A/N: I was going to do a chapter for each student but honestly it was so much effort. Pure laziness on my behalf but also a creative block that tampered with the muse.
The Same Day: Blaise & Pansy
When Pansy came down to breakfast she had a worried look on her face. It was the furrowed brow that almost alarmed her best friend.
"Pansy what's wrong?" Astoria whispered as the dark haired girl sat next to her, grabbing at the jam saying nothing.
"It's nothing but I woke up under my bed…" Pansy watched Astoria's surprised reaction and shook her head. "Ignore it, I must've slept walk, the storm last night really freaked me out." Pansy looked down at her toast, feeling her appetite melt away. Astoria smiled softly and shook her anxious friend.
"I know storms freak you out Pans but don't worry about it for now, you need your concentration for Ancient Runes first up and you know what Babbles is like first thing in the morning!" Pansy quirked a smile at the thought of the eccentric teacher. Not quite as insane as Trelawney but all the same Babbling was devoted to her subject and well Runes had clearly messed up Babbles head a little.
"You're right." Pansy said resting her elbows on the table as the Great Hall started to empty out. It was as the last few Slytherins left that she slid straight through the table. "What the?!" Pansy looked at her own arms scared as she scuttled away from the table.
"Pans, what happened?" Astoria's eyes were wide open and she looked from the table to Pansy's own terrified face and back again.
"I have no idea." Pansy gulped and stood upright, hugging herself as Astoria stood from the bench shakily.
"Did you just …." Astoria babbled.
"Go through it? Yes." Pansy swallowed.
"Do you suppose that's what …?"
"Happened this morning and why I was underneath my bed? I don't know!" Pansy looked terrified and suddenly didn't want to be anywhere near anything solid. Standing awkwardly between the wall and the empty Slytherin table the two girls were called back to their senses by a disgruntled Snape.
"I don't like seeing that the last two students in here are mine. Move." The Professor's black eyes sparkled in anger and all but pushed the two of them out, suspicious that the two girls were silent for once. Not even a retort came from a rather white Parkinson's lips.
But Snape thought nothing more of it as he realised he had first year potions and grimaced, sweeping out of the corridor in a whirl of black.
"You know something?" Pansy sensed that Astoria was trying to distract her and decided to play along. "Snape's still a miserable bat even after everything that's happened." Pansy laughed and the pair wound their way towards Ancient Runes and Babbling's cave like classroom with its torch lit walls. Walls that were scarred by olden symbols that they were meant to decipher and its stone benches that gave you backache for at least three days if you were unlucky enough to have double Runes.
_Arithmancy_
Arithmancy was hardly Blaise's favourite subject but he actually wanted good NEWTS and was dreading strict Vector's chilling put down; he swore that Vector had taken over Snape's position of most sarcastic teacher.
He was just thankful that the grouchy witch hated creaking doors and made sure hers were oiled as he soundlessly slipped into the backdoor of the classroom and took the empty table at the back. Flicking his eyes around the classroom to see if anyone noticed his entrance but thankfully it looked like no-one had bothered. He spotted Edgecombe sat at the front next to Ernie Macmillan, Granger was on her own desk, 101 textbooks spread over the desk, quill frantically scribbling and Draco was sat on the desk in front of Blaise.
Smirking Blaise poked Draco in the ribs and when the irritated blonde turned around to see who could possibly be poking him he didn't appear to see Blaise. Blaise watched as Draco's brow wrinkled before turning back round. That was strange, Draco normally smirked before shooting him the finger, instead the blonde had turned around uneasily.
Blaise tried again. Same thing happened, except Draco looked really bemused now. Blaise looked down at himself, two hands, one body, two legs… What?!
He tried for a third time and this time Draco gave him a glare.
"Blaise what the fuck?!" He hissed.
"What the fuck do you mean?!" Blaise hissed back, only for Vector to hear.
"LANGUAGE! Ten points from Slytherin and the pair of you wait outside. It's disgusting sending seventh years out!" She clucked and turned back to the board.
The pair collected their things and trooped outside, still silently arguing and shooting glares at one another until the door shut. Neither of them were going to wait for Vector to reprimand them later on and they walked away still arguing.
"Some disillusioning charm I suppose?! Did you think it was funny?!" Draco snarled as they dumped their bags on a stone bench.
"What are you on about Draco?! I know I was five minutes late to class but that was Looney's fault. I've been there for most of the time!"
"I swear to Salazaar Blaise you were not there when 'you' poked me the first two times."
"I swear I was sat there, you could see my books were on the desk!" Blaise sat down and the pair now eying each other warily.
"What other explanation is there then?!" Draco raised an eyebrow while Blaise sat there rubbing the short strands of his dark hair.
"Could it have been Looney?" Blaise relayed his meeting with the mad Ravenclaw and watched his best friend's features change from angry to thoughtful as he agreed with Blaise. "So I need to question her?!" Blaise refused to admit he was a little worried about seeing Lovegood again – that whole mind reading thing was bothering him still, he was a legilimens, a pretty good one as well!
"You've got to see if that crazy little thing did something to you! On a side note have you ever attempted to read the Quibbler?" Blaise shook his head at Draco's scorning question. "It's fucking insane I mean, crazy train definitely stopped at the Lovegood house."
Blaise snickered and Draco laughed as well, their squabble behind them as quickly as best friends usually do and they spent the next hour stretched out on the benches bewitching various things, like small pebbles to pelt the first years that were lost or late. They were Slytherins after all.