Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Me and my friends sort of just add to our document whenever, and I thought I posted the new chapters. Once again, I'm sorry. If it's any consolation I now have chapter 8 finished.
Chapter 3
Sami Jo POV
"Oh great," I moaned. "I'm late for potions."
I looked over. Emma was still asleep. "Wake up Emma!" I yelled. "WE HAVE ALREADY MISSED A WHOLE CLASS! Get up now or you'll be late for potions."
Emma looked at me, "You've got to be kidding me."
"Come on, get dressed, let's go!" I said, hurriedly running a brush through my long blonde hair.
"Alright let's not be late for anything else," Emma sighed.
The next minute we found ourselves sprinting down so many halls and corridors, I think I may have lost count.
"Wow, this place is like a maze," I gasped. "How will we ever find our way around this place?"
"I'm sure that we'll both know our way around this place but, right now let's focus on getting to class before Snape gets 'worried'," Emma said sarcastically.
With that we started running. I wasn't quite sure where I was going and I had to ask a couple of ghosts for directions. We finally got to the dungeons and burst in. It turned out Severus (I can't call him Snape like everyone else, it just seems so wrong.) was in the middle of his introduction to potions speech. Also, it rapidly became obvious that he didn't like being interrupted.
Me and Emma tried to hide in the back, but of course he singled us out.
"Care to join us, Potter?" he sneered at Emma. Emma quickly turned around and sat down in the corner. Smart.
I wondered what he would say to me. Unfortunately, I didn't have to wait for it, "So," he began, "What's your excuse?" he continued to stare at me. I was frozen. I couldn't move, and being singled out like this wasn't helping one bit.
"W-w-well I y-you see," I stammered. Trying to at least say something. Just then Emma walked over and stepped slightly in front of me.
"Don't worry, I'll handle it," She whispered. "Well, you see Professor, it's all my fault." And here began Emma's long story that told the 'truth' about what happened.
"What does she think she's doing?" I thought to myself. "Even If she somehow convinces Snape that I had nothing to do with being late for class, Emma will still take all the blame for something WE did." After Emma finished her fib she glanced down at her feet.
Snape looked at Emma, he looked really, really mad. Although, Emma's story did take up most of whatever time was left of class. After another long pause he finally did something. "Potter," he snapped. "Detention!"
Emma looked up, her green eyes widened. "But I…." She began. Snape glared at her, then smirked as she started to cry, right in the middle of the class, the centre of attention, he looked very proud of what he just did. Emma turned away and started to run out of class, tears dripping down her face. I'm guessing she thought that if she had a good enough story maybe Snape wouldn't do anything bad, after all it's only the first day, apparently not.
"Dismissed," he mumbled. I quickly ran out of class hoping that I could find Emma, she got a head start, no fair! I decided to give up on searching for Emma at the moment and at least get something to eat. I made my way down to the great hall and took a seat at the Gryffindor table across from Harry.
"How were your first classes?" He asked.
"Well, they weren't as good as I hoped," I responded. "You see, I missed my first class."
"You did what?" Harry replied. His eyes widened.
"Let's not talk about it," I started. Really hoping to change the subject to something less embarrassing.
"Let me guess," Harry smirked. "You slept in."
"Yes," I moaned. "Can we talk about something else?"
"Alright," he sighed. There was a long pause, I don't think either of us knew what to change the subject to, so we both kept pretty quiet.
"Hey," Harry glanced around. "Where's Emma?"
Right, Emma, I had totally forgotten about Emma. I was hoping I didn't have to tell anyone the full story because I felt really bad that I didn't really do anything. I just stood there and watched, as my best friend took all the blame. But, I decided that Harry should know after all, Emma probably wouldn't mind anyway.
After I finished telling the story, I honestly didn't know what to do. Again, more awkward silence. "Do you think I should do something?" I asked. He nodded, not sure what to say. I quickly grabbed my books off the table and was about to begin my search for Emma, when Harry came up to me.
"I'll come too," he smiled. "After all, four eyes are better than two."
"First," I said. "A question. If you were crying, where would you go?"
"Uhhh, I don't know," Harry said. "The bathroom maybe?"
"Hmmm," I thought. "Emma and I saw a bathroom while we were running all over the school. Maybe she went there."
"Sure," Harry agreed. "You lead."
We walk out of the great hall. "It's this way, wait no it's this way. Where's the second floor again?
"Follow me," Harry sighed.
I followed him to the second floor. When we finally got to the bathroom. I stepped inside. Harry decided to wait outside. "Emma?" I called.
"Echo," was the reply.
"Emma?" I called again.
"Echooooo!"
"Not funny Emma!"
"Go away! Leave me alone!" she sobbed. "This is all your fault. Why can't you just stand up for yourself for a change instead of just hiding in a corner!?" She screamed.
"Look, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean for any of this to happen," I replied, "I just wanted to say, thank you."
"Aww, how cute," came a voice from behind us. "Nobody ever comes to visit poor, moaning Myrtle."
"Uhh, Harry," I called nervously. "There's a dead girl talking to me."
"Can I come in?" Harry asked cautiously. Going into a girl's bathroom as a guy is one of those things you should be cautious about.
"Yeah, it's fine," I called back out.
Harry walked into the bathroom. Cue awkward pause. "So," he began. "Emma?"
"Harry?" Emma sniffed with joy. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to find you."
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