I hate Mondays, when I dominate the world, they will be the first thing to go.

I mean what kind of insane nut case thinks it's a good idea to put all the worst subjects into the first day of the week. What was going through McGonagall's mind when she decided that double potions is a good way to start a new week.

So, thanks to McGonagall who needs a good baseball bat to the head for this, I was stuck sitting in potions first thing Monday morning and to top it off he had just informed us we would be doing theory. I hate my life. The only upside was that I got there early, therefore getting a seat at the back of the class.

The room was almost full; we were only waiting for Rose and her annoyingly happy cousin, which is weird since they're usually never late.

Professor Wright, being the laid back person he is, was completely happy to wait for them. I would've just started the lesson without them but since this means less time doing potions, I'm not complaining.

I was using a spell I had recently found in the library to turn Emily's hair greasy (which was causing her to freak out) when the door burst open and Albus ran in, looking exhausted. Someone should try and exercise more, not that I plan on taking my own advice.

"Sorry I'm late Sir, I had to take Rose to the hospital wing."

This isn't surprising; Rose loves Quidditch more than anything and takes being a Keeper a little too seriously if you ask me. She's always falling off her broom trying to do some ridiculous save. It's quite pathetic if you ask me, it's only a sport after all.

I expected him to go over and sit with the Wood twins like he ad Rose normally do but to my surprise he walked over to my table and sat next to me. Many of the students stared as he sat down, most likely wondering why he would risk being murdered by me. "What are you doing?"

He looked over at me and smiled, seemingly oblivious to my glare. "Well you see, with Rose gone I don't have to sit with those two-" he looked conspicuously over at Lucas and Flora."-any you were sitting at a table by yourself so I thought I'd sit here."

I knew I had to get rid of him; there was no way I'd be able to put up with his cheerfulness for a whole double period. It seriously boggles my mind why he wasn't put in Hufflepuff. "Piss off." Simple, but effective.

"No, I don't think I will thanks." Usually.

I narrowed my eyes as he got his textbook and parchment out of his bag. He however, seemed oblivious to my glare and he picked up his quill and started taking notes. I didn't bother, I could always scare some Hufflepuff into copying their notes for me, being feared has its perks.

"Why the fuck are you still here?" When being a bitch failed, be a bigger bitch. I learned this lesson fairly recently and since then it had almost become a motto. Yeah, it's been that goddamn useful.

Al didn't even bother looking up, just continued to write his notes as if he wasn't ruining someone's solitude just by sitting there. I waited a couple of seconds and when he didn't appear to even be considering answering my question I snatched away his parchment and held it out of his arms reach. "Answer my fucking question."

He raised an eyebrow, "Is swearing really necessary? I already told you why I am here and I'm trying to do the work, unlike some people." While his words were meant to offend, he said this in an oddly cheerful voice. It was sickening, he was sickening, he shouldn't be anywhere near me.

"I don't need to take notes; I can just ask someone for them later."

For what had to be the first time since he had entered Hogwarts, he frowned. Seriously, call the newspapers, this is a front page story. If there is one thing I know about Albus is that he never frowns, or looks even the slightest bit sad, ever. "You mean bullying them into giving them to you?"

Of course, ickle baby Potter is worried about me bullying ickle little Hufflepuffs. Well, actually the Hufflepuff whose homework steal is a freaking giant who hasn't figured out that he could knock me out with a punch yet. I'm hoping he never figures it out and given the stupidity of most Hufflepuffs I think I'm pretty safe there. "It's not my fault Hufflepuffs are so spineless, it's pathetic."

He looked at me in confusion, most likely not comprehending such big words. He turned his head to the side and searched my face. "Aren't you April's twin? She's in Hufflepuff."

I took a deep breath and shoved the sadness that threatened to capture my heart at the mention of her name. I avoided thinking about her, to do so caused me to much pain and as I said before, emotions should go die in a hole. "According to her we are no longer sisters."

He looked pained, watching me pity. He could shove his pity up his ass for all I care. "You mean, she just... left you? But siblings are always meant to be there for each other."

I turned away from him and faced the front, still clutching his notes tightly in my hand. I could see him watching me out of the corner of my eye, waiting for me to reply. "I'm a bitch, a hopeless case, everyone thinks so, why should she be any different?"

He shook his head and looked at me as one might look at a child who won't listen to them. I hate children, they're so energetic and annoying, people should magically grow to the age of fifteen minutes after birth. To my surprise, he laughed. "That's so sad, I feel so sorry for you."

...Excuse me? I stare at Albus in disbelief but he didn't appear to have realised what he said is offensive. "What the fuck did you just say?" He blinked in surprise, staring at me with wide, innocent eyes. If he thought the puppy dog eyes were going to work on me he was sadly mistaken. "Don't, don't you even think about pitying me. I'm not the fucking weird one who runs around smiling all the time, seriously life isn't a fucking playground."

He shrugged and grinned at me, looking completely at ease. "I'd rather be a weird and happy than be cold and feared by the majority of Hogwarts. I don't get why they're scared of you though, you're too cute to be evil." I glared at him and destroyed his notes with a flick of my wand. "Hey! I spent a lot of time on those!"

"Did you just call me fucking cute?" Okay, I will admit that my physical appearance used to be often described as cute, with my big, bright blue eyes, long dirty blonde hair and my rather petite body but no one would ever describe me as anything but bitchy and evil. "I am not cute."

Cute was for annoying little Hufflepuffs and sweet little innocent girls who always got hurt because they weren't tough enough to deal with something as trivial as a fucking breakup, pathetic. "Well you're not sweet, I'll tell you that but you're not downright evil either."

I raised an eyebrow, "Oh really?"

He nodded, smiling, did this guy ever get sad? It's freaking abnormal for someone to be this happy! I've seen Hufflepuff more negative than he is, and that's saying something. "Yep, an evil person would've jinxed me for sitting next to them, you just yelled at me... and burnt my notes."

I crossed by arms angrily and stared somewhere in the direction of the front of the room. Albus didn't even seemed slightly bothered by my childish act and threw a screwed up piece of paper at the back of Lucas's head. Of course, seeing as life absolutely loves annoying people like Albus, the professor didn't notice and continued his lecture.

Lucas turned around and glared at him, which I found highly amusing and mouthed, 'what?' He looked pretty pissed but yet again Albus didn't seem bothered by this in the slightest. "Can you make me a copy of your notes? Kyra burned mine." Lucas's expression changed to a sympathetic one and I smirked, but Albus still looked annoyingly cheery.

He needs therapy.

Lucas quickly made a copy of his notes and levitated it over to Albus, along with a note telling him how sorry he was that Albus had to sit next to a 'psycho bitch' like me. I chuckled lightly and upon noticing that Lucas was still watching us, winked at him. He nearly shat his pants.

I love my life sometimes, on rare occasions such as this.

Albus sighed and watched me with the same disappointed expression as before. He was far too small (even though he was a few centimetres taller than me) and innocent to be scary, which kind of ruined the whole look. "Was that really necessary? You scared the hell out of him!"

"It's his fault for being a scared, little Ravenclaw. Stupid little stuck up snobs."

He leaned forward and banged his head on the table, earning many weird looks, but still the professor did not notice. I told you life picks favourites; I bet you Albus's dad bribed life to be nice to his son, seeing as he has all that money. He lifted his head up and rubbed his forehead, idiot. "Do you hate everyone now? I specifically remember you hung out with them 24/7 because of your hatred of Slytherins."

"Shut up and take your stupid notes." He raised his eyebrows at my harsh tone but did as I said anyway, taking out a quill and adding to his copy of Lucas's notes. He hummed some annoyingly catchy tune under his breath as he worked, giving me the mad desire to strangle him.

I took a deep breath and scanned the room for the giant Hufflepuff, spotting him across the room, frantically taking notes as if he was scared I'd kill him if he didn't get them done. Wise fear young Hufflepuff, wise fear. I was contemplating how I would kill him if the notes were bad when Albus started singing softly in a surprisingly sweet voice. "Aint got no place to lay your head, somebody came and took your bed, don't worry, be happy!"

Of course he was singing something as stupid as that, I mean I am willing to bet all my money in Gringotts that that was written by a Hufflepuff, an especially cheery Hufflepuff. I tried to block out the annoying song and pay attention to Professor Wright but this was extremely hard since Albus is sitting right next to me.

Finally, sick of the shitty lyrics I reached over and slapped him over the back of the head, causing his head to hit the table loudly. Unluckily for him, but luckily for me the bell rang right at that moment so no one heard the bang over the noise of the bell. While he groaned loudly and rubbed his nose I got out of my seat and collected my copy of this classes notes from the giant Hufflepuff.

I left the classroom in a better mood then when I entered it, but yet again, that's not saying much.

Yeah, Kyra isn't the nicest person in the world... Anyway, now you've met Al who is really fun to write about :P hehe, anyway reviews are greatly appreciated so if you have any suggestions feel free to let me know :D