God, I'm a horrible person for updating so late! The ten days in US was busy as heck and jet lag. And after this flight, I have to go to school. Like, #firstasianproblems. Anyway, I decided to give you the liberation of reading a new chapter just coz' I'm merciful. So merciful. Oh, I am so saint-like. Just kidding. I'd probaly be damned to hell one day.

So this is continued in Avalon's P.O.V I will include new OCs in this chapter (hopefully, really, it depends on my plot in this chapter. I'm a writer that doesn't figure out her plot for the chapter she's currently writing, oh thank god for free-thinking).

Yay! So erm...I hope your Christmas was alright, and happy new year! Enjoy!
By the way, it's waaaay over New Year and I'm quite busy with my new school so my mind is all over the places now.

Avalon's P.O.V

Yay! It's detention time with Potter. Hint my sarcasm? It's so strong, I think people all the way from Timbuktu could've sensed it.

Timbuktu sounds funny. I mean, say that five times. Timbuktu, Timbuktu, Timbuktu, Timbuktu, Timbuktu. Haha. It's like saying kumquat. Kumquat. Ha. Gods, I need to get a life.

Anyway, here I am, in the dead of night, carrying a dimly lit lamp cleaning..of all places, or things,...Mrs. Norris' litter box. Creative punishment, yet disgusting as Hades' gym clothes. Merlin, what does this cat eat?! And we couldn't even use our wands!

"Brinley, what are you doing?" Public Enemy Number One asked me, raising a brow.
"What doing think I'm doing?" I hissed, holding a clump of Mrs. Norris'...unwanted nutrients.
"And so the Slytherin Princess hisses." He spread out his arms for effect.
"Sod off, Potter." I muttered.
"What is this am I hearing? The fair Avalon Brinley doesn't want my company?"
"Oh dear Godric please help me, what do you want, you dolt!"
He rolled his eyes. "Merlin woman, I was just making conversation."
"Well, conversation over."
"Not unless I say so."

Oh my gods, I just wanted to pull out Bob and stab him, no- castrate him, right now.
"Okay, I don't know what the crap it is that you want. So can you please skedaddle." I pushed him to a side, shove the equipment in his hands, and snap my fingers in a Z formation. Okay, I didn't snap my fingers (because I can't snap, it's pathetic, really). I stormed away and shouted back "Finish your job Potter, and close your mouth, you'll catch flies."

I groaned into my pillow. Celia was out with her twin, Cecil for a "friendly family gathering". It was a wedding, but she called it that for unknown reasons. Isabel looked up from the book she was reading, while Elisabetta was dead asleep on her bed. "Why is Potter such an arsehole?" I wailed. Dev, short for Devara, raises a brow an said, "At least his a hot arsehole." I threw a pillow at her. "My gosh, did you join the Albus Potter fan club? Because lemme tell you, the people there are mental." "I didn't join the fan club, it's stupid. Those are weird, creepy, obsessive girls. I, on the other hand, am just commending him on his godly bod." I cringed and make a puking motion. Potter had the body of god, hah, yea right, he looks like a satyr for Merlin's sake, and not those active hippie ones, the ones that sit down and do basically nothing while feasting on tin cans and had a bulging belly. Those are disgusting, Holy Hades man. Just like Potter.

"Come on Ava, he's not that bad." Celia (who magically appeared by the way), leaning on her bedpost said. I jumped and got "the shivers" (people who watched Troye Sivan's "I Get The Shivers When I Pee" will understand. If you haven't, watch it, it's funny as hell). "When did you get back?" I asked. "'Bout like fifteen seconds ago." She said with a small shrug. She threw me a chocolate bar. "A Muggle chocolate bar they gave out in the "friendly family gathering", figured you'd like it." I peered down at the Mars bar (P.S I realised there were no Mars bars when I was in US but why? They're so good!) I unwrapped the wrapper and then green goo shot my face. "Let me guess, Cecil told you to do so." I glared at Celia. "Nah, it was all me this time." I muttered a barely audible Scourgify. "Anyways, tell me all about your magical night with Albus Potter. Did he take you out on a magic carpet ride? Sing a song about how he can show you the world? All with a monkey by his side?" Celia took off her shoes, leaving her green socks which had a picture of Dumbledore's face on it. "First things first, nice socks. Second, why are you reciting Aladdin? And my 'magical night'", I made little air quotes, "Was not magical at all. Literally and metaphorically."

Celia rolled her eyes, "Whatever you say. Your heart must've been fluttering and all but fine, it's your choice." I gave her my best "shut-up-bitch-or-Imma-go-all-ratchet-on-you look then tucked myself (quite comfortably, if I must say) in.

The next day was a Saturday. More importantly, it was a Hogsmeade Saturday. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate Hogsmeade but after that incident with the Aphrodite cabin *shudder shudder* I stay away from all things where possible dates may be held at.

The Great Hall was in its usual quietness, or as usually quiet it could get at 6 in the morning. The only people there were some random first-years eyeing their plates of bacon rather intensely, two fifth-year Gryffindors sipping on their pumpkin juice while studying for their O. and a fellow Slytherin, named Dennis Aventine. He was sitting alone, sucking on a sugar quill. Dennis is the kind of guy who you think would've ended up way better in Ravenclaw than in Slytherin. He was smart, and quick-witted, like the total Ravenclaw package. But here he was, at Slytherin. Technically, he was the male version of me.

I sat down at the Slytherin table and scooted next to him. "Hi." I said, he replied with a curt nod. "You're wearing your bunny slippers, you know that?" He told me. I looked down to find the furry pink slippers. I blushed in embarrassment. I Accio-ed a pair of loafers and put them on. His hazel eyes still trained on me, he said "And you are having a really bad hair day. Did you even look in the mirror before you came here? Merlin, you look like you battled a dragon while in your jammies." I swatted at him and muttered, "Yeesh you're so judgemental." "I heard that. In case you didn't notice Avalon, I'm sitting right next to you." Dennis drawled. I kicked him in the shin. He gave a small yelped and grumbled something along the lines of "Woman, is it your time of the month?" "I heard that. In case you didn't notice Denny, I'm. Sitting. Right. Next. To. You." I micmicked him.

Just at that moment, a gust of wind whooshed in the Great Hall. And Potter, in all his stupor, was standing, arms spread open, (what did he think he was? Jesus?) and then he yelled the words which I'd never thought would've come out of his filthy mouth.

"Avalon Artemis James Brinley, (yes my third name is James, no, do not ask me why) will you go to Hogsmeade with me?"

Den. Den. DEN. Wooooo cliffhanger! I don't update for like 2 weeks and you get a cliffhanger! I am such a troll. But wait! There's more!

I stare at him, mouth agape. I walked up to him, squinted my eyes and kick him where the sun does not shine. Take that! Godly body, my arse.

Ta-da! Now you have to wait for my inconsistent updates. Have a great day! And also, review. And get a headphone! d^_^b
~Wintaa