Sorry for the late update, feeling quite uninspired about life at the moment. My GCSEs start on Tuesday and I still haven't properly revised. Oh well.
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Here we go, enjoy:
No sooner had I walked out the door of the potions classroom, I found myself face down, sprawled over the floor, by books flying out my bag some distance from me. I sighed, hissing where my knees blossomed in pain and my hands were raw from where I had scraped them on the cold stone floor.
Bringing myself to my knees, I looked up to see who had tripped me this time, though I had fairly good guess. A head of carefully styled dark hair and cold grey eyes looked at me with thinly veiled disgust. Regulus Black, who else?
Sighing angrily, I stood up and grabbed my bag, shoving my books in them, willing the fat, salty tears not to fall from my eyes. To my chagrin they did not listen, and droplets of salty water made their way down my reddening cheeks. I wiped them away angrily, walking away only to walk straight into my tormentor. He jerked away, as if I would poison him.
"Watch where you're going, Freak." Black laughed, spitting the word as if it were a curse word. Honestly, after five years I wish that I could say that the word didn't faze me anymore, but I would be lying.
I'm just glad I have an excellent poker face. I saved the self-loathing crying fits for when I was tucked up in bed. Suddenly Black was shoved into the wall by none other than Remus Lupin. I felt a fierce sort of pride for my friend as he stuck up for me.
"Leave her alone Black." he growled, his want pointed at the younger boy's throat. A boy with long black hair and a big nose stepped through the crowds.
"Now, now Lupin, I wouldn't do that if I were you." Severus Snape drawled, his own wand pressed to Remus' temple.
Just then a Prefect saved Remus, dispersing the eagerly silent crowd. Black's cruel and taunting laugh stayed with me until I got to the Defence Against the Dark Arts Classroom. Rushing in, later than what I would have normally been, I was glad to find that the Professor was, too, late in arriving.
Actually on further observation, I noticed that, despite my run-in with Black, I had still managed to arrive before half of the class. Strange really, you'd think that after five years of going to the same classroom, that some people would actually manage to get here on time? Flicking to the section we had been working on last lesson, I decided to go- over the chapter on the off chance the Professor would decide to have a little test on it. Speaking of the Professor I came to realise two things. One; I couldn't for the life of me, remember the man's name. At all. And two; he was five minutes late, six actually according to my watch.
Shaking my head in confusion at why the man wasn't here yet, I decided to simply read more of the textbook.
Once again I found myself jumping when a bag landed on the table.
Looking up from the book I noticed Black sit down, a surly look on his face. Despite the fact that he had no part to play in today's humiliation, I found myself to be rather annoyed at the boy.
"Are you going to make a habit of sitting with me Black?" I asked, not bothering to look up at him. I sensed him jerk in surprise at my cold tone.
"I'm afraid so..." he paused and I looked up at his face, which was screwed up in confusion. "I'm sorry Morgenstern. About before I mean, my brother isn't the nicest to people like you." he added, shrugging. I sighed angrily.
"Blood-Traitors you mean?" I snapped at him, looking at the words which began to blur together on the page.
"Are you alright?" Black asked, without any sort of pity in his voice. I looked at him in confused shock.
"Just fine." I ground out. "And for the record my name is Meissa. Not 'Morgenstern'" I added, glaring at him. He nodded, ignoring my angry look.
"I'm Sirius. Not just Black" he replied. I winced slightly.
"Whatever." I murmured, growing bored. Finally the Professor decided to grace us with his presence.
"Sorry about that. I slept in this morning." the small man exclaimed happily. My eyes widened and my eyebrows shot up. Was he serious? What kind of a ridiculous man, a Professor no less, could walk into a class, twenty minutes late and act as if nothing had happened? I rolled my eyes and bit my cheek in irritation. He turned to the blackboard, scribbling something on it in his unintelligible writing.
"Now, today we will be..." I drowned his tinny voice out, choosing instead to pore over the textbook, like I had a hundred times before. I heard Black swallow slightly next to me.
"For the record, unlike my brother: I don't really think you're a Freak." he said at last, refusing to meet my eyes. I glared slightly.
"You don't know me that well." I murmured. "There's still time." his grey eyes flashed back to my green ones in shock. He then smiled a little.
"Trust me, I have an intimate understanding of Freaks and people who are just insane. You don't seem to come close." he replied, his smile fading slightly.
"And, like I said; you don't know me." I said again, turning the page of my book.
"I know more than you give me credit for Morgenstern." was all he replied with before turning to the Professor who was talking about something uninteresting, leaving me with my textbook.
So there we go. Another chapter down. What do you guys think so far? I know its kind of short, but I just felt the need to update. I hope you enjoyed,
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