Chapter 2
I was pushed out of my bed at 7:00 in the morning! That is cruelty at its worst, someone was going to pay!
A hard shove to the malicious aggressor sent ME flying backwards off the bed.
I winced as my ass hit the cold, hard floor.
After yesterday's episode I was actually in the mood for some fun time, tricking poor teeny tiny firsties into thinking that it was great fun to take a nice long swim in the lake nearby(with the giant squid for company!).
Obviously my day was not up to such a great start.
However, one could always make time for a nice long evil laugh to clear one's mind and freshen one up, right?
"HEEEHAWWWW," I laughed, revelling in my own evilness, I was so good at this or so I thought.
"Stop that demented laughter Reyna, it's scary," Ray told me.
"It's not demented," said my good friend Katherine, I loved her.
"She sounds like a hungry hippopotamus," Kat continued a thoughtful expression on her face.
Ray laughed out loud, actually guffawed may be the right word.
Through my eyelashes I looked into his smiling face.
He was almost too happy considering his girlfriend almost got expelled last night.
I goofily smiled as I came to the conclusion.
I said in a sing song way, "I guess we all know who got some action last night."
Kat who was standing beside him blushed a pretty pink and a high pitched 'Awwwww' sound came from the bed beside mine.
Stella was up with her eyes shining a bright green and her face glowing.
Grrhhh, morning people... I hate them.
I was tired of all this interruption.
It was annoying and the fact that I had had to give up a mouth watering Hugh Jackman dream for THIS was infuriating.
"Go away leave me alone!" I cried, "This is the first proper bed I have slept in for a month."
"Enough with the pity show Reyna, we were just sent here to make sure you don't miss your 'important meeting' with the Potters" Noland said from my bedside.
How had all these people gotten into my room without me noticing!?
I groaned and grunted in response.
I bet I was the charity case of the week for the Potters, no one actually expected me to get adopted.
Despite being dropped on her heads NUMEROUS times when we were kids we had our sanity intact.
The Potters wouldn't want to defile their perfect family by having a crackpot with neon highlights in her hair, in it.
Noland was busy examining my tattered copy of 'the latest edition of potions for 5th years' on which I had scribbled in green ink 'i hate potions and Sheperd deserves to DIIEEEE!'.
He raised an eyebrow at me and I smiled sweetly up at him.
"And she wonders why people think she has murderous tendencies," he said.
He was making a not so subtle reference to my first year defence against the dark arts teacher who had told my guardian that 'I showed an uncanny aptitude towards my lessons and one must be vigilant and make sure that I do not misuse my gift'.
Basically she meant to say," You are harbouring a death eater spawn who can use a wand...bewwwaaaarreee!"
Okay that was so unfair; it hadn't been my fault that the ugly toad hated me.
Our roommates Honour and Jean had woken up sometime during this argument.
They giggled at Noland's remark and laughed a bit more when he winked at them.
This was just revolting.
First of all I had been dragged out of bed at an UNGODLY hour and then I had to sit back and watch my cousin flirt with the girls whom I hated from the bottom of my black little evil heart.
This was the limit.
"Very funny Mr. I love Stella so much that my palms become sweaty when I talk to her." I replied.
"So there," I thought inside my head but Noland's pained expression caught me off guard.
Okay maybe that was a low blow even by my standards.
Last year Noland had confessed about his feelings to Stella, who had told him that she required some time to 'think about it'.
Apparently 365 days of thinking hadn't been enough.
I really didn't get her conundrum.
Noland is an intelligent, handsome(he is half Greek!) boy who cares about her.
He is better than half the people she goes out with to 'have a good time' as she calls it.
A soft pillow fell on my face with a great force and I saw a flushed Stella cast a furtive glance at Noland who was looking everywhere but at her.
"Okay well that is enough of all this," Kat our mediator said," Nol and Ray can leave I'll help Reyna pick out her clothes."
The guys left and Kat pushed open my half empty trunk.
We glanced at the pairs of washed out jeans shorts and a couple of hoodies with gibberish printed on them in neon.
I clutched my favourite one close to me and looked up hopefully at Kat, who whacked it out of my hands as though it were a blasphemous thing.
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Half an hour later I found myself standing outside the Headmaster's office looking like a clown.
I was wearing a modest white blouse and a navy blue pleated skirt!
The fact that the word 'modest' had actually been used to describe was making me feel a bit dizzy.
If there was one thing that Reyna Rosier was it was NOT 'modest'.
In 4th year summer I had had my ears pierced and my hair dyed a bright pink.
Of course I had to change that because it was not really difficult to chase down a runaway teen with bright pink hair.
Oh happy times!
What was worse was that Stella had 'insisted' on braiding my hair with ribbons entwined in them. She was just getting back at me for bringing up Noland. I felt like a total prick!
What didn't help was that I didn't know the password and making the Gargoyle say funny goofy things like 'my grandfather's burger smells nasty' had become boring like five minutes ago.
I was just waiting for someone to come by and help me out with the password.
I should have known that knight in shining armours were overrated.
Someone bashed right into me from behind and pummelled me to the ground.
There was a scuffle as a pair of lean arms and tried to extract themselves from mine and then proceeded to spill emerald ink all over my arms.
I shot up and my enraged eyes met a pair of narrowed hazel ones.
"Look what you just did!" the boy accused me staring wistfully at his empty ink bottle.
"Whoa, back up punk, you are the one who fell on me," I retaliated, "Blind much?"
I wasn't going to allow anyone, even a boy with pretty eyes, to accuse me of something I didn't do.
"I am not the one who was standing in front of the Headmaster's office aimlessly on the lookout for trouble," he said and I noticed the effortless way in which he rolled out each of his words in the quintessential English manner.
I think I pouted a little because the boy raised a delicate eyebrow at me.
I had a proper American accent due to the fact that I had spent my entire childhood before joining Hogwarts out there.
Not that I was ashamed of it!
I was a proud American citizen.
The nicest memory of my childhood was when O'Malleys and I would go to Central Park in the evenings and then have dinner at a local pizza parlour.
I just wish I could have studied at the Salem institute but the court rulings in my parent's case had made it mandatory that I study in England.
It had been my parent's last wish and I resented them for that.
I resented them for a lot of things.
If it weren't for them I would be living a good, unassuming life as Reyna O'Malley and not the life of a part time fugitive, Reyna Rosier.
I had vowed that after my seventh year I would return to America and try to find a job there away from the judging eyes of the English wizard folk.
I shared this dream with more than half the Slytherin house who was actually American citizens.
Looking at my lost expression he asked me, "Are you like going to faint on me or something."
"Why would I? I think you have mistaken me for the Griffies," I snapped.
I think it was my Brooklyn accent or the comment about Gryffindors that alerted him of the fact that I was in Slytherin.
His hazel eyes narrowed and a cruel expression marred his chiselled features. This was everyone's normal reaction on meeting one of us.
I merely shrugged and gave him a 'I care a damn look'.
There was a pregnant silence as he contemptuously glared at me and I simply checked him out.
It was a shame that he was a lost cause, really.
His tousled dark hair and perfect features were really easy on the eyes.
However, a nagging feeling persisted that I had seen this boy somewhere, I just didn't know where.
"And I have come here for some important work okay," I defended myself.
"Yeah sure," he said sarcasm dripping from his words, "Like spying or blowing up things, typical Slytherin traits right?"
I was going to enlighten him about just how great we actually were when all of a sudden Headmaster Neville appeared from the Gargoyle staircase with a smile on his face which deepened even more on seeing the boy.
"Why that is nice,you have already acquainted yourself with Reyna." He said.
I was just going to tell him that physically injuring a person (i had a slightly bruised shoulder okay?!) and spilling ink all over them didn't count as 'acquainting' when the pretty boy gave me a venomous look.
Dude that was like enough already, I got the message he hated me.
That is when a nice looking redhead called out to him from behind us.
"Come James and Reyna we are ready," she said.
I found myself scowling at her and she seemed a bit taken aback.
That boy was James Potter, no wonder I thought I had seen him 'SOMEWHERE' !
