Care of Magical Creatures without me again.
I already told Oaks we aren't going to.
Oakley looked over at her. "Come on! I really hate that class." Oakley whispered.
"You should have dropped it then," Mercy whispered back.
"Easy for you to say." She said back, but again too loudly. Professor Burbage turned and threw her chalk at her. Oakley ducked, just in time.
"Miss Milova, pay attention or you and Miss Baines will both have to see me after class." She said.
"Sorry, professor." They both said, sinking back into boredom for the rest of the class.
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