Chapter 2
Lost in Thoughts
Mia hissed in delight as the hot water made impact with the cold skin of her naked body. She shut her eyes and allowed her mind to drift away from the problems of the world. Once her skin was competing that of an old woman's, she switched the tap off, reducing the rush of hot water pouring out of the shower nozzle to little droplets. She grabbed a fluffy white towel off the metal hook that was next to the shower and wrapped it around her body.
The steam from her hot shower seeped from underneath the door and into her dorm. Droplets of condensation formed on the surface of the mirror on her dresser. Her blurred reflection made the corners of mouth lift up into a smirk, the deformed shape that was indeed her was a mixture of colours making her out to be some hideous creature that lived under her bed.
The cool touch of the floor made her bare feet shrivel up in discomfort, she rushed over to the seat that jutted out from the small opening of the ebony dresser. She sat herself down, reached over to wipe the mirror and unwrapped the makeshift turbin on her head, allowing long wet tendrils of black hair tumble down her bare shoulders. Smiling at her reflection a small glint in the corner of the reflected image caught her eye. She turned around and saw that it was the silver framed moving picture of her and her "little sister".
Hermione Granger was a 10 year old girl who followed Mia around like a lost puppy ever since she moved into her muggle neighborhood. The girl knew everything about Mia and saw her as the perfect role model but of course she remained unaware of Mia's magical heritage . The young girl's annoying nature eventually started to grow on Mia and soon enough she found herself looking forward to their afterschool park sessions, where they would climb trees or visit the magical stone castle, complete with turrets and towers that was in reality the old tacky concrete playground that was deserted and void of any life, hidden within the shadows of the trees.
Kennedy was always welcome to those sessions but Hermione seemed to grow a large dislike towards Mia's best friend for no apparent reason. And Kennedy seemed to back off immediately when she sensed the dislike directed her way. Personally, Mia believed that Hermione was just jealous of Kennedy since she gets the opportunity to spend more time with her or that she was just scared that Kennedy would one day steal Mia away from her.
Hermione was incredibly bright and intellectual for her age. She had the most interesting conversations with Mia, sometimes making her feel like the young girl was much more mature and wiser than herself.
The rattle of the locked doorknob to her dorm, shook Mia back to reality. She glimpsed one last time at the moving picture to see the bushy haired girl smiling awkwardly at the camera, revealing her 2 buck teeth that stuck out underneath her upper lip, before looking up at Mia, who sent a broad smile to the camera and waved slightly before pulling Hermione into a hug. Hermione at the time didn't know that the camera being used was a 'special' camera, therefore acted regularly while she looked up in confusion at Mia who waved at the camera, claiming that it wasn't a video being taken, it was an image.
Mia just thanked God for her muggle upbringing otherwise she wouldn't have known how to reply to Hermione with a straight face. The irritated knock on the mahogany door alerted Mia that she had lost herself in her thoughts once more.
"Who is it?"She called out. She wondered who would it be, since she really didn't talk to anyone at school unless it was an absolute necessity like a class project or something similar. This resulted her in having little to no friends, but plenty of friendly acquaintances, though none of them would have the honour of being a close, trusted friend.
"It's us!" The hushed and perfectly synchronized voices made her smirk in recognition though they couldn't see it. Fred and George Weasely, (the younger siblings to their annoying git of a brother, Charlie) have instantly grown attached to her once she allowed them to use her current residence as the temporary Weasely HQ. She and Cordelia Watchburgh have lived alone for the past years and ever since Cordy bloomed over the summer of 4th year, she spends most of her nights in other beds.
After suffering through a year of loneliness and going to bed in a deserted dorm, she met the 2 young Weasely twins who had a passion for pranking. After demonstrating their amateur pranks that needed desperate improvement, Mia offered her dorm to the young first year boys who declined half-heartedly seeing as they did not need help from anyone, a girl at that. After a week of hunting for a hidden headquarters, the hunt had ended in failure with a 3 week Saturday detention to top it off. They had went back to visit Mia with their heads down and asked if her offer was still standing.
To this day, Mia was left in the dark at how they managed to climb up those stairs to the girls' dormitories without the steps transforming into a slide as it was magically bewitched to do so by Professor Dumbledore himself.
The blast that rocketed off the brass doorknob alerted Mia of their unwanted entrance into her dorm. Scowling, Mia shot up straight and stomped towards the door. She clumsily unlatched the lock and pulled the door open.
"What? What in the world did you need so urgently that it couldn't wait a few more minutes?" Her voice had the 2 boys looking as if they were about to piss themselves.
They opened their mouth to reply, but they both realized at the exact moment that she was covered in nothing but a towel.
The one on her right, (she still couldn't tell the difference between the 2 more than identical twins) blushed and averted his gaze to the ground once he had a good view of her cleavage. While the other burst out laughing.
"Blimey, Mia! If we'd known that you were in such a hurry to see us you'd forgotten to put on clothes, we would have cast our Alohamora spell much better!" His obnoxious chuckles irritated Mia more and more by the second. Just when Mia was about to slam the door shut, she looked down and finally processed his words to realize her state of undress.
"Dammit!" She leaned around the door frame and looked up and down the spiraled staircase, this made the blushing twin's face match his fiery red hair. Mia smirked before confirming that the coast was clear. She didn't want anyone getting wrong thoughts of seeing a half-naked sixth year girl allowing 2 hormonal pre-teen second year boys into her dorm.
She pulled the 2 annoying boys into her dormitory with one hand, while the other slammed the door shut behind them.
"You boys do what you have to do while I go get changed. You can stay here as long as you want, I have detention tonight so I won't be able to see you out. All in all, good luck with succeeding in you're efforts." She sent both boys a wink before reentering the bathroom, and grabbing a change of clothes on the way.
Throughout the entire week Mia found herself not looking forward to the weekend due to her assigned detention on Friday night. She wouldn't have minded at all if all she had to do was write lines with Professor McGonagall, but no fate wouldn't have it as she had to spend her Friday night scrubbing the Trophy Room the muggle way with no one other than Argus Filch, the grumpiest man to walk this Earth.
She had to meet him after dinner for 'a well deserving discipline to be handed out'. Mia sighed at the idea and soon enough found herself trudging all the way down to the great hall, not feeling up for that detention. Not that insulting Professor Snape wasn't worth it, because in all reality, it totally was.
Mia attempted to view the situation through an optimist's eyes, there were always worse punishments to be handed out other than cleaning the trophies, such as scrubbing chamber pots in the hospital ward, once again the muggle way. Mia shuddered at the idea and immediately felt a surge of pity for anyone who had to suffer through it.
The clock bells chimed signaling the end of dinner. Mia had spent her entire day lost in a journey of never-ending thoughts. Nothing good ever came out of this since she missed her dinner. Now she would have to go to detention feeling pissed and hungry which in general was not a good combination especially when that combination of emotions happened to be Mia's emotions. She was not one to mess with when experiencing anything below the status of satisfaction.
Grumpily Mia turned around allowing her feet to guide her in the direction of the Trophy Room. Stomping all the way down, she grumbled moodily to herself as she took the last few steps that remained between her and her destination.
The candelabra chandelier that hung low from the high ceiling, contained 6 beige coloured candles from which dull flames sat upon each. Flickering occasionally under the weight of a stray breeze, this gave off the effect that the dimly lit room was alive as shadows formed and disintegrated. The chandelier was suspended by a chain of interlinked metal rings which occasionally clanked together and swung around in a hypnotizing circle.
"Miss Anthony, I see you have finally decided to grace me with your presence." The raspy voice broke her from the hypnotic illusion she was under.
Turning on her heel to face the hideous man, she replied with an equally sarcastic tone "Yes I do apologize, for I couldn't decide what to wear for this oh so special occasion, a cleaning apron or a janitor's uniform." As she spoke her hands waved wildly around her form, pointing to her jeans and sweater combination.
The smug grin on his face disappeared only to be replaced with an unflattering scowl, making his already ugly wrinkled face look even more uglier. Apparently he didn't comprehend her muggle reference, his scowl deepened when she sent him a cheeky grin.
"Get to work." He growled rather moodily then proceeded to pull out a bucket and sponge out of nowhere and shoved it into her hands with such a force causing it to send some filthy water over the edges of the rusted metal bucket.
He pushed her out of the way and walked to what Mia presumed were the stairs behind her to leave. She grinned confidently, that idiot had forgotten to confiscate her wand. Once he was behind her Mia started to dance her dance of victory while still holding on to her cleaning supplies, only to be disrupted by the raspy voice that rang out from behind her. "Don't think I forgot about your wand Miss Anthony."
Mia dropped her head rather miserably and reluctantly handed over her precious wand to the cruelest man on Earth. Mia hated not having her wand on her being at all times. It made her feel empty and naked, vulnerable to any danger out there. It made her feel like an easy target.
She always had her wand on her, even when she was sleeping she clutched tightly on to it under the safety of her pillow. While she was showering, she would place it on the soap holder. Even when she was back at home and out of school, her wand would always be with her, despite the fact not being able to use it since she was still under age and forbidden to use it, unless emergencies occurred. She had grown attached to the piece of wood and felt a certain void within her that only her wand was able to fill up.
She decided to start scrubbing the shelves of Quidditch Cups first, since each one was large and bulky, and she would rather be over and done with it first. She approached the intimidating shelf timidly before plucking the closest one off and bringing it closer for her to inspect. She read the engraved inscription at the very bottom of the large golden trophy.'1975, Gryffindor's Quidditch Cup.' She grinned widely before dipping the orange tinted sponge into the dirty water and wiping away the smudges of dirt and fingerprints on the handles of the trophy.
17 trophies later, Mia could be found sitting Indian style in the Trophy Room, with a trophy held tightly between the thighs of her crossed legs, scrubbing away like no tomorrow and looking like a downright mess. The humidity of the Trophy Room finally caught up with her as her hair frizzed and curled making her look manic as random stands of hair stuck out from her now loosened ponytail. The sleeves of her white sweater were rolled up to her elbows and stained with dirty water.
She finished off cleaning the trophy that she current held, and used her now free hand to push back the strand of frizzled hair that sprung free from its pulled back ponytail, unconsciously as she did this, she smudged her face with dirt.
That was 18 trophies cleaned. 12 more and she would have the choice to leave or remain cleaning for house points.
She stood up slowly and walked over to place the trophy back on the shelf. Just as she placed it, a voice echoed in the room from behind her making her jump and almost knocking out the entire trophy shelf. Thankfully she caught herself before she caused anymore mayhem.
"Sorry I'm late, sir." The low hushed tone of the voice that startled Mia, sent ripples of familiarity through her. It was the same voice. The same voice that complimented her earlier this week.
Hello again! So I decided to include more Harry Potter characters in this story despite what I said in my earlier post. And the teacher that Mia shouted at last chapter was originally portrayed to be Professor Slughorn but I decided against it and chose to set my story further in the past, so to clear up any confusion, the year is set in1990, a year before Harry is set to arrive at Hogwarts. She shares the same year as Charlie Weasly and Nymphadora Tonks. So back to what I was saying let's just place Professor Severus Snape as the teacher that assigned her the detention, and I know that my portrayl of his character might seem OOC but it will change back to his original attitude next time he is written in this story. So I am open to any suggestion for further improvement and I hope that you rate and review. Thank you. ;*
