You rushed out of the great hall quickly after Oliver, completely oblivious to the numerous people watching you skeptically.
'Oliver!' You called out his name and turned around looking for him. 'I know i saw him go this way..' you muttered to yourself, going left.
You didn't see him anymore. Rather than wondering where he'd disappeared off to, you shrugged and decided to just go back to the common room. You skipped down the corridors while humming quietly to yourself. Your long soft white locks were bouncing around with ever skip. Without realizing it, you began to skip higher just to see how high you could get your hair to jump.
A girl with light brown hair with curls in it from Gryffindor, Hermione Granger you thought you'd heard people call her, turned a corner.
This made you realize how out of control your mere skipping was getting. You couldn't help but laugh a little bit at yourself and blush at how silly you were.
Hermione walked past you smiling but was also eyeing you strangely. Not that you blamed her. You'd look at someone as if they were mad if you saw them skipping alone like you had been, too.
When you got to the enterance of the common room, harsh reality hit you like a brick to the face. You huffed in frustration.
'I'm stupid.' you shook your head in disbelief at how dumb you felt. 'I can't believe I didn't ask someone what the password was.'
You leaned against the wall and slid down it till your ass hit the floor. You pulled your knees up to your chest and crossed your arms on them and rested your chin on top.
'Ugh. Well. Do I wait for somebody to arrive...or do I go ask someone?' You sat there for a second, then pushed yourself up off the dirty floor. You wiped your hands on your clothes and headed to the Potions professor.
You'd been told my Mcgonagall that the Potions professor was the head of the Slytherin house. 'I'll just ask him. Or her.'
You were walking around the corridors, confused as to where to go, when you spotted two red headed boys in Gryffindor robes.
You hurried up to them and smiled sweetly. 'Hello, I'm Laci, I know you're probably busy but can you help me?' You put your hands together as if to beg.
They exchanged glances at one another, not sure whether or not to trust you. Afterall, you were Slytherin.
You pushed out your plump pink bottom lip in an attempt to look helpless.
They shrugged in unison. 'Alright.'
You lit up. 'Thank you! Can you help me find the Potions room? I need to ask the professor a question.'
The boys started walking briskly. You followed right next to them.
'Sure. But let us explain something so there's no confusion' The first one began.
'Uhh. Alright. What is it?' You asked, a little worried now.
'We don't like Slytherin.' The second boy finished.
'Oh?' You cocked your head. 'Why?'
The boys looked at each other and back at you. 'Don't trust 'em.' They said together.
You huffed. 'Great. This whole place is divided! Not like my old school. We were closer than this. It's so frustrating. I just want to get along with people and there's a guide book as to who i can associate with and it's just so-' the boy on the left muttered a spell that made you feel your voice leave your throat quickly. You couldn't speak.
Your eyes grew wide as you tried to yell at them. They smiled mischieviously at one another.
You stood in place and crossed your arms in frustration. You glared at the two of them.
A strand of hair fell in the middle of your face as you huffed at them.
The boys chortled together like twelve year olds pulling their first prank.
'Sorry sorry. But you didn't let us finish!' The first boy started. 'My name is George, and this is my brother-'
'Fred.' He grinned a huge grin at you.
You mock grinned back at them and pointed to your throat to singnal them to return your ability to speak.
Fred shook his head. 'Not yet. You didn't let us finish.'
You rolled your eyes and motioned with your hands, as if to say 'oh, PLEASE, continue.'
The three of you continued walking, but slower now.
'We don't trust Slytherin.' Fred said. 'However,' George continued. 'We see no problem trusting you.' the two said together.
You looked skeptically at them, causing George to smile even bigger. 'Should we explain why, Fred?' He looked at his identical brother, your gaze followed.
Fred looked at you. 'What do you think. Should we tell you?' You nodded frantically, just wanting to be able to speak again. It made you uncomfortable that you couldn't make a sound.
'I don't know George...' Fred began.
'Well, if you're not sure, Fred, then maybe we shouldn't.' George said, rubbing his chin.
You rolled your eyes and jumped in front of their path, making them stop walking. You glared at both of them, causing them to smile together. 'Alright.' They agreed. 'We'll tell you.'
'It's no big secret,' Fred explained. 'It's really just that you weren't originally Slytherin.' George said the last part with him.
The speaking together bit was getting a tad on your nerves.
'Originally you were Ravenclaw. Therefore, we trust you, and have no problem helping you.' Fred flicked his wand, giving your the ability to speak again.
You sighed in relief. 'Thank you. God, that was terrible.'
George smiled at you like mad.
The three of you kept walking. 'So uh. Guys? Where was the point in dragging all that out? Was there a point?' You asked, slightly annoyed.
They thought for a second. 'Nope.' They answered as one.
'Oh wait. Right. We were going to tell you that we didn't want you to think that because we like you-' George started, '-that we'd want to be around your Slytherin friends too.' Fred finished.
'What makes you so sure we'll become friends and that i'll even want you two around when i'm with my Slytherin friends?' you asked, arms crossed.
'Well bother you either way now, whether you want us to or not.' Fred shrugged. 'It's just how these things go.'
'And here we are. Potions. Have fun. Snape is a menace.' George warned.
'I think i've heard that name before...' you muttered to yourself.
The boys turned around to walk off, then turned back around. 'By the way-' Fred called out.
'What now?' you whined in a very petulant way, just wanting to get to the common room.
'Your glare is adorable.' George smiled widely at you.
You rolled your eyes and waved them away. 'Thanks guys.' You walked into the room to see a man in a black cloak with black shoulder length hair standing in the front of the room facing away from the door.
You were instantly intimidated. You walked slowly and quietly further into the room trying not to disturb him.
'What.' he began, as he turned around and slammed a book shut in one hand. 'Do you want.'
'Uhh.' You tucked your stray hair behind your ear and continued. 'I'm new here and i don't know the password to the Slytherin common room. I was told you're the head of the house so I-'
He looked annoyed. 'So you figured just because you're foolish enough to make mistakes already that you can just come bother me instead of asking someone else?' he leered down at you.
You were a little irritated by his statement but figured it wasn't smart to make him angrier. 'Well professor, I was just coming to you because I didn't know where to find anybody else to help me.'
He glared at you.
You huffed. 'Fine then. I'll go elsewhere.' You unintentially rolled your eyes and turned to leave.
'Detention.' He called firmly to you.
You turned around and looked at him with a puzzled look on your face.
'I said.' He walked over to you. 'Detention. Tomorrow at 8 sharp. Do not be late.' He said sternly while watching you.
'For what?' you asked loudly, entirely puzzled as to what you did wrong.
He glared at you. 'Disrespect, being foolish, and being out when you should've been in your common room.'
'You know why I couldn't be there though! I just told you!' You threw your arms up and huffed.
'Do you want to make it a week of detention? Come over here.' he cut his cold black eyes at you.
He sat down on a table next to you and analyzed your face. 'Do I know you?' he asked, looking you up and down.
'Doubtful, professor.' you replied, a little put off by what seemed to be him analyzing every inch of your body, rather than just your face. You stepped back a little.
'Lucian Sterling.' He stood up, peering down at you.
'My father? What about him?' You didn't know how he knew your father's name.
'He's a-friend-of mine.' The word 'friend', he seemed to choke on. You laughed a little to yourself at what a hardass Professor Snape was.
'Oh? I don't recall him mentioning you.' You said, honestly. Then again, you didn't really pay much attention to your parents friends. 'Oh wait. Now that you mention it, you've been to my home, haven't you? Yes, i do recall you coming for a party at some point.' Your memory began running, you remembered seeing him slinking around your house with your father and Lucious Malfoy.'
'Yes, yes. You are Laci Sterling. Of course.' He got a little closer to you. 'I've been to your home, yes. The Malfoys, your family and myself are closer than you think.' he spat the last part. 'Your father likes to show off your...dancing.'
You were suddenly uncomfortable. You rubbed your upper left arm with your right hand. 'Um, yeah.' You began backing up slowly. 'They paid good money for my brother and I to dance the way we do.'
'Mmm. And dancing is known to do... wonders... for the body.' he smirked. 'I suppose that holds true.'
'Uh. Yeah, I guess.' you bit your lip, just wanting to leave. 'Professor I should be going back now.' you turned to rush out.
'Come here. Didn't you want the password?' she leered at you.
You laughed nervously. 'No thank you, professor. I'll just get it from somebody else. Sorry to have disturbed you!' You bolted out of the room before he could say another thing.
You wandered back in the direction of the common room. 'Guess i'll be spending another damn night in the room of requirement..' you muttered to yourself, irritated that you hadn't gone with your friends after dinner.
'Laci!' you heard an adorable accent call out, followed by footsteps.
You turned to see Oliver Wood standing walking in your direction with a big grin. 'Hey there.'
You smiled back and started playing with your hair, moving it all so it hung down your left shoulder. You twiddled the ends. 'Oh hey Oliver. What can I help you with?'
'Oh,' he chuckled. 'nothing, I just wanted to say hi. I thought I heard you calling me earlier? I don't know if it was you or not actually.' he rubbed the back of his head nervously. 'If it wasn't you then nevermind. I just wanted to make sure that if it was, you didn't think I just ignored you, hah.' He was trying not to stare at you, but was having very obvious difficulties. You were gorgeous inside, and out. And he knew it.
He never was difficult around normal girls. Then again, he had a hard time thinking of you as just another normal girl.
'Uh..' you looked down at your feet then back into his big brown eyes. 'Yeah, that was me. When I looked for you, you were nowhere in sight. I didn't think you'd heard me.'
He perked up. 'I definitely did. I guess I just didn't turn around in time. Maybe I should've called back so you knew I was coming.' He chuckled.
'It's fine.' You smiled at him.
The two of you began walking around. It was dark, since it was night time and well past the time were allowed to be out. Oliver muttered a spell, turning his wand into a light.
'So tell me about yourself, Laci.' Oliver looked over at you.
'Well. Let me think.' You kept walking while trying to think of something. The problem was that you were sure he had an interesting life, and you weren't so sure you wanted him to know how plain and boring yours was. 'My name is Laci Skye Sterling; I have one brother, my twin, Mason; I loved my old school; my parents are very strict... What else... Oh, and I have a kitty named Sophia.' You smiled warmly at the sheer thought of her.
'Well, Laci Skye Sterling, let me just say I adore your name. It's a pretty name for a pretty girl.' He smiled at you, watching your eyes flicker with the reflection of the light from his wand.
'So tell me about your old school. What did you do there?' He asked, sounding genuinely interested.
'Well,' you began. 'Everyone was pretty friendly and got along well enough. Though i didn't do all that much there. I just studied and hung out. I was on the Quidditch team though.' You weren't sure if he would be interested in that.
'Get out of here, I play Quidditch too.' He suddenly got a burst of excitement. 'Were you any good?'
'Well i'm alright, I guess. I was a chaser.' You were being modest and you knew it. You did great on your old team.
'I'm a keeper!' He grew a huge smile on his face. 'We should practice sometime. I wanna see what you can do.'
You suddenly got nervous. You weren't sure if you were as good as he was. He seemed to know what he was talking about; however, you reluctantly agreed. 'Sure.' you smiled.
He opened his mouth to speak again, when you both heard a sound. Footsteps. Oliver whispered something, making his wand's light vanish.
You felt his warm breath on your ear. 'Come on.' he whispered, grabbing your hand.
The two of you bolted down the corridor as fast as you could without making too much noise.
Your hair was flying everywhere, a big cloud of milky white whisping close behind you. You turned your head to see if the steps had come closer, and you saw someone turn the corner with a light, obviously looking for where the sound of the steps were coming from.
You were suddenly jerked into a small barely noticable closet. The only way you'd known it was there was if you'd seen it there during the day and memorized its location. That or you went to the school walking down these corridors for years now, which made more sense since Oliver found it.
The door slammed, surprisingly without making a sound. Oliver was sniggering quietly while the both of you caught your breath. 'Well, that was fun.' You could tell he was smiling, even though it was completely dark.
The closet was small and cramped, but you weren't entirely sure, since it was dark, and you didn't want to feel around, in case you felt something you didn't want to.
You lifted up your hand to brush the hair out of your face, when it hit Oliver's toned chest. 'Oh, sorry.' you blushed, glad he couldn't tell in the dark. 'I didn't realize there was so little space.' You laughed to yourself.
'Oh it's fine. We'll leave when the coast is clear anyway.' Suddenly a mop that was next to Oliver's foot fell over behind him, causing him to jump closer to you, pinning you against the wall and against him.
You looked up and could see part of his face from a crack in the door and the bright wand in the person walking by's hand. You both held your breath. You bit your lip, you couldn't see Oliver anymore.
You felt something on your waist, Oliver's hand, just then you got the sudden urge out of nowhere to tilt your head up and go for it, and you did just that.
Oliver's warm lips pressed up against your own soft lips. You pulled your arms up and around his neck and deepened the kiss. Now both of Oliver's hands were on your hips, pushing you against the wall. He slowly pulled away and moved a piece of hair out of your face. You wondered how he knew it was even there, since it was dark. He grabbed your hand and opened the door.
The two of you stepped out, still holding hands.
'Well, I should get back to the common room.' You told him, a little disappointed that your time was cut short.
'Yeah.' he agreed, he felt the disappointment too. He kissed you on the top of the head. 'Well i'll see you around then.' He smiled at you.
You returned the smile. 'Definitely.' You turned around to walk away.
'Laci-' Oliver called.
You turned. 'Hmm?' You cocked your head, wondering what he needed.
'Would you be free to show me your Quidditch skills tomorrow?' He asked, hopeful.
You thought about it a second. 'Well, I have detention at 8 and classes earlier in the day-' You frowned.
'What about during dinner?' He smiled. 'It'll be fun.'
You tapped your chin, as if you had to think about it. 'Well, I supposeeee.' You drew out the last word.
'Great!' he said more excitedly than he'd planned for it to come out.
'Well i'll see you then.' You giggled and walked back to your commons.
When you turned the last corner you realized again that you didn't know the password. All of a sudden you heard someone clearing their throat behind you. You knew who it was. You turned around to see Draco Malfoy standing there, peering down at you.
You knew you couldn't be rude because he might not share the password with you. 'Oh. Hi Malfoy.' You keep walking.
He grabbed your shoulder and turned you back towards him. 'Why are you out past hours?'
You tried to shake his grip off of you but it didn't work. 'I didn't know the password so I've just been walking around.'
He sneered at you. You rolled your eyes.
'Wait, why are you out then?' You asked skeptically.
'I'm a prefect. I'm allowed to be out. That way I can find trouble makers like you.' He smirked.
His smirk annoyed you. 'Well great. I've already got detention for it so don't worry. Just tell me the password so I can go sleep.' You demanded.
'Say please.' He ordered.
You rolled your eyes and put your hands together to beg. 'Oh please, Malfoy, please tell me the password. I beg of you.' You crossed your arms.
He glared at you. 'No need to be a sarcastic brat. Maybe I won't tell you.'
You scoffed. 'Whatever Malfoy.' You started to storm away but he grabbed you and slammed you into the wall. You let out a groan of pain as your back hit the wrong way. Malfoy got close and in your face. 'I said to stop being a brat.' You rolled your eyes and he smacked you across the face hard enough to cause your eyes to well up with tears instantly. 'You're useless.' He spat at you. You stepped away from the wall and he slammed you back, twice as hard as the first time. When you hit the wall, you heard a crack and felt a sharp pain. You let out a yelp and slid to the ground. Tears streamed down your face. You needed to get to madam Pomfrey.
'Are you coming or not?' Malfoy called at you like you were a dog from the enterance of the common room.
If you didn't go now you wouldn't get in later so you stood up, holding the spot that hurt and walked over, tears still drenching your face, and your hair.
Draco said the password loud and clear. 'Did you get it that time? Or should i repeat myself? Again.' He glared at you and you didn't answer. 'Pathetic.' he sneered at you.
The two of you walked into the common room and you quickly dashed past the people on the couch and up the stairs. Mason was sitting on the couch. 'Whats with her?' he asked Draco.
'No idea.' he replied, poker faced.
Mason stood up, mildly worried, and decided to follow you. He walked over to the stairs. Pansy watched him intently the whole way.
He found you outside of your room. You were sitting on the floor, holding where you'd cracked a rib.
'Hey, is everything alright?' he asked, concerned.
You sniffled. 'Yeah. Everything's fine.' You smiled at him.
He leaned down. 'I know you're still adjusting to the school change, but it'll be alright. I'm here for you, and so are Draco and the others. Plus you've already made some friends.' he smiled warmly, entirely oblivious to the fact that you were in pain. He kissed you on the head and hugged you.
You supressed a groan of pain and hugged him back. He stood up and dashed back down where his friends were.
You leaned your head against the wall and let out a sigh. You pushed up off the ground and opened up the door. Luckily, everybody was sleeping already.
You really didn't feel like explaining why you'd been crying and where you'd been.
That was something you hated about yourself. You weren't entirely sure why, but if you'd been crying, it was obvious to anybody who saw you.
You trudged further into the room and picked up your pajamas. You still hurt a bit and were just mentally exhausted so you just threw them on the floor and got in bed.
Sophia popped her head out from under the bed and jumped up on top. She pushed the blanket up with her head and crawled underneath and fell asleep against your back. Her purring helped you to drift into sleep.