Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!

Aargh. I wish those birds would shut up. They are keeping me from my sleep! I need sleep.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

What's that? Oh right, my alarm clock. I guess it's time to get up. I will get up...just gimme a minute...or ten...

"Evelyn...Evelyn! Wake up!" I hear someone's voice. Who is it? I really don't care...I want sleep.

"Evelyn, you're going to be late for Potions!" WHAT? I sit up so suddenly that my head hurts.

I jump out of bed and rummage around for my robes, while muttering, "Can't be late, can't be late...Snape ...kill me...gotta go..." I quickly get dressed and run to the bathroom to tie up my hair.

Now would be a good time to tell you what I look like. Well...I have olive skin, hazel eyes and waist-long curly dark brown hair that is quite unruly. I'm of medium build, not too tall, nor too short. I think I'm reasonably attractive...but it's the no-talking thing that puts people off.

I do talk, but only when I need to. Like if someone asks me a question, and they really need the answer, I sometimes tell them. But If someone is just talking to me about how great her new boyfriend is in bed, I really don't give a fuck. So I don't say anything. Why waste your breath?

I quickly wash my face, and decide I'm leaving my hair down today. I look at the time: eight twenty-three. I had exactly seven minutes to get to Potions, which was in the dungeons. And I was currently standing in the Ravenclaw tower, as far away from the dungeons as possible. Great.

I run down the stairs, through the common room, and out of the door. Then down, down,, down the huge spiral staircase, until I reach a hallway. I turn left, then left again, then right, then straight ahead, then down two flights of stairs, then right, then left, then I double back because I went the wrong way, before going down another flight of stairs to the Potions room. I catch sight of myself in a mirror outside the door, and I look horrible. Hair everywhere, bags under my eyes...obviously I didn't sleep very well last night. I think it was because I didn't get to eat my lasagne! I was going to kill that boy...man...whatever. I'm going to kill Draco Malfoy.

That thought makes me smile. And that's when I see Professor Snape behind me. Well, I see him in the mirror.

"Miss Llewellyn. Are you going to stare stupidly at yourself in the mirror or are you going to come into class, the class you are already five minutes late for!?" Snape said, sneering at me. I swear that man turns every third word he says into italics.

I turn around, blush, and make my way into the classroom. It is full of Slytherins and Ravenclaws, none of which I know very well.

There is only one seat left. Next to Pansy Parkinson, across from Malfoy. I cross my arms. I am not sitting there.

But then I see Snape who is glaring at me impatiently, so I grudgingly walk over to the seat and sit down. Parkinson looks me up and down, wrinkles her nose and turns away from me. Malfoy just looks at me, then down at his work. Fine then, be that way, Mr I'm-So-High-And-Mighty.

I reach into my bag, get out my books then cross my arms and wait for Snape to tell us what to do.

"Today, you are going to make a simple Strengthening Solution. You all know how to make it, so make it. No talking. You will not be allowed to use books as a reference; you have to make it from memory. This shall be... difficult for most of you...oh well." Snape drawled. He left the room.

"That man is obsessed with italics," I whispered under my breath to nobody in particular. I thought I saw Malfoy's lip twitch, but it could have been a trick in the light.

Malfoy sighed and said, "One of you go get the ingredients already."

Parkinson lent back in her chair and inspected her nails, and I just looked at him.

"Pansy, go get them!" He said impatiently.

She looked up. "No." She said simply. "You go, Draco."

I frowned. Clearly they had had a fight. I was surprised that nobody had asked me to get them.

Malfoy glared at her. "No. I'm staying right here." They both turned and looked at me. Of course I didn't reply.

"Do you ever speak?" Parkinson asked me. I just looked at her. "Obviously not," she said under her breath.

"She speaks." Malfoy said, staring at the ceiling.

"How do you know, Draco?" Parkinson asked, confused as to why he would know.

I sighed. I was getting sick of this, everyone else in the room were already starting the potion.

"He knows, because he made me miss out on my lasagne, which made me not sleep last night, which made me sleep past my alarm, which made me late for class, which made me have to sit and listen to you two whine all day instead of getting the ingredients to the potion we are supposed to be making, and if we don't start soon Snape will be back and he will put us in detention, which means I would be break rule three of Evelyn's rules, which would be very, very, bad! " I said, letting my anger out. I hopped of my chair and went to the ingredients cupboard.

Parkinson and Malfoy were stunned to say the least. "Err... what she said." Malfoy whispered to Parkinson. He was whispering because Snape had just returned to the room.

Snape strolled over to our table, "Where is Miss Llewellyn?"

"Who?" Pansy asked.

At that point I ran back to the table with the ingredients. See? Nobody knew me.

Snape looked at the ingredients I had just sprawled out on the bench, and the cauldron, which was not turned on.

"Detention, Miss Llewellyn," he sneered. What!?

"But Professor –", Malfoy started.

"And you, Draco." Snape said.

"But Snape! Draco didn't-" Parkinson defended.

"You too Parkinson," Snape drawled. "Tonight, here in this classroom. Nine o'clock."

He left us with our mouths hanging open. This was not good. If my mother heard of this, which she will eventually... I'm dead meat. I put my head in my hands for a minute or two, before chopping up some of the ingredients. Parkinson lit the cauldron, and Malfoy put the ingredients I gave him into it. We did this in complete silence. I guess they weren't too happy with getting detention either.

As soon as class was over, I ran straight out of the door I checked my timetable. Luckily, I had no more classes with Malfoy or Parkinson today. The rest of the day went kind of quickly. I actually made it on time to the Great Hall, where I got some lasagne. At least I will sleep well tonight.

I checked my watch after dessert. Eight forty-five. I looked around the Great Hall to see if Malfoy or Parkinson were there. They weren't. Sighing, I headed down to the dungeons for my (gasp!) detention.

This is definitely not in my daily routine.