Author's Note: Okay, even if no one reads this, I don't care. SO, to myself, here is Chapter 3. (If you ARE reading this, feel free to review! Or PM me!)
Chapter 3
I flopped onto my emerald green sheets and reflected. That Mudblood tried to talk to me, AGAIN, earlier. So, naturally, I put a charm on her to make her puke insanely. You know, so that eventually that moron would puke up her organs, and she would die. And I would have gotten away with it, if that bitch McGonagall hadn't caught me.
But Tom supported me; that was all that mattered. So Lily has stopped badgering me, McGonagall hates me, and I have a good-luck potion. Which reminds me, where is it?
"Oh, shit!" I yell, and jump off my bed. I tear off the covers, looking for that tiny vial. Where could it have gone? Not caring about my roommates belongings, I throw everything onto the floor.
I run into the Common Room and tear through the pillows on the sofa. "Where is it?" I hiss.
"What are you looking for?" a voice asks.
I spin around to find Severus, stuffing his face with a turkey leg, left over from dinner. Eww….
"Well, I'm looking for our potion! Could you PLEASE help?!" I yell. And then, something unexpected happens. Something that fills me with rage. Severus. Laughs. At. Me. How dare that…that…. Half-Blood laugh at me? The most pure of Pure-Bloods!
"Oh, and I suppose that this is so hilariously funny?!" I scream at him. At this, he laughs harder!
"Bellatrix! I have it RIGHT here! I forgot to give it to you!" Severus laughs. Embarrassment floods through me, pumping in my veins.
Lashing out to hide my embarrassment, I grab the most valuable thing that I can find in my reach. Severus' potions book. I pry it out of his hands and run to my room. When I'm inside, I lock the door.
"Bellatrix, open up!" he shouts, but I'm too caught up in his book. Notes. Notes. Notes fill up the pages. He marks through the words that he finds irrelevant. He puts in his own directions, his own words, ignoring the words that the author had written previously. Oh my God, I had no idea that he knows that much about potions.
By the time that I'm done, it's 10:00. I walk into the Common Room, and find Severus still bent over his Muggle Studies homework.
"Wow, Sev. That was fantastic," I tell him. He looks up at me and jumps.
"Thanks. Although, I don't really like how you stole it in the first place, but whatever," Severus says. I laugh, and shrug.
"Muggle Studies?" I ask. He nods, so I sit down with him, and try to help. But truth be told, I suck at Muggle Studies. So I expect Severus to fail horribly.
Authors Note: Dear Self, wow another chapter! If you are reading this, please review or PM me!
Until next time,
Mrs. Luke Pritchard
