Yay this is the second chapter of my story. This one is more humorous then the first... Hope you enjoy it!
This chapter is especially dedicated to Xx.just. who kindly offered to beta my story! So thanks to her, she is just so nice to do that! You can read her stories too, they are great!
So when the timetable came the next morning, my sixth sense told me that the day was going to suck.
Pity I was actually right.
I peered down at my complicated-looking sheet of timetable and examined it. I almost wished I hadn't, because the next minute, I recoiled in horror.
Potions.
And Double Divinations.
What luck I had. Then, just when I thought the day couldn't get worse, I remembered the talk I'd with Professor McGonagall last night. The one about my Potion grades being " dismal and atrocious" (Directly quoted from McGonagall herself).
I pushed my bowl of cornflakes aside, started banging my head on the breakfast table, and groaned really really loudly. I swear I was near tears.
Why me???
" Going to have a good morning Katie?" Alicia asked calmly, apparently not noticing all the commotion I'd caused. Angelina was spreading strawberry jam on her toast, while Fred and George were just sniggering their freaking red heads off. Hilarious.
Did I mention before how very unsympathetic my friends are?
I snatched the knife Angelina had been using out of her hand and brandished it wildly. Do they not care that I may suffer from a breakdown anytime soon?
" Excuse me, but can my so-called best friends please try to show some concern? Apparently this school has some sort of grudge against me to give me such a schedule!" I cried out. I seriously don't care if the first years think I'm going mad. Pfff. As if the knife- brandishing hadn't confirmed that.
Clap clap.
I think I hear applause from Angelina.
" Wonderful, Katie, wonderful. Now stop being so Drama- mama and return my knife." Ange said, still clapping sarcastically.
Ha ha.
" What's wrong with your time table anyway? I don't see anything bad." Oliver decided to invite himself to the seat next to mine, and plucked the timetable out of my hand without permission. I glared at him. Cue for everybody to start shrinking in fear.
" I have Potions and Divinations! Today!" I told him angrily.
" SO? Potions is interesting!"
Yeah sure, Potions is interesting for people who passed it. Potions is fun for people like Oliver Wood, who surprisingly does well in it. I found out last night while whining to the whole common room that Oliver here averages an " Outstanding" in that stupid subject. His only "O", just had to be the bloody subject I am struggling with. Yeah, sure, Potions is VERY FUN when you have people like Oliver who rub salt into your wounds.
He was definitely smirking.
" By the way, did you know that you have a streak of jam on your hair? Must be all that wild knife-waving." He added coolly.
I examined my long blond strands of hair. Oliver was right, I did have sticky red jam on my hair.
He was right. But I was angry, embarrassed and emotional. You know what people like that do? Exactly what I did next.
I smashed my bowl of cornflakes on his big fat stupid head.
After the whole Potions-talk with Professor McGonagall, I was determined to try my best in Potions and not let anything get to me. I was going to be cool, confident, and sure of myself.
Er yes. Cool, confident...
Then as soon I stepped into the dungeons for first lesson, I realised my first mistake.
I forgot to bring my Potions textbook.
And Snape noticed my mistake too. Because he said viciously to me "Ten points from Gryffindor, Miss Bell, for not bringing all your required materials. You may borrow a copy of it temporarily for the lesson from the shelves."
After taking a battered copy of Potions Making from the dusty shelves, I stormed to the back of the dungeons and flung myself onto the stool beside Oliver Wood.
" Don't smirk," I told him. But he grinned evilly anyway, and I couldn't say I blamed him. After the whole cornflake fiasco, there was no doubt he was going to pay me back with tons of gloating and torture in Potions.
" Silence!" Snape spat. " This is your final and NEWT year so I expect all of you to know how to brew a basic potion."
Here, his eyes glazed upon me. I lifted my chin in defiance. I will show him I can do it!
" Now turn to page twenty one. Follow the instructions and begin."
Before I could even blink, students were already busy setting up fire and chopping ingredients. Huh. And I hadn't even open the book yet!
This class was way competitive. Or scared of Snape.
I think its the latter.
Reluctantly I picked up the old copy of Potion Making. The previous owner had scribbled all over it with really untidy handwriting, and right on the top of the book she had written This belongs to the Pure Blood Potion Princess. I laughed mockingly. Yeah right.
I flipped to page twenty one. Euphoria Potion.
Oh no. No no no.
It looked way, way difficult. Plus the owner had keep crossing off the instructions and writing her own notes. Irritating.
Then a thought occurred to me. What if I failed Potions? What if I couldn't scrape a decent grade for this one? McGonagall would hassle me and Snape would dock fifty points off Gryffindor. Then my parents would send me a Howler, saying how ashamed they were of ...
Breathe. Breathe, Katie, Breathe!
I squinted at the bad handwriting and tried to decipher the words. English. Okay. So far, so good.
Poor comfort, but don't discourage me.
I quickly chopped up the ingredients randomly and threw some into the cauldron. Taking a quick peek to my left I could see a Hufflepuff already stirring the potion. In front of her, some girl named Anna Williams or something had already attained a 'crystal blue' liquid.
Shit. I was way, way behind, wasn't I?
That was when I made my second mistake. I accidentally added lacewing flies into my potion while I was panicking.
Shit shit! What do I do now?
I consulted the textbook. According to the proper instructions, I would have to re start, but the Pure Blood Potion Princess said its okay, I would just have to add the daisy roots in after that.
Hmm. Which set of instructions should I follow? Pick, Katie, Pick!
Just choose!
I picked the easy option. Go for danger, my mother would always say. That's the safest.
So I threw the daisy roots in.
To my surprise, the potion turned a"clear violet colour" as describe by the book. I sighed in relief. Phew. I was saved!
I looked at the copy of Potion Making with new found respect. It had saved my life! Heck, this Pure Blood Potion Princess was a genius! My saviour! If it hadn't been so old and dirty, I would probably have kissed and snogged it senseless!
What do I do now?
I debated to myself and bit my lip. Follow the hard way, or do the unorthodox shortcut?
But if she was right once, chances were she would be right again... Right?
Right.
Three, stir anticlockwise.
So I stirred the whole thing anticlockwise.
And the whole potion turned a violent shade of orange, like it should have.
But was it supposed to hiss like that? Wait, why is the whole thing bubbling?
Why on earth is that happening?
" Kates, what the hell are you doing!" Oliver cried out beside me. Both of us watched the madly bubbling potion with amazement and fascination. Then the whole cauldron spurted at us.
I did what came to my mind immediately: Duck behind Oliver Wood. And to complete it, he jumped in front of me too.
As Oliver got drenched by my potion and purple swelling started manifesting on his face, I realised my third mistake.
Listening to the Pure Blood Potion Princess.
" I'm sorry Oliver."
" You should be."
" I said I'm sorry!" I repeated slightly hysterically, feeling really guilty. After all, it was really my fault that Oliver landed up in Hospital Wing.
Lucky Madam Pomfrey was able to fix it in a jiffy. He just had to wear some bandage for the rest of the day.
" I got a detention I don't deserve thanks to you!"
" For the millionth time, I apologise!"
I shot him a wounded look and glanced at him dolefully. He sighed, as if resigning to fate.
Let me explain. Two seconds after the whole Potions disaster happened Snape snarled at us to go to the Hospital Wing and then cruelly informed us that for not following instructions, we both were to receive detentions with him that Friday night. He then shot us a glare so menacing neither of us dared to object.
So yeah, detention with Snape.
" How the hell did your potion explode anyway?" Oliver asked me. I squirmed slightly.
" Katie?" He repeated when I did not reply.
" Well, the previous owner of my textbook called the Pure Blood Potion Princess made a slight few amendments to the instructions on it and it looked easier. So I kind of... decided to follow her instructions instead." I said, wincing.
Oliver just looked at me in disbelief.
" Pure Blood Potion Princess?"
" Yeah." I said slowly
" You trust someone who calls herself the Pure Blood Potion Princess???"
Thinking back, that was a really stupid thing to do.
" Kind of..."
" Seriously. The Pure Blood Potion Princess?" He asked incredulously.
" Hey! I was desperate! Okay?" I cried out indignantly. That part was true.
I mean, you must consider the entire circumstances. I was young, innocent and being threatened by our Head to like Potions. Then Snape makes me act like a nervous wreck. I added the wrong ingredient! What was I supposed to do?
" You do know you owe me one." Oliver finally muttered to me
I beamed. Oliver had forgiven me! Thank Merlin!
" Thanks Oliver!" I squealed, jumping on him and hugging him, patting him lightly on his cheek before leaving behind a very bewildered Oliver Wood in the Hospital Wing.
" That was so romantic!" Alicia sighed dreamily.
I was in Divinations with Alicia and Angelina, trying to read each other's fortune through playing cards. The only thing we done so far was to sigh over how heroic the brave Oliver Wood was to jump in front of me during Potions, saving me from the many rolls of bandages.
Correction: The only thing Alicia and Angelina had done so far was to sigh over how heroic the brave Oliver Wood was to have jumped in front of me during Potions.
" Yes it was," agreed Angelina.
" No it wasn't! Besides, I ducked behind him too! He was just being nice because that's the way Oliver is!" I retorted angrily, half shuffling the cards, half enviously staring at Alicia's hair.
Lucky Alicia. She had such pretty brown hair. And Angelina's was black!
But of all the colours my hair had to be? It had to be blond. And Hogwarts somehow have very few people with golden hair. For some very strange reason.
Yes, my hair was nice, and silky and long. But being blond also meant that I was prone to hearing a lot of dumb blond jokes that Fred and George inflicted me with.
Why aren't there any dumb red head jokes?
" Katie! Our captain saved you from the fate of having ugly purplish swells! Not everyone will do that for you!" Alicia said. She's ever the romantic fart.
" Yeah, you just said the key phrase. He's our captain. He was probably afraid that an injured chaser would hurt his chances of winning the cup." I told her, rolling my eyes.
" Katie-"
" I hope he doesn't plot any revenge." I interrupted. "That was some of the nastiest and ugliest blotches I ever seen on his face. Bet he's gonna make me have extra practices." I added gloomily, dealing the cards.
Remember in the morning I'd had this sixth sense this day woukd go all wrong? And that Potions would be a disaster? And how I knew all these would happen?
Because for some very strange bizarre reason, I seem to have a certain flair in Divinations. Don't get me wrong. I hate the old bat Trelawny and the subject, and I usually just rubbish my way through the lessons. But Professor Trelawny here seems to think that I may have the inner eye. So now, thanks to all my last minute crapping, I happen to be the seventh year's top Divination student.
It makes sense though. With my whole sixth sense thing. Let's just hope the whole Oliver-extra-practice was just a figment of my imagination. Pray hard.
" Have you ever considered the fact that Oliver may like you?" Alicia asked, her eyes gleaming. I could see her trying hard to suppress her excitement.
I burst into laughter. No. Freaking. Way! Our deranged, insane, obsessed captain liking me? Come on. We argue twenty-four seven!
Hmmm. Let me try to picture it: Oliver trying to senerade a girl, on his knees, playing the guitar...
Crooning the Scottish Quidditch Team Anthem.
I burst into laughter again. Sorry. I can't.
" Maybe you are just trying hard not to see it Katie." Angelina commented wisely .
" Yeah, just like Alicia here is trying hard to deny something is going on with her and George." I said breezily.
Alicia glared at me.
" Any luck girls?" came a voice. Professor Trelawny was eyeing us with her hugely magnified eyes. Whoa. Talk about scary.
" Yes," I said, smirking. " Alicia Spinnet here will fall in love with a certain red head of the same age and will eventually marry someone with the initials G.W and give birth to a pair of twins."
Needless to say Spinnet did not look the least bit amused. But Trelawny (unexpectedly) looked at the cards and gaped. " Correct, Katie. Absolutely Correct! You really must possess the inner eye!"
I just laughed while Alicia turned red.
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