Of Wednesday-itis and Potions class
It's Wednesday. I hate Wednesdays. Double potions with the Slytherins followed by history of magic and charms. I can do charms, I can do history of magic, but potions? I don't even know how I actually got into NEWT level... Or why I'm still taking it really.
I'm actually temped to just stay in bed. But as the stereotypers say, Hufflepuffs are too good to skip class. I said I would tell you why I was in Hufflepuff didn't I? Well simple story, when I was a first year I was so scared of being sorted into Slytherin, my father told me that being in Slytherin was no bad thing, that Severus Snape, the man I was named after, was in Slytherin and was the bravest man he ever knew. But he says that for everything. Back to what happened, all the first years were gathered in the Great Hall, Scorpius was just sorted into Slytherin, and my name was called, I was naturally shitting myself, I walked towards the stool shakily, hands shaking, legs shaking... And then I fainted. I hit my head on the step and was knocked out. I'm the embarrassment of the Wizarding world I know. So after that miraculous performance the sorting hat put me in Hufflepuff.
I don't want to go. I seriously don't. I have a feeling today will be a bad day, plus my bed is nice and warm. I mean I don't think I'll get on that much trouble if I skip. I could say I'm ill!
"Al, get out of bed" Laura yawned, walking into my room and flipping on my bed, which meant on me.
"Laura Finnigan, if you don't get off me in the next minute I will bite you" I grumbled.
Laura laughed and sat up, still on my stomach. "but you're so comfy Al!" she grinned and bounced on my stomach.
"And I feel sick to! Get off or I will throw up on you!"
"Got Wednesday-itis again?" Laura joked, standing up, she knows me too well.
"A few points Laura dear, there is no such thing as Wednesday-itis, I actually do feel sick and when an illness has 'itis' on the end it means infamation. Like tonsillitis."
"Wow Al, that sounded really smart, maybe you should be a healer!" Laura said, sitting on Andre's vacant bed. I have three dorm mates, Andrew and Andre, twins, completely barmy, and Michael, who I would say is my best guy friend.
"Laura. You know I hate blood." Laura is my best friend. She had been since the first train ride. She's also a Hufflepuff, which meant we became closer. We've been best friends ever since. Laura was one of those shy yet pretty girls, she has one older brother and she's probably the most awesome girls I have ever met in my life.
"Oh yeah...but get up! I'm not going to potions alone." she nudged my arm and I groaned, I sat up and yawned, rubbing my eyes. "oh and by the way we have ten minutes until class begins" she smiled, waved and skipped out of the room.
Cursing, I fell out of bed, literally fell, grabbed my clothes, pulled them on, grabbed my bag and ran out of the room. Laura was standing in the common room smiling sweetly at me when she saw me. "you're going to kill me one day, I can see it" I informed her.
She just grinned, threw me a muffin and we ran.
Professor Malfoy hates me. Yes, the potions teacher is Scorpius' mum. But yeah, she hates me. Why did I take potions? Laura was picking at her nails next to me as Professor Malfoy came in, scowl on her face. This is defiantly going to be a good day. If you didn't get that, it was sarcasm.
She started babbling on about something, not to sure what before calling "right, into pairs!" Laura's head finally picked up and she linked my arm, with this Prof. Malfoy glared at us. "If you think I'm letting you two work together again that's ridiculous, I want my classroom in one piece."
As I said, she hates us, me because I suck at potions and particularly clumsy, Laura? Well Laura inherited her father's act of blowing up everything and everything.
"Finnigan, work with Collins. Potter... Work with Scorpius." she said before gliding away. I froze. Scorpius. She said to work with.. Scorpius. I gulped and looked backwards towards Scorpius's usual seat. He was staring at me again. Oh Merlin help me.