"A bird is said to be decedents off dragons, ancient and monstrous creatures that had once ruled the open sky.
Although, if a bird is the descendent of such a magnificent beast, why is it treated as if it is dirt?
A black bird is not dirty, it is simply a dove covered in dirt."
"Thank you Mrs. Oakwood, Mr. Long bottom?" The literature of muggle and wizard writings professor, Mr. Tomes Pinelock, said as he called the next student up to recite from his notebook.
Abigail sighed in relief as she sat down with a creak of her chair. Students around her giggled at the obviously shy girl and gossiped.
However, the only thing the girl in question was worried about was when their unit in poetry would end.
"I wonder as I wonder, out over the sky. It melts to my mournful cry's, knowing where my true sorrow hides" The Longbottom boy said and gained applause from the professor.
"Very good!" Mr. Pinelock said, praising the young wizerd. "Now, I want you all to write an assay about what your poems mean and why you wrote about your topic. No, Mr. Wesley's you can't use the excuse of me giving it to you as your reason's!" He continued and the bell rang.
The students all whine in mental pain, while two ginger haired twin boys gave their professor a thumps up, as they all packed up to get to their next classes.
"I don't get it!" A girl with violet hair complained to Abigail, making their way to potions, as her friend give her an unimpressed look.
"Violet, no offence. But you hardly know anything in that class" Abigail said bluntly and violet scoffed in defiance.
"And you know nothing in potions "griffendor"!" Violet sung, swinging her bag, as she skipped beside the more docile girl.
"Well, at least I'm braver then a "slitverean"!" Abigail sung back, sending a smirk to violet and ran ahead, as violet ran after her.
"Hey, get back here!" Violet screamed as Abigail's laughter echoed in the hallways filled with students.
Hogwarts had become like a home to Abigail for the past few weeks.
She had given into the flow of life, seeing where it will lead her, as her attempts to avoid making friends ended in failure.
Violet was a prime example of that as Abigail never meant to become friends with the slitheren princess.
It happened so strangely, Abigail had been reading and violet wanted the book. Although, Abigail didn't want to give it, violet stalked her until she did and had become interested in wanting a friendship.
"Your weird... like me, we need to be friends now" She had said.
Abigail was to shocked to refuse, making her first girlfriend. Her only other friend was the dude she met at the first year fest, named Jeff Marblecola.
He hadn't even asked and just started calling her his friend, much to Abigail's annoyance. However, she had found their company pleasant lately and it made her prison more enjoyable.
"Please follow the steps written on the board precisely, the people to have this potion done in an hour will have a assay to write, about it's property's, begin!" The potion's professor brawled out.
Every student snapped to action, preparing their work stations with cauldrons at the ready, as no one dared to face the rathe of professor Snape.
(Bame!bame!bame!)
"Abigail! what are you doing?" Violet hissed at her friend as Abigail smashed a pink mushroom with a wooden hammer several times. Her lazy gaze looked up at violets horrified one in confusion.
"What?" She asks and puts the hammer down beside the mushed up mushroom. Her green gaze smiling at her work.
"It said to mush it up before putting it in the pot, you scared of mushrooms?" she joked.
Violet blanked, staring at her in shock. However, their moment of serene stupidity was broken, as the professor stormed over to their desks.
"Mrs. Oakwood..." He began, cold gaze glaring at the poor mushroom.
"Professor" Abigail responded politely in greeting, ignoring his rising temper, as violet distanced herself in fear.
"What idiotic thought caused you to think, waisting potion ingredient's, would be bloodily tolerated in my classroom!" He exclaimed and Abigail simply smiled and pointed to the board.
"You did sir, mush up mushrooms before being placed into caldron. Did you not?" She said innocently an he frowned.
Black gaze staring into green innocence as Snape's brain worked. His eyes widen a fraction before snapping back to their previous pose.
"Mrs. Oakwood, do you need glasses?" He said and the girl's innocent smile dropped.
"N-no s-sir" Abigail stuttered feeling shy all over again as violet glared at her head of house.
Abigail feared judgment out of everything and to be bullied like this almost made her cry.
"Then you best get some!" He snapped and, with a wave of his clock, he went to bully another poor soul.
Abigail's little form shook in silent fear as violet told her that it said mince up and not mush up. Her shyness was known to all if Hogwarts after that class as she realized that word spread fast in Hogwarts.
Student snickered as Abigail and violet walked past them. Although, some ravenclaw girl's were purposely being bitches.
"What a dork!" One said, looking at her polished nails.
"She looked like she was
About to cry too" another said, playing with a lock of her blond hair, as Abigail started to tear up. she quickened her pace.
"Abigail don't listen to them, their all a bunch of ravenclaw trash!" Violet said, sending a raspberry at them, as the click ran away in disgust.
"Your right, but the professor was too... Maybe I do need glasses?" Abigail said, realizing her lack of sight had worsened over the years.
Violet shrugged and they change the subject to the future instead.
"I honestly don't believe she's a real seer to be honest" Abigail said, she and violet had sat down by the garden's main fountain.
The Hogwarts central garden was a common place for the two, who would chill in-between classes or lunch there. Some students would pass-by it on the way to potions or the great hall.
"Mrs, seer? Ya me to, she said you would die this year. What a joke!" Violet said, laughing her head off.
'Its more likely then you think violet...' Abigail thought sadly and forced a smile to her friend.
Abigail had never spoken about her condition and would simply state that her gloves made her feel safe to who ever asked.
"Hey Abigail, perv ..." Violet whispered and Abigail looked over her shoulder.
Draco had locked his sights on her since the first time they met. She tried not to vomit when he licked his lips to... impress her?
"It's sort of sad how he try's so hard" violets pity filled comment causes Abigail to burst into laughter.
"Violet... I so agree" Abigail said, holding her belly from laughing to hard.
After, getting bored of Draco's flirting from a distence, the two first year girls make their way to DADA class.
The class was different as the teacher, professor lupin, had made the class face their fears.
Violet had to face her own pet hamster, Mr. Billybells, and turn him into something funny, a tuna. She had been the only one laughing. However, Abigail's fear was that of something no one would have expected, as she readied her black oak wand.
"You ready Miss. Oakwood?" Professor lupin asked as the boget swirled like a tornado of images in front of Abigail.
She gave a shy nod, stepping forward and in front of the boget, as it noticed her and changed into her worst fear.
"Is that a tea pot?" A student yelled out, causing the class to start laughing at her fear. But, Abigail couldn't move and fumbled for the spell to counter it, as memories clouded her mind.
"Re-Ridiculous!" Abigail shouted and the tea pot changed into millions of hamsters.
The classes laughing turned to awes at the sight and crowded to pet them all.
However, violet, who had been laughing, chocked in horror.
"That was bloody brilliant Oak!" A ginger boy, Ron cheered over dinner as the students were all gossiping about what happened in DADA class.
Abigail gave him a a shy smile and scooted away from him. He was in her personal space and that was a big problem for her.
"Ron lay off the poor girl!" A boy with black hair said. Abigail remembered that he was in a few of her classes, Harry potter was his name.
"Oh sorry" Ron said sheepishly and leaned away from Abigail. She nodded in thanks before continuing her dinner.
" your new this year, right?" A girl with bushy hair asked and I gave her a is it obvious look.
She smiled at Abigail and noticed the gloves. Abigail notice and excused herself from the griffendor table before the girl could ask.
'Why does everyone need to know about them? Their gloves for Pete sack!' Abigail mentally complained as she marched up to the griffendor rooms.
"Abby!" Violet called Abigail, the only one allowed to use her nickname, as she ran up to the frustrated girl.
"Someone... Said... You need... Head masters office!" Violet said, struggling to breath, as Abigail smirked.
"Violet you need to get into shape"
"Shut up!"
"You needed to see me sir?"
"Ah! Miss. Oakwood, a pleasure to finally meet you." The head master exclaimed, rushing from his desk to greet Abigail.
"Sorry for not meeting with you sooner my dear, how is your first month in Hogwarts been for you?" He asked, guiding the girl to a chair.
"Professor Snape requested I get glasses" she stated bluntly and the old man let out a awkward laugh.
"Yes, that does sound like him. But alas! He is a fine professor, lemon drop?" The headmaster asked and Abigail excepted it shyly.
"So let's get to it, has it gotten stronger?"
"See it has" Abigail said. Grimly looking at the floor as the older man frowned.
"The gloves are weakening, I can feel everything now... Even emotions" she continued and looked up to the head master as if to ask what she should do. However, for the seconded time in his life, Dumboldor was stumped.
"I don't know child, but I promise you that I'll find a way to help you" Albus promised and Abigail could only hope he would be able too.
To be continued...