He caught up with me right before I got in the doors of the Great Hall, no, not James, someone worse, if that's even possible. I heard Evan etc. laugh loudly so I consequently glared at them with as much vigour as humanely possible.
"So close Tammy!" Evan shouted with too much happiness to sound the least bit sympathetic. I couldn't even be bothered to send him a glare, instead a hopeless glance was sent his way. This happened every year.
"Miss Morgan, before you go in-,"
"Siiiiiiiir, I knooow what you're gonna say, and you can't make me." I told him, crossing my arms over my chest, ignoring the guys watching and literally giggling to themselves.
"Miss Morgan –Oh hello James, how are you?" Prof. LongyB greeted, looking over my shoulder, I followed his gaze slightly and scoffed, rolling my eyes when he winked at me.
"HeyElizabeth! How's it going?" He asked with a flirty undertone, sliding an arm around my shoulders. I shoved him away angrily.
"Piss off Potter, and I was a lot better before you came along." I told him, glaring. He looked up to the ceiling, as if this was a regular occurrence, smiling irritatingly… or he was just smiling and I found it irritating. Same difference really…
"Aaaah, what a classic line-!"
"Get told it often then?" I asked walking away without an answer.
"Miss Morgan, come back here right now!" Prof. LongyB demanded…what a disappointment, stupid Potter and his stupid mouth talking crap, getting me into more trouble than necessary. I sighed and walked back anyway; my friends long gone into the feast that wouldn't start any time soon. How kind they are… yeah, sarcasm. Potter was grinning and not even trying to hide it so I shoved him again, only making his grin widen until his face was practically splitting in half. A small part of me smirked of the thought of that ever happening.
"You should look outElizabeth, you're my new challenge." He told me walking backwards towards the Great Hall's door and winking before going entering the dreaded place. I crossed my arms again and stomped my foot childishly.
"Sit on Gryffindor table Morgan!" started LongyB.
"No!"
"Sit or you will have one month of detention!"
I don't think he likes me very much… well, SCREW HIM! I honestly don't know why he was the favourite professor to most students. He's evil. Pure evil.
"How is that fair?" I whined, knowing all was lost; I couldn't give Mae anymore grief, especially with the other two to look out for.
"Just think of it as a week for each year you've sat at Slytherin." He replied smartly with a very triumphant grin. Bloody idiot. I glared angrily at him but he didn't say anything more. I shoved past his shoulder, not wanting a month of detention and banged the doors open. He would be gloating about this to his 'friends' for weeks. I sat down grumpily on the table, right next to Potter 1, 2 and 3 and Weasley 4, 5 and 6, 7. I glared at Potter who grinned at me, laughing silently to himself. I ignored the glares being sent to me from Weasley 4 and fixed my gaze sharply to the front.
"You eat like a pig," remarked 4.
"Fuck off, Weasley 4." I replied, shovelling more crap down my throat. Potter 1 was giving me an approving look.
"Why 4?" she asked, a frown marring her beautiful features. I may hate her but I'm not blind.
"Stop being such a whiney girl, 4." I replied wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as her frown turned to a glare, directed at me.
"I don't think you answered my question."
"I don't think I ever said I cared." Potter laughed and grinned at Weasley 4 (Dom, if you didn't know) who scowled angrily and carried on cutting up her potatoes trying to prove a point as I was just shoving them in my mouth, eating with an open mouth deliberately to annoy her prissy little ass. We were only, like, ten minutes into dinner and I already wanted to die.
No exaggeration.
My friends, the gentlemen that they are, all found it very amusing. I can tell how much they love me.
"You're so disgusting." 4 continued.
"No! Really?" I asked sarcastically. At least she understood that. Well, I think she did, I swear her eyes got squint…ier? That's not a word is it…?
"So,Elizabeth-?" Potter started in what he would probably class as a 'smooth' voice.
"What Potter?"
"Who's Potter 2, Potter 3 and Weasley 4, 5 and 6?" He asked, leaning forward slightly. I contemplated not telling him but decided to anyway.
"2 is that one." I told him, pointing to Potter 2, Albus. "3 is Lily. Weasley 5 is Fred, 6 is Roxanne, 7 is Louis, and 8 is Rose." I recited from memory.
"So…" I could tell Potter was trying to figure out why I had numbered them as such.
"Ugh, you're so clueless James, it's by age you dolt!" Rose scolded.
"Is there some sibling rivalry here?" I asked, my eyes flashing viciously.
"What makes you say that?" asked Rose, curtly.
"I may be from the other side," I teased. "But I'm not stupid and I'm not completely oblivious, you didn't used to be like this to Potter." I reminded her, referring to when she and Scorp used to be bezzies.
"How would you know?" 4 asked.
"How would I know…? How would- that is a good question 4 I think I may need a bit more time to think on that one." I replied sarcastically.
"You could just answer you know." 6 told me, entering the conversation with a sigh.
"Yeah I could or I could just not. I really do like the second option." They all gave me a look so I gave them one back.
"You're the empty bed aren't you?" 6 asked abruptly.
"Am I supposed to know-?"
"You're the one who doesn't sleep in the bed in our dorm." she explained.
"Oh… yeah that is me." I replied, my hypothetical walls fixing themselves from any form of attack that might follow this question.
"Where do you sleep then?" Potter 3 asked, her adorable little face shining with confusion. I have eyes, remember.
"None of your business." I told 3 before standing up and storming out of the hall even though dinner hadn't ended. I saw the boys stand up to and follow me out. I didn't wait for them because it was obvious they would run after me. I made my way down to the dungeons. They caught up with me easily and I felt Tom slide his arm around my shoulders in a very similar manner to Potter, but I liked Tommy which made the circumstances worlds apart.
"Already done you in then?" He asked, sounding very amused. Too amused.
"Yup, no doubt about it, I defiantly do hate them all now I've met them. I now have another reason to hate them -."
"Another perfectly valid reason." Scorp interjected with great emphasis that I ignored.
"-Especially 4." I finished, giving them all a look.
"Yeah well she's particularly nasty, Rose said-."
"No one cares about Rose, Scorp!" Jonny interrupted laughing. "Just because Potter 1 tore your heart apart when he banished you two apart-!"
"A modern day Romeo and Juliet!" Tom interrupted, barking out a loud laugh.
"Don't be bitches guys, if you wanna have a go at someone have a go at a Wotter!" I scolded angrily. The twins stopped laughing immediately.
"Thanks Tammy." said Scorp. I smiled at him and hugged him.
"It's alright lil' bro." I grinned and kissed him on the top of his head. He grimaced jokingly but it soon turned serious when I ruffled his hair; he so hates it when you do that.
"Getting your trunk later then?" Evan asked, finally speaking up.
"Well duh, I don't know the passs- oh yeah I should probably go get that. Be back soon see ya bitches. Mwah." I finished, blowing them a kiss and running off to the tower. I got there just in time to hear the password with the first years and unfortunately Potter 1 etc.
He wouldn't let me leave. Literally. Weasley 6 had to stop him tying me up. He's mental. I thanked her greatly for that though. She's the only Weasley I've found I can slightly bear.
It's been about an hour now and the longest hour of my life. Potter 1 is telling me things about himself that I really don't care about; he told me that if I leaned more about him I would like him. I seriously doubted that but he is quite adventurous, some of the things he's done. Not that I would ever tell him that…
"So…. Onto he next question of your-."
"Kidnap session?" I finished for him, grinding my teeth together, glancing over to 6 who gave me an apologetic look. She would help me but when she tried to about ten minutes into this shesh, she nearly got hexed by a very irritable Potter, after that she gave up. I couldn't really blame her. He shook his head smirking.
"No! your get to know session with me!"
"Oh, lucky me!" I cheered sarcastically.
"Yeah I know… anyway, who do you live with?" He asked, sitting back.
"My Aunt Mae." I told him reluctantly.
"No one else?"
"No."
"Why not your parents?" Stop with the questions already, ass hole!
"I don't think were really close enough for me to tell you that to be honest." I told him, crossing my arms. He raised his eyebrows but let it go.
Cue awkward silence.
"I haven't thanked you yet for my hair." I said, starting up a new conversation. He smirked widely, a lot wider than normal.
"If you hate it so much why don't you change it?" He asked, smirk still in place.
"Are you joking? Have you seen how far away the nurse's is? I wouldn't go there out of choice, and I don't have the slightest clue about what spell you used." He laughed at me and shook his head. "Shut up." I mumbled. He stood up and sat next to me, pulling me into a hug that I really wasn't comfortable with.
"Don't worry Eliza, you'll enjoy my hugs one day, I promise you that." I didn't laugh instead shook my head, I doubt that somehow, it would be like Harry hugging Voldemort. Imagine how awkward Voldy's hugs would be…
"You're so weird."
"And you're so open."
"What does that mean?"
"Like a book, easy to read babes."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"Never call me that again, if you value your life that is. Right, now I'm going to bed." He grinned and nodded his head, freeing my way. I rolled my eyes again and said goodbye to the other Wotters who were listening in and walked up the stairs, momentarily forgetting that I should've been in Slytherin dorms, instead fell strait asleep in the bed I hadn't even sat down on in over 4 years, when I realised who my true friends were, and who I was sharing a dorm with. Being even a metre close to my enemy-since-I-was-little-girl's relations is a sin. Being in a dorm with them is unheard of.