Out of My Life, Chapter 3 – Revenge, Part 2
Summary: Kate Brink has hated Sirius Black almost all her life, and she wishes that he never came into her life. But sooner or later Kate has to realize that no matter how hard she tries, she just can't get him out of her life. Full summary inside.
Full Summary: Kate Brink is the arch nemesis of Sirius Black, and is almost as bad as the Slytherins, which is saying a lot in his eyes. Sirius Black is the arch nemesis of Kate Brink, and is almost as bad as her mother, which is saying a lot in her eyes. She has hated him almost all her life, perhaps even more than her best friend Lily Evans has hated James Potter. And perhaps even more than her other best friend Emmy Parsons has hated cotton balls. But even Kate, one of the two smartest people in her house, has to take a while to realize that however hard she tries she just can't get Sirius Black out of her life.
Disclaimer: I own Kate Brink, Emmy Parsons, Selena and Serena Nevine ONLY. The rest of the characters belong to JK Rowling, and so do everything else in the Potterverse.
"Cupcakes," Emmy insisted.
"Muffins," Alice asserted.
"No, cupcakes," Emmy argued.
"Muffins."
"Cupcakes.
"Muffins."
"Cupcakes."
"Muffins."
"Cupcakes."
"Scones!" Kate said brightly, and the other two glared.
"No, cupcakes!"
"Muffins are better!"
"What's so bad about scones?"
"Shut up!" Lily roared, and they all jumped. "They are all very delicious, stop arguing, and eat your breakfast!"
The three exchanged looks, and Emmy took a bite of her cupcake. Alice nibbled at her muffin, and Kate put jam on her scone. "Cupcakes," Emmy mumbled with a full mouth. Alice and Kate giggled.
It was the morning of Thursday, one day before the prank was supposed to take place. They were going to brew the potions in the Room of Requirement later that day when they had a free period- Tuesday and Thursdays were the only two days where all four girls had a free period at the same time. "Remember, Lily, you've got to steal the essence of polyphlant and boomslang skin today at potions, alright?" Kate reminded her redheaded friend.
"Yeah, okay," Lily nodded, not looking up from her bowl of granola and blueberries with yoghurt, a weird muggle paste that tasted a bit like sweetened sour milk. It was obvious that Lily didn't want to steal from the teacher that liked her best.
Emmy looked at the yoghurt in disgust, curling her lip. "Why would anyone in a right mind eat that white diarrhea?"
"Because it's healthy," Alice said, scooping some for herself from Lily's bowl. "And it actually tastes good when you add honey and berries."
"I'm not convinced," Emmy shook her head, and went back to eating her fruits and drinking her hazelnut coffee.
"You know, Wizarding food was a lot better than I thought," Lily commented, eating her granola. "I thought that liver and kidney pie would be disgusting, and grubroot soup would be gross, but it tasted rather good when I first had it in First Year," Lily nodded towards the soup that was pale green with darker flecks at the other side of the dining table.
"Agreed. I only ate Muggle food when I was younger. It was only when I found out that I was a witch that I started eating Wizarding food.," Kate agreed, and the other two girls exchanged looks.
"Muggle food sounds disgusting," Emmy declared.
"Yoghurt is like, the only exception," Alice added, waving her spoon at the creamy white substance.
Lily shook her head fervently and started to argue when Gideon Prewett, the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, cleared his throat and said rather loudly: "Alright Gryffs! Listen up!"
The entire table quieted and looked up at the Captain who was standing on the top of the Gryffindor table. He was a highly respected figure in 'Gryffindor Society'. "Right. A particular student whom I respect-" there he looked at James who beamed, and Lily snorted in derision- "has asked for a change of date for the quidditch tryouts. So, because I agree with his reasons the tryouts will be moved to the 10th, on Sunday instead."
There was a cheer from the other side of the table, obviously coming from James and Sirius. Kate was grinning widely, and Emmy was thumping her on the back.
"You've still got a chance, Katy!" She congratulated her friend, and Kate glared at her.
"Thanks, mate, but seriously, don't call me Katy," Kate gave Emmy a look.
"Would you rather us call you—" Lily began with a smirk but was cut off.
"Don't even say it," Kate growled, hating her real name Caitlyn.
Alice, Lily, and Emmy laughed. "What position are you trying out for?" Alice asked suddenly.
"Me? Oh, Beater. Spence's always said that I had a good arm," Kate beamed, and Lily hugged her friend.
"Go give everyone concussions, Kate," Lily grinned, and Kate couldn't stop smiling, even as she headed off to Ancient Runes.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Sirius danced around James, singing a self-composed song.
"Oh, I'm going to make the Qui-iii-ditch team!
It'll make me so happy I'll scream!
And thank you, Prongs,
I'll—What rhymes with Prongs?"
"Er, thongs?" James looked uncertain, and Remus laughed.
"I'll make Evans dance in thongs!" Sirius sang, grinning wickedly at James' dazed expression. He made to sing some more when the four girls walked into D.A.D.A at the same time.
Lily's expression was priceless. Her face was a bright scarlet, and her mouth was wide open. "WHAT DID YOU SAY, BLACK?" She screeched.
"YOU'RE DEAD, BLACK!" Kate snarled at the same time, and Sirius raised a sardonic eyebrow.
"Funny, you'd think I wouldn't be still standing here."
"Funny, you'd think even a retard could tell between figurative language and literal language."
"Funny, you'd think—"
"God, guys! Stop arguing for once, won't you?" Alice sighed, exasperated as Emmy and Lily bore down furiously on James.
"No, Potter! I absolutely despise you and you disgust me, I would never go out with you!" Lily shouted lividly and even Kate flinched, looking around from her fight with Sirius. She knew this would hurt James more than everything else.
The boy's face fell and his eyes saddened considerably as Lily stalked to the other side of the classroom. Kate shot James a sympathetic look before she followed her friend away. At the same time, Professor Flosira, their young, beautiful, blonde new professor walked into the room and smiled at the class, who had all rushed back into their seats, Kate shooting a dirty glance at Sirius before sitting down between Lily and Emmy. Alice plopped down next to Lily, who glared fiercely straight ahead. Kate, out of the corner of her eyes, saw Sirius consoling James about Lily and Remus telling them to be quiet.
She turned her attention away when Flosira began talking. "Page two, class. Read it, and when you are done close the book." She pointed her wand at the blackboard and words formed themselves on the smooth surface: Illegal spells and curses.
Kate sighed and flipped to the page. There, many dark spells that she hadn't even heard of were on the page, but her eyes fell on the words:
Unforgivable Curses
And then to:
The Killing Curse
She gulped and looked away from the page, memories flashing in her mind. Feeling sick, Kate closed the book.
"Oh? Done already, Miss Brink?" Flosira crossed her arms and looked straight at Kate. "I didn't know you could read so quickly. Pray tell, what does the spell Mortemalus do?"
"Er, it, uh…" Kate had heard of this before, she was sure of it. "Um, it has to do with death?"
Flosira's eyes narrowed. "Five points from Gryffindor, Brink, for lying." Sirius shot a deadly glare at Kate, which she ignored defiantly. "Mortemalus creates the illusion that you are dying or that someone else is dying for a person, without actually killing that person. It's used, usually, for torture."
"So it does have something to do with death. And she wasn't lying, she never said that she had finished reading. What'd you take points off her for?" Emmy called out angrily, and Flosira's eyes narrowed.
"My, didn't your previous Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor teach you not to talk back to your elders? Don't any of your teachers?" Flosira sneered, and Emmy clenched her fists.
"Our previous Professor taught us better than you ever could," Emmy snapped. "And the rest of them could teach you a thing or two about not being a git."
The entire class froze. Emmy was known for a fiery temper, but she had never insulted a teacher to her face before. Flosira's eyes were darker and colder than they had been before.
"Fifty points off Gryffindor, Parsons, and you'll be serving detentions for three days," Flosira growled, and pointed her wand at Emmy. "Now I'll not be hearing any more from you this lesson." With a flick of her wand Emmy gasped and clutched at her throat.
"Emmy!" Kate, Alice, and Lily jumped up at the same time, rushing over to their friend.
"Sit down, you three," Flosira commanded forcefully, and the three girls, with a furious expression, sat down. By that time Emmy had finished choking, and was glowering, enraged, at the Professor.
"You—" Emmy cut herself off and tried to keep going but ended up sprouting nonsense. "Motherly bubbles pink puffy cats fans and yellow flowers! You put a spell on me!" Emmy accused, and Flosira shrugged.
"Taught you a lesson though, didn't you? Right, sorry about that, class. I'm sure the rest of you finished reading, though. Evans, the Imperius Curse is…?"
"An Unforgivable Curse, and will send you to Azkaban. It gives you complete control over a person until you end the spell," Lily's voice quivered a bit as she answered, but Flosira didn't seem to notice.
"Five points to Gryffindor. Mulciber, the Cruciatus?"
The Slytherin's smirk was so frightening that Kate nearly shrank away. "It's an Unforgivable too, Professor. Tortures someone."
'More or less. Five points to Slytherin. And Brink, the final Unforgivable Curse is…"
"The- the Killing Curse," Kate answered, quietly. "Kills a person instantly, and cannot be blocked. It's the only spell that's not nonverbal nor wandless."
"Correct. Five points. As you all know, all of these are very, very illegal and…" Flosira droned on.
Kate immediately got out a piece of paper and silently performed a charm on it.
Bold: Lily Italics: Alice Underlined: Emmy Italicized and Bolded: Kate
Can you believe it? What a bitch! And I thought she was alright!
Well, Emmy, it was sort of your fault. You shouldn't have talked back to the teacher. We shouldn't be passing notes, either.
Alice! How could you!
Liss, did you hear her? That hag was… evil, I tell you! How is she even Hufflepuff? She has to be Slytherin.
Em, you've never hated a teacher so much. Why now?
I felt this bad vibe.
Seriously, Em? Vibes?
You girls shouldn't be passing notes in class.
You're writing notes. What's the difference?
Here Lily rolled her eyes and scribbled something. The words showed up on everybody's papers. The difference is, I'm actually taking notes on the class.
Well, we're talking about the class, too.
You mean you're talking about how bad the teacher is. You're not really taking notes on the lesson.
So do you like that teacher?
No.
Ha! I'm right!
Kate looked exasperated as she answered. About what?
She's evil. Lil said that she didn't like Flosnotta, so she must be evil. Because our Lil here likes everybody except James Potter who isn't evil.
James Potter is EVIL!
Kate ignored her. Flosnotta?
Emmy smirked when she replied. Yes. My name for her.
Wonder—
At this point, 'Flosnotta' aimed her wand at Kate's paper and it exploded into bits. "You're to be listening by now, not taking notes, Miss Brink. I doubt that you were, anyway." She turned back to preaching the class on whatever it was they were learning.
Kate exchanged a look with Emmy. "Hag," she hissed viciously under her breath.
It seemed as if the entire Hogwarts staff decided to pair Kate up with the Marauders. She was assigned the seat next to James during Potions. "Honestly, can't I be Marauder-free for even one class period?" She grumped, opening her textbook.
James shot her a good-natured grin. "What, are we really that bad?"
Kate gave him a scornful look. "Yes." After a second's thought, she amended, "Well, Remus is okay, he's actually pretty cool, but the rest of you? Especially Black?" She shuddered.
"You and Moony're on a first name basis now, are you?" James said jokingly, and Kate knew that, but it didn't stop her from giving him a glare.
"We're… Charms buddies, I suppose. And he's a lot better than the other three of you would be," Kate told him firmly, throwing in a handful of dried flobberworm tails.
"Harsh, aren't you?" James laughed.
"You could say that," Kate shrugged, checking the Potions textbook again.
"Well, why don't you like me?" James prodded, and Kate bit back a sigh of annoyance.
"For one, all we hear about you is Lily ranting and raving about how much of an arrogant, big-headed toerag you are." She pretended not to notice the flash of hurt across his eyes. "Secondly, you're Black's best mate, and I hate him. That's not bound to be any good for you, is it?"
"Do I seem arrogant, big-headed, and… er, toe-rag-esque now?" James questioned, setting down the glimmerweed root he was chopping and looking at Kate.
"Well…" Kate had to admit, she had thought him to be a lot worse. "Not really."
"See?" James looked like he had accomplished something important.
"Don't get used to it," Kate warned him, and he flashed her a 'Potter grin'.
"'Course not, mate."
"Oh, I'm your mate now, am I?" Kate teasingly poked his shoulder. "Black will be jealous."
"Don't worry. He'll be too busy flirting to notice," James chuckled.
"So you don't like his man-whorish tendencies, then?"
"Not particularly. Don't tell him I said that."
"'Course not, mate," Kate smirked, and James laughed again. She decided that James Potter wasn't as bad as Lily made him out to be.
10 minutes later, Kate and James' potion had gone from a vibrant blue to a sickly yellow. "What did we do wrong?" Kate lamented dismally.
"I don't know! It was fine just a minute ago!" James looked just as bewildered and panicked while Kate flipped through the book in a frenzy. "Should we ask my Lilyflower?" He glanced over at the redhead, who was currently arguing with her partner, Sirius.
"No, we've got to figure this out ourselves. Oh, and don't call her – wait, look, here it is. It says… Potter, I think we forgot to add the beozar feet before we put in the glimmerweed roots." Kate looked slightly confused.
"What the hell are beozar feet?" James asked, looking bemused.
"No idea."
"Beozars don't have feet, they come from—"
"A goat's stomach, I know." Kate was now looking for 'beozar feet' in the index.
"Then maybe… they're goat feet?" James suggested, and Kate glanced up at him so quickly that her ponytail nearly whacked him in the face.
"How'd you figure?"
"Well, since beozars are in goats, then maybe…"
"Of course not, you twit," Kate rolled her eyes. "That's completely illogical."
"Er, well, maybe…"
"Look, Potter! We read it wrong!" She exclaimed so loudly and suddenly that Lily looked at them curiously.
"It says belzar feet, not beozar feet!" Kate slapped her forehead.
"Er… so, what were belzars again?" James wondered, and the two exchanged distressed looks. Kate realized that she didn't know what a belzar was either.
"I don't bloody know!"
"Alright, let's take a look at your potions!" Slughorn stood, beaming at his students.
"Oh, we're screwed," Kate muttered at the same time James cursed, "Shit."
"Hell."
"This bloody sucks."
"Yep."
"Yeah."
"Totally."
"Definitely."
"Mr. Potter and Miss Brink!" Slughorn had made his way to their table, and was now staring disapprovingly at their ruined potion. "What happened?"
"Er, you see, sir, we forgot to add the belzar feet, sir," James answered awkwardly.
"Belzar feet? What in Merlin's name is that?" Slughorn's forehead wrinkled, and a couple students snickered.
"That's what it said in the book, sir," Kate supplied helpfully. "It says: 'Add three spoonfuls of belzar feet and stir thrice counterclockwise'."
Slughorn frowned. "I believe it said: 'Add three spoonfuls of bezzar fruit and three thrice counterclockwise'," he said.
James and Kate exchanged a look and hurried to reread the instructions.
"Oh." Both of their faces were bright red.
"Um, sorry, professor," Kate apologized in her embarrassment, and this time more than a few students laughed.
"Please read your assignments more carefully next time," Slughorn told them sternly.
"Yes, sir."
"And you'll be assigned an extra report on bezzar fruits."
The unfortunate students exchanged another glance, this time one of horror. "Yes, sir."
Kate turned to James and opened her mouth to say something when something hit the back of her head. She scowled and bent to pick it up. It was a crumpled piece of parchment. Kate placed it on her desk, smoothed it, and read:
Need glasses, Brink?
She turned around to see Sirius wearing an immensely irritating grin next to a very annoyed Lily. Kate furiously scratched out a reply, her quill almost snapping. When Slughorn wasn't looking she tossed it back at him, hitting him in the eye. She smirked to herself.
In case you haven't noticed, Black, your best mate here made the same mistake.
The returning letter came quickly, skidding across the table to stop next to her ink well.
I was under the impression that you were the one telling Prongs what the ingredients were. With a guilty pang, Kate realized that he was right. But there was no way in hell that she was going to tell him that.
I guess you thought wrong then, didn't you? Class ended right as Sirius read it and Kate, in her hurry to write the letter, didn't catch the homework. She looked at James a little sheepishly.
"Er, what was the homework again?"
"An essay on the potion. A metre long." James was packing his things away.
"Thanks. And, er… sorry about the misreading thing. It was my fault." Kate purposely didn't look at him as she put her own things away.
James opened his mouth to reply but another voice startled Kate. "Hah! I knew it was you, Brink! Liar!"
Kate turned and gave Sirius her most withering glower, with, to her colossal vexation, didn't seem to bother him at all. "You really are the most intolerable prat in the universe, Black," she spat, and, taking her things with her, she marched angrily out of the room.
James gave Sirius an imploring look. "Honestly, mate?"
At the same time, Lily sent Sirius a glare. "Honestly, Black?" Finding that she had been speaking nearly the same words as her 'arch enemy', the redhead scoffed and, dragging Emmy with her, hurried to their next class.
Sirius ignored Lily but instead gave his best friend a disbelieving look. "You're sticking up for Brink?"
"Well, you didn't need to rub it in her face," James reasoned, slinging his bookbag over his shoulder. He felt that Sirius had really exaggerated how bad Kate was – in reality, the girl wasn't all that bad. She was pretty fun to be around, actually.
"Prongs, this is Brink we're talking about. The devil incarnate. And you're suddenly best mates with her now, are you?" Sirius shook his head as the two of them headed out the door. Remus and Peter joined up with them from their Herbology class about halfway to Transfiguration.
"What're we talking about?" Peter squeaked, as Remus gave James a curious look.
"Getting chummy with Padfoot's rival, Prongs?" He smirked, and James rolled his eyes.
"I'm not going to go off and spend all night gossiping like a girl with her. Seriously, stop making it sound worse. All I'm saying is that Brink isn't all that bad. I don't even know why you pretend to hate her so much." James accidentally let his, Remus', and Peter's suspicions slip.
"Pretend to hate her? Merlin, of course I hate her!" Sirius stared at the three of them. "This is about your stupid theory on how I like her, isn't it?"
Remus gave James a dirty look. "Perhaps. Come on, if we keep at this pace, we're never going to get to class. What kind of prefect am I, if I show up late for class?" He strode ahead of the others, pulling his friends with him.
"A Marauder prefect, mate!" James replied jovially as Sirius grumbled inaudible things about Kate.
Kate's POV:
(A.N.: Right, I know that this is in 3rd person, but I really felt like doing 1st person for this bit… and who knows? Maybe, if it goes well with you guys I might even make it 1st person for the rest (or at least most of) the fanfic. Anyway, let's keep going…)
Honestly! That jerk ruined everything. I plopped down crossly at my seat, glaring at the Transfiguration book on the rickety desk. Five minutes later the Marauders ran in, panting heavily, and I, having the horrible fate of being the only one out of my friends to be in the Slytherin/Gryffindor Transfiguration class, scowled. The Slytherin boy next to me had the same reaction. Really, if the Slytherins weren't so goddamn evil and idiotic I would have gotten along with them rather well, bonded by a common hatred of the four boys. Well, three, really. Remus was my friend. And Potter wasn't really so bad.
The voice of Professor McGonagall interrupted my rather violent fantasies of ripping out the innards of Sirius Black and I snapped out of my daze to direct my stare at the teacher. "… Be assigning seats for you this semester," she continued, and there was a collective groan from the class. Ignoring it like a professional (which, I suppose, she was), McGonagall didn't even blink as she carried on. "So, if you would all please stand to the sides of the classroom." The clanging of chairs being pulled away and the shuffling of shoes across the room was rather loud as all the students hurried to the sides of the room. I found myself beside the Slytherin boy- who, I realized, had almost the exact black hair and piercing grey eyes as Black. Strange.
"Mister Regulus Black and Miss Mary MacDonald," McGonagall said, and the Slytherin boy moved. My eyebrows flew to my hairline. That was Black's brother, whom I had heard so much about! No wonder they looked so alike. The Irish girl scampered to her seat, looking rather fearful. I snorted. What's to be afraid of?
"Mister Sirius Black and Miss Catilyn Brink," the cursed professor then announced.
Bloody. Hell.
I wasn't sure what to be more annoyed with: That McGonagall had just called me Catilyn, or that I had been paired with Black. After just a split second of thought, I decided that Black was the winner. I would rather be called Catilyn Ariana Aileen Syntra Brink (my full name) for the rest of my life than sit with Black for one and a half hours.
We sat down next to each other without speaking. At all. I must say, I was a little surprised. I had expected for him to suddenly lash out and say something stupid, but instead his mouth was shut and he was glowering steadily ahead.
Whatever. Not my problem.
I imitated his intense stare, but instead directed it at McGonagall. Maybe, if I sent her enough fiery telepathic daggers through my eyes I would actually burn her up.
No luck. Instead, she started preaching on the Disappearing charm- something that I had learned in the summer, with my Mother harping on about tutoring courses. My Mother was like a dictator, I swear. Probably has to do with the fact that she was a Zabini. A complete Slytherin.
Black was sitting there pouting about something, that I obviously didn't care about. But seriously, it was so boring, listening to "Evanesco!" over and over again that I actually felt like talking to Black. Finally, I caved in. "Black."
He seemed to jump a bit, and I hid a smirk as he turned his head slightly. "Brink."
"Eggplant." It was the first thing that came to my mind. Which, really, just showed how messed up I was. Who randomly thinks of vegetables?
He looked slightly amused, I think. "Radish."
I raised an eyebrow. Was this some kind of game to him? "Spinach."
Black scrunched up his nose. He mustn't like spinach very much. To be honest, I didn't either. "Avocado."
"That's not a vegetable," I told him prissily, dipping my quill in the ink well to begin the in-class assignment.
He snorted. "Who gives a damn?"
"I do."
"No, I mean who gives a damn about what you think?" Black gave me a superior look, to which I felt like replying with a punch in the face.
"You should," I instead countered lamely.
"I don't have to," he crossed his arms, looking rather like a girl. It made me laugh. "What's so funny, Brink?" He snapped, glowering at me, his voice raised slightly.
"Mister Black, and Miss Brink! Please work on your essays in silence!" The highly annoyed voice of McGonagall broke into our glaring contest, and made James laugh behind us.
I turned around and shot him a look before smiling sweetly at McGonagall. "Yes, Professor. Sorry. Black was just being himself." I buried my head back into my essay.
The origin of the spell 'Evanesco', or the Disappearing Charm, is a highly debated topic, though…
"What the hell was that for?" An angry whisper sounded, and a finger poked my shoulder.
"Shut up, and let me finish my essay, Black," I spat at him, pushing his hand away. But when my fingers touched his, a shock zapped my finger, and a strange, crackling feeling ran through my body. What the hell was that? Static, perhaps? He seemed to have felt it too, as he looked slightly disturbed and disoriented when he replaced his hand on the table. Static, definitely.
At least he didn't answer. Kate: 01/Sirius: 01
A tie. Well, there'd be plenty of time to get ahead of the game. I smirked and kept scribbling on.
"I've got an idea!" Alice squealed when she ran into the Room of Requirement for our Potion-Brewing session.
"And when you got that idea, I hope you weren't so excited you let people see you getting in here, were you?" Lily said dryly beside me.
"No, of course not. Anyway, you know how Gideon talked about the change of Quidditch team try-outs?" Alice's beam was so bright I think I was blinded.
"Yeah, what about it?" Emmy had stepped in behind Alice, and was now sitting down at one of the couches. Lily poured her and Alice some tea.
"You guys can deny it all you want, but you've got to admit, Black's an awesome player. You know he's going to make it, and you know how happy he'll be… so what we'll do is do the prank after he finds out." Alice finished, and took a rather loud slurp of tea.
"It'll drown his spirits!" Kate smirked evilly, and Lily's eyes brightened.
"You're brilliant, Lissy!" She cried, and hugged the petite girl, which made her spill her drink all over the redhead. "Ow!" Lily yelped, feeling the hot tea burn her back.
"Sorry! Tergeo!" Alice squeaked, and the tea was siphoned off.
"S'okay," Lily shrugged it off, smiling. "You fixed it, anyway."
"Good idea, Liss. Now that we're all here, let's start brewing, shall we?" Emmy grinned, and I chuckled.
"Sure. You've got the last ingredients, Lil?" I pulled out the glimmerweed from potions. I had slipped some into my pockets without James noticing.
"Yep."
"Alice, you've got the others?"
"Plucked it right from the ground at Care of Magical Creatures," Alice snickered, and Emmy looked impressed.
"How'd you know it'd be there?" She asked the shorter girl as she boiled the water with a flick of her wand.
"I remembered reading about it in Herbology. In marshy areas, Sprout said. We went to a marsh today, so I thought that it'd be there," Alice laughed, dropping the hot pink flower inside.
"Nice one, Ali," I complimented, stirring the flower in with the ladle.
There was a moment of comfortable silence, when Lily spoke up. "So, Kate, I saw you chatting with Potter during Potions," she raised an eyebrow at me, and Emmy's mouth dropped open.
"You're getting friendly with Potter, of all people?" The blonde asked incredulously, and I shrugged.
"He's not all that bad," I informed her, a bit defensively, as I tossed in my glimmerweed. "I don't really know why Lily's like that about him." I gave my friend a sideways glance.
"He's not all that bad?" Lily spluttered. "Didn't you even see what I said in D.A.D.A? He's evil!"
"He's no Lucius Malfoy," I rolled my eyes. "Sure, he can be an arrogant prick, but he's actually pretty nice to me."
"Are you serious?" Lily's eyes were as wide as saucers. "Do you even know what you're saying?"
I shrugged, and decided to drop the matter. I didn't want to get her all riled up now. I exchanged a look with Alice, who giggled and shook her head slightly.
"Well, guess who I got to sit with in Transfig." I heaved a great sigh and looked around at them all, with great big, miserable eyes. Well, as miserable as my weird amber eyes could be, really.
"Who? Gid Prewett?" Emmy waggled her eyebrows, and my cheeks burned red. I had a crush on him in fourth year, but not now.
"No! I don't like him anymore! That was fourth year!" I protested, crossing my arms. "Anyway, I didn't sit with him. Someone super, super bad."
Alice's eyes grew big. "A Slytherin?"
"Worse."
"No. Way." Lily shook her head sympathetically. "You had to sit with Black, didn't you?"
I nodded sadly, and the other two girls gasped.
"Seriously? Was he a pain in the ass?"
"Did he harass you again?"
"Yes, and no," I answered. "We actually didn't talk for the most of the class."
"Really?" Lily's eyes stretched wide. "You mean, you ignored him, right? Or was he not talking to you?"
"He wasn't talking to me. Actually, I got so bored with McGonagall's droning that I talked to him first."
"What?" Emmy looked surprised. "You always ignored him."
"Well, I'd rather get into a nice old argument than sit there, you know?" I looked imploringly at the three of them. "I'd rather be doing something."
Alice sighed. "I'll never understand your train of thought, but sure. Whatever." She added in some of the last drops of messa juice.
Lily rolled her eyes. "None of us do." I pushed her playfully.
"Shut up," I grinned.
She laughed. "You shut up."
"Cupcakes," Emmy announced. We all exchanged looks, and burst out laughing, nearly knocking over the potion.
Yay! Crappy chappie!
… That rhymes.
Anyway, I think that was rather bad. And that I was rather bad as well, to keep you all waiting, because I promised you guys that I'd put it up. Which implied soon. So, now I give you all permission to gather a herd of llamas and have them poop in my yard.
Either way, feel free to tell me how bad it was and how I should improve it. Yes, I do mean and how I should improve it. Like always, don't tell me how bad it was and leave it like that. It won't help me. And it certainly won't make it better.
So, there's the fourth chapter, which rather sucked. I'm not saying that just so you guys can reassure me and tell me how great it is (though it'd be nice if you did, but be honest, say what you believe), I honestly think it's bad.
Oh, and I recently discovered that I've been saying some things in a British accent now. I'm American. I've either got too many British friends, or I've just been over-obsessing over Harry Potter (not the character, the series).
That's a super long author's note, but there you go. Ta-ta, my beautiful readers!
Post vale memento mei,
Fflight