A small amount of light filtered through the greenish water and through the window's, into the Slytherin Common room. It was Monday morning, and already Shannon was up, sitting on one of the Common room's many dark green chairs as she waited patiently for her pocket watch to strike half past seven. She had been awake for almost an hour now, and it had given her plenty of time to get ready for the day ahead.
She had been lying in her bed, staring at the ceiling for most of the night in anticipation for the days to come. She had tried to get to sleep fairly early that night, going to bed a few minuets after the Prefects had spoken to them and told them how thing's would generally carry out at Hogwarts. It dident seem all that different than what she pictured a muggle school to be like, minus the magic of course.
Finally, she snapped out of her thoughts and looked down at the small watch in her hand. It read a few minuet past seven thirty, but it wasent like she was running late or anything, classes did start until half past eight after all, she had plenty of time left. Regardless, she stood up and decided to head out of the Common room anyways, beginning her retreat down the dark, lonely Dungeon corridors, heading for the Great Hall for breakfast. The Slytherin Prefects had told them last night about the curfew and when the hall would be open in the mourning in case they were to wake up early. Both happened at seven o'clock exactly, but she knew better than to marching down the halls that early in the mourning. Even though the curfew would have ended by then, she could still get into trouble by some of the nastier professors, luckily there wernt many, but there was Professor Reed.
The Prefects had told them about who to watch out for, and one of the professors they had mentioned was Professor Reed. He was the man who had led them from the docks last night. He was actually the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher here at Hogwarts, and also one of the worst teachers you could get in trouble with. Even though he was the head of Slytherin House, he dident care all that much about them, and had absolutely no problem handing out detentions to them. In fact, the older kids had said he was quite hard on Slytherin's, and naturally, most of them speculated that it was because he dident want any more of them to become dark wizards or witches.
Despite this however, no one could really blame him for treating his house a little harshly. Most Slytherin's actually did become dark wizards and witches, but the other houses had their fair share of bad students as well. The only reason Slytherin was mentioned the most was because they had been the house to turn out the majority of most recent dark wizards.
Shannon dident really see anything wrong with turning out a generation or three of people interested in the dark arts though. It wasent the house that determined one's destiny, it was the choices one made that determined who they were. Actions spoke louder than words, something her family knew all to well. Why couldn't dad of just left them? We might be together if he did. She thought grimly to herself as she entered the hall and absentmindedly sat down at the Slytherin table.
Sometime later, she felt something hit her left shoulder a few times. It dident hit her very hard, it was more like a small tap than anything, but she ignored it and kept staring at the empty plate in front of her, not making any attempt to grab some food for herself. She had never ate much during breakfast anyways. A few moments later, it happened again, a few small taps on her shoulder. It was beginning to annoy her now, and he raised her right hand, trying to brush whatever it was away, even though the object that kept hitting her dident rest on her shoulder She could feel it lightly hit her again, once, and now a second time. She raised her hand and grabbed the thing that had been hitting her.
"Shannon" A voice said, and she snapped from her thoughts. It was then that she realized that the object in question was someone's hand. She looked behind her and her eyes settled on a small pair of round glasses, a familiar face sitting behind them.
Stan was standing behind her, a worried expression on his face as he looked down at her. "Are you feeling alright?" He asked after a few moments, hoping his friend was okay. She had been sitting there for the past fifteen minuets or so, looking at her plate with a ghostly look on her face. He hoped that she wasent sick. Of course, something could be troubling her, and he might not be able to help, but he wanted to make sure just in case.
She gave a slow nod and let go of the few fingers she still had a loos grip on. "Sorry, i'm just thinking is all" She said, a small smile crossing her face a few moments later. "So, when do we get our schedules?"
As if on cue, Professor Reed, followed by three other professors came into the hall, each carrying a stack of paper. With a quick flick of his wand, the papers flew from Reed's hands and began to float to their proper owners along the Slytherin table. Stan caught his as it flew towards him and gave it a look over. "What classes do you have?" He asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
Shannon quickly skimmed over the schedule in front of her before giving a reply. "Herbology" She droned, slightly disappointed that she dident have Charms or something else exciting first. Other than learning about what plant did what in Herbology, she couldn't see much fun in learning about dull old plants. They dident even do anything interesting, all they really did was sit there.
Jayden strode over, a smile on his face as he quickly ducked down to look at Shannon's schedule. "Herbology huh?" He said, pulling himself back upright and giving a slight chuckle. "Well, at least you don't have History of Magic, Professor Binns put's everyone to sleep, literally" He smiled and glanced over at Stan. "What about you Mr. Perfect grades?" Jayden smirked.
He rolled his eyes slightly at Jayden's remark and smiled slightly at his friend. "Potions" He said and gave a sigh under his breath. "Even though I like the subject, Slughorn takes to long for my liking, and everyone else's really" Stan said in a dull tone. "And you?"
Jayden shrugged. "Haven't looked yet" He said and glanced down at the paper he was holding and frowned. "Same as you, Slughorn's class first" He said, giving a grunt. "To be honest, no matter what everyone says, id rather have the old professor than this clown" He said, sitting down next to Shannon.
"You mean Professor Snape?" Stan asked, taking a seat across from them at his own table. "I don't know Jayden, you've heard what he did, right?" He said questionably, his voice dropping down as he leaned a bit closer to his friends.
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, murdered Dumbledore or something like that" He muttered. "But I still bet he would of been a ton better than old Sluggy" Jayden said, giving a quiet laugh to himself.
Stan gave a shrug. "I'm not so sure I would enjoy having a Death Eater as a professor" He lowered his voice a bit more, wondering if perhaps anyone was listening to them, although he knew that everyone else was most likely wrapped up in their own conversations. "No matter what some people say about him"
Jayden rolled his eyes, he couldn't agree more with him on that part. "Yeah, I know, it's crazy. Him, a spy? And even though I don't support either of them by a long shot, who in their right mind would spy on-" He glanced around before finishing. "-Voldemort" He said in a hushed voice so only they could hear him say his name. Even though he had been gone for over ten years, people were still frightened about him. The mere mention of his name was enough to scare some people.
Stan nodded in agreement, the very though of it was absurd to him. Voldemort had been the most powerful dark wizard, perhaps even the most powerful wizard in recent history. Of course, he had been defeated, but the cost had been very high, many losing their lives in the fighting. He glanced over at Shannon, who had visibly gone paler, even though her skin seemed to be fairly pale anyways. "Shannon?" He asked, his worried expression returning to him.
Shannon had been staying quiet the whole time. They were talking about him, her father. They dident like him, thought he was nothing but evil, what if they were to find out? No, they won't find out, they can't find out. . . She thought, but snapped from her thoughts and was once again met by her friends concerned face. "Yeah?" She replied, knowing that her silence had most likely caught her friend's attention.
Jayden put his hand on her right shoulder and looked at her, a similar expression on his face as his gaze swept over her a few times. She dident look so good, not at all. "Are you feeling alright?" He asked. "I mean, you've been awfully quiet, and you don't look to good" He said, hoping she wasent feeling sick or anything. He had been sick the first day of his classes, and although he had taken a potion, he had felt horrible for hours, and his classes seemed to stretch on for ever.
She gave a swift nod after a few moments and took her watch out to check the time. "I had better get going" She said and got up before either of them could answer and walked away. Awhile later, after she was well into the hallways, Shannon felt a slight pain in her chest. She sighed and put her hand to her gut, but felt something in between her chest and hand. Her pocket watch. She decided to chance a look at the time, eight o'clock exactly. Why did I leave without eating anything?