Chapter 2 Not So Bad Day

With the Potter business behind us, we can actually get to the real introduction. I am a 5th year Gryffindor student that tends to get moody when my friends are chiding me to get my homework done and complaining about how hungry they are.

"Are you done with your homework yet I am soo hungry!" Jolie Hopkin exclaimed from where she was lounging on her bed flipping through her Quidditch Magazine. If I knew her at all, she was not looking in it for the latest tips, but at the quidditch players. This is just one example of a student who is going to fail their O.W.L.S. because instead of studying, she was looking at guys on paper and O.W.L.S. were just around the corner! May goes by fast.

She was looking at me with an expected look. I didn't like the look that her huge sea green eyes were giving me, and I knew something bad was going to happen to me if I didn't answer the correct way. That was when I was saved by my vane angle.

"Let her get her homework finished. I'll go with you after I finish putting on my mascara." Giovanna Dobson was probably one of the most vane people I knew, but she wasn't a bad person. She grew up with parents that were all about looks and salads, as one parent was a model while the other one was a photographer for Witch Weekly. I can thank her for telling me what clothes matched and what didn't, since my mom wasn't much of a help in that category for all her clothes are usually mismatched. She is tall, around 5'9", and has a slender body, and a good rack by guys standards.

She sticks her head out the bathroom door, her sharp lips poised in a smirk as she looks at me. Her smoky grey eyes unnerving at the lusty way she is looking at me and it makes me squirm a little.

"You know who is going to be there right?" She eyes me up and down then whispers in the most seductive voice, "Brian Paxton."

With one swift move I throw a pillow at her face, but feel the heat climbing my face at the name of my crush. I'm happy that it hits dead on but soon regret it when I see the look on her face. I am so dead. That is my last thought before instinct takes over, and I run from the room in my cozy clothes.

"Come back here you wrench! Some of my makeup came off, I will make you pay!" She shouted after me as I ran for the stairs and shouted back, "That is just telling you, you put on far too much makeup for a pillow to take it off with one hit!"

I can hear Jolie laughing her ass off as I make it down the stairs. I'm headed out the porthole when I smack into someone, I should have known this was not going to be my day.

First I had nightmares, then I tripped on the way to my first class because I was running, and then got yelled at for being late. And now, I am running for my life with a mad women coming after me.

I hear a deep chuckle, from the person I ran into, that makes me want to throw up the very little food I have in my stomach...Potter. That one person can make my day go from bad to worse in just one little sound.

"You have a knack for not watching where you are going," he says with a smirk planted on his

I'm-sexy-and-I-know-it face. I am about to retort when I hear a banshee screaming my name and I know that now is not the time to get in a fight with another person.

"Well bye Potter, have a nice day!" I run out of the common room at full speed until I realize what I had just said. Did I just tell that arse to have a nice day? I have to go back and say something witty and mean or he will think I went soft!

While thinking about my obvious predicament I forgot my other one, until it hits me right in the back. Did I ever tell you I have strong recommendations for Vanna to play American Football? Well I guess I'm telling you now as I fall to the ground, get real friendly with the floor.

"I surrender! I'm sorry! I'll give you back massages, foot massages! I'll buy you all the butterbeer you want, just get off of me and don't kill me!"

When she got off me and helped me up the right side of my face felt as if I had been smacked with a quaffle again. I even felt slightly dizzy, but then again I messed with something I should not have, and that's Vanna's face, so I guess I pay the price.

When my eyes finally focus I see that she is smiling at me. Bipolar much? "What are you grinning at?

"Well your face looks quite funny and you surrendered immediately, so this is a pretty funny moment for me." My right cheek must be really red, I wonder if I broke it?

"Well I'm happy someone is enjoying my pain!"

"Oi, don't shout in the corridors!" Said a cheerful voice. These happy people were really pissing me off.

Of course when I turned, my face was stuffed with brown curly hair and a body hugging me, shaking with laughter. I pushed her off and grumbled, "I need better friends."

"No, you don't!" Jolie said cheerfully.

"I'm pretty positive I do!" I glaringly say as I blow my wild red hair from my eyes and start rubbing my throbbing cheek.

"Uh huh, well I hope that works out for, you finding better friends and all. I'm hungry though like I said before this whole thing happened, but now I am double hungry and I know you both are too."

Jolie looked at Vanna, "Why don't you and crazy go up and get presentable, and I'll go save us some seats with a good view of Brian." She winked at me, and in that moment I really wished I had another pillow.

We all agreed and separated. Vanna redid her eyes and combed through her long, wavy, golden locks (sometimes the world is just cruel). I just racked through my hair with my fingers and put on a less wrinkled shirt.

We headed down to the Great Hall without one encounter of James, so it made for a good walk. The food was good and we sat by the rest of our group, which consisted of people from all of the houses.

After the War, people were wondering how to get rid of separation of houses, without getting rid of the houses. There had been ideas thrown around without any action, until Hinse Haughting stepped into the picture and became Headmaster. He told us after our first meal, when I was in 2nd year, that after schedules were handed out you could sit wherever you wanted. Many people per say where shocked at what a simple solution that was to encourage the students to sit with other peers, that people started calling him a genius. I thought he was a loon the first time I saw him, but I guess never judge a book by its cover.

After dinner I headed up to the dorm and then went to the common room to finish my homework. I was just about done when a body collided with my table and spilled ink everywhere. Lets just say I did not keep to my plan and here we are back to where the story began..

"I hate you James Potter!"

"Ooo Winters, what's with the proclamation?!" said James Potter II.

"You spilled ink all over my homework and clothes when you were running around like a lunatic!" I say with as much venom as a basilisk.

"I see you are the same as ever." He said smiling like Satan. That was until a redhead collided with him. (I now know his name is Fred Weasley II.) James then ungracefully fell to the floor with Fred on top of him which gave me much pleasure, because Fred is a beater and probably weighs a lot more that Vanna did when she plowed me over.

"Thank you for that Fred." I said while cleaning up the area with my wand and packing up my things. "Well goodnight boys. Potter I wish you the worst dreams. Fred I wish you the sweetest." I wink at him before I head upstairs to get some well needed rest from a very long day of school.

"What the bloody hell was that?" I hear Fred ask before I can no longer hear any noise from the common room. This day may not have turned out so bad after all.