I was having a really a really weird dream. I had stolen a talking tree and now somehow Longbottom had managed to puff me off my bed and into his class. Even worse was I didn't land gracefully on the ground but face first onto the desks.
'Blair, you ruined my plant,' Macey, some blond, accused me.
'I hate to break it to ya, Macey, but your growing a weed. You somehow managed to kill your plant months ago,' I told her as I dragged myself up.
'Blair,' the Professor snapped.
'Yes, asshole?' I asked.
'What did you just say?' he demanded. I don't think I've ever seen him so mad before.
'You must be older than you look if you're already going deaf,' I muttered under my breath as I stood up and began picking at various pieces of vegetation on my uniform.
'What is wrong with you?' he yelled, starting to look a bit scary.
'Well maybe it has something to do with you puffing me into a desk,' I yelled, refusing to be intimidated even though I really wanted to get as far away from him as possible.
'Well if you hadn't ran off then I wouldn't of needed to,' he said, running a frustrated hand through his hair.
'You bellowed out repeatedly,' I told him.
'I do not bellow,' he growled. His face became flushed as he became conscious of the whole class, and another waiting outside, watching us with their undivided detention. When he was angry I had to admit he was kinda cuter than before, if possible.
'Of course not. The great Neville Longbottom never bellows let alone go anything above an inside voice. The last 5 minutes a classic example of your gentle murmur of a voice as it flows over the rocks in a creek that's hidden in a secluded clearing in a forest where you can see rainbow coloured fish and hear the gossiping of birds mixed in the gentle breeze flowing through the trees...' I trailed off, leaving the rest to their imagination. They all just stared at me in shock, except the Professor who looked ready to blow.
'Detention,' he snapped.
'A detention?' I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
'Yes, tonight,' he told me, slowly calming down.
'I am truly terrified,' I told him, rolling my eyes.
'5 detentions,' he said, getting mad again.
'Now I am really scared,' I muttered, packing up my gear which was scattered around the room.
'2 weeks.'.
'I'm quivering in my boots,' I muttered, my back to him as I went in search of my fountain pen.
'A month.'
'Sold. So do tell- what form of torture will I be forced to endure?' I asked, smiling up at him.
'Taking care of the plants with supervision,' he said, letting out an exasperated sigh.
'Time?' I asked, leaning back watching the rest of the class run around flustered about being late for their next class. My teachers wouldn't notice if I was late, they wouldn't even care if I showed up at all. Except for Professor Longbottom and Malfoy, which is the only reason why I showed up to Herbology and Potions for every single lesson.
'7pm onwards,' he said, plopping down onto his chair where he seemed to deflate. So if I skipped dinner than I could get a few hours of study and homework in. I usually helped Madame Grey in the morning anyway, but doing it in the afternoon meant I would need to go to bed later in order to study efficiently. I was preparing for Level 3 'muggle exams' for English, Calculus, Accounting, Economics, Chemistry, Biology and Physics. In the real world the so-called qualifications that I got here were worthless. I basically homeschooled myself in my spare time, while near failing my classes here.
It was halfway to my next class that I remembered that I had potions and no note. I wonder how long I will have double detentions?
'Miss Bougar,' Malfoy said as I walked through the door. Hesitantly I sat down at an empty table before attempting to catch up with the lesson. All could see on the board was an essay question on the characteristics of a tree. I had covered it as a nitrogen fixer at some stage in biology, and faintly remember reading it in a potions book in library so I just began writing.
I was so absorbed in the essay that it was 10 minutes after everyone had left that I realised that Malfoy was reading the essay over my shoulder, or attempting to anyway. He could barely read my everyday writing let alone when I printed. In fact it seemed he couldn't read it at all since he hadn't even got past the first line.
'This is really good,' he said. Liar.
'Well, you said if you didn't approve of the essay you would give detentions and those added onto the ones for being late equals a lot of time-'
"Blair,' he interrupted.
'Sorry,' I said, packing up my gear. I needed to get to the library to finish the homework set by that Muggle Studies Teacher. The only thing I learnt from her was how not to throttle someone when you really, really, really wanted to.
'Blair, you're not in trouble with me, though the other teachers may... disapprove of you provoking Nevile. I just want to know why you have stopped trying,' he told me.
Did I really come of as that much of a dysfunctional idiot that even Malfoy thought he had to talk to me?
'Malfoy, to be frank I don't care. My teachers don't care, my friends don't care. Anyone and everyone does not care so why should I waste my time?' I asked him.
'I care,' he said, looking away.
'You don't make a very good liar,' I shrugged. Grabbing my stuff I walked out leaving him sitting there looking confused.
I did end up missing dinner but not because I was studying, but because I spent it in the infirmary unconscious. The most interesting rumour I had heard so far was thatI spelled myself to faint in order to ditch my detention. In reality I had gotten a concussion from when Professor Longbottom had puffed me head-first into the desks.
Currently I was getting a lecture on how irresponsible I was, how I should of gone to get checked out blah, blah, blah... Basically it was my fault and now I was causing an inconvenience for everyone.
'Blair, what were you thinking hitting your head against a desk?' Malfoy yelled, storming in.
'Professor,' I greeted him, smiling.
'What..? Is she on something?' he asked a near-by nurse.
'Oh, Professor before you leave can you tell your wife I said hi,' I instructed him.
'I'm not leaving yet,' he said, giving me a strange look.
'Nurse get him out or I cannot be held responsible for my actions,' I yelled in a sing-song voice, pointing at the door. The nurse began shouting at Malfoy, who was yelling at me and the nurse. As their fighting reached a climax I had a thought, perhaps the only reason I saw the tree was talking was due to the concussion... which I got after he talked. Okay, so I am still losing my sanity.
Forgetting about the tree I had to admit watching the petite nurse drag the Professor out of the room was hilarious. I nearly fell off the bed I was laughing so hard. I suddenly felt the rubberband on my wrist flick me. I looked at it confused for a minute before remembering its purpose, I had detention in 10 minutes. Hopping out of bed I visualized a suitable outfit to wear. My school uniform was replaced with faded jeans, a simple blouse and a pair of running shoes. Adding the final touch to my casual outfit I put my hair up with green and silver ribbons, and applied 'very cherry' lipbalm.
Leaving the room I went in search of Teacup, a three year old Teacup pig. He was about half the size of a cat and the most precious thing in the world to me. If someone ever hurt Teacup, I would destroy them.
'Teacup,' I called down an abandoned coirridor.
'Teacup?' I called again, worried. Usually he would show up when I first called.
'He was eating our carrots again,' an elf appeared, Teacup nestled safely in her arms asleep.
'Thank you,' I said, gently picking him up. The elf vanished with a small wave leaving me with 5 minutes to get to the green house. Putting Teacup in his custom-made pocket, I turned and made a start down the stairs.
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Turns out Neville has a wife (T-T) which I didn't know or forgot about. Sorry Hannah Abbott. She IS NOT his wife in this story.
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