My hands been fricked up, still is but the doctor said I can use it to type. T-T so here's an update. Thanks for the ideas though guys, I'll totally use them!
Personal thanks to anthony111 for sticking with the story and giving me some pretty wicked ideas.
Alfred's Pov
"Typical." Harry muttered darkly, glaring at the poster which had been set up last night. It stated that broom flying lessons would start soon, and listed what house we would be sharing the lesson with, which happened to be slytherin.
I personally don't mind them, it's like people are trying to make a whole house seem evil when most of them are literally a bunch of eleven year olds. It's actually pretty silly, but I digress. Harry seems to hate Malfoy most of all. In fact I had no idea eleven year olds had so much hatred in them.
Arthur kicked my shin directing my attention back to the chess game that we decided to play, well we were playing last night but I fell asleep. Which by the way Arthur has refused to drop that fact.
I gave him a solid glare before looking at the board only half paying attention to Harry's conversation. "Rook to A4." The piece jumped along only stopping to slice down one of Arthur's pieces. He groaned and waved me off staring at the board with a grumpy expression.
"Give me a second..." He muttered looking over the board. I shrugged and turned back to Harry who was not surprisingly still ranting over Malfoy and the other slytherins.
It's almost funny to see the two walk down the hallway and glare at each other. Malfoy was certainly a jerk, he was always teasing and bragging. Drawing on and on about how amazing he was. But I mean he's eleven, most of these kids act like this because that's what they were taught. I believe it's kind of unfair to start hating someone before they're 25, which is around the time most people's frontal cortex is developed. So if Malfoy is still a butthole when he's an adult then I will find it completely fair to knock his lights out.
"Just what I always wanted, to make a fool of myself on a broom in front of Malfoy. How fantastic is this." Harry groaned, rubbing his forehead. Matthew gave him a soft pat on the back before turning back to his book, which was the interesting, thrilling... a Hogwarts History. I nearly gagged at how boring it was while I was reading it.
Harry sighed dramatically and gave me a pitiful look. Arthur rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, probably to small something mean and sarcastic. I elbowed him and laughed loudly covering his groans of pain.
"Chill out dude. It's not like Malfoy is some old guy trying to rule the world. He's just a bratty eleven year old, chances are he'll grow out of it." I joked, looking back to the board.
Ron yawned, stretching his arms up before saying, "You don't know that. You might be the best flyer out there. I know Malfoy's always talking about flying and stuff but I bet that it's just that, all talk." He patted Harry's back roughly before trying to peek at Matthew's work, probably hoping to get a few more notes in.
Matthew simply glared and shifted his stuff to better hide it from Ron's view. Arthur who had already made his move snorted at Ron's clearly desperate attempt before pointing to the board.
I was about to make a move when Hermione walked over to us and insisted we get head down to the great hall. Everyone groaned but quickly filed out after her.
It only took a moment for us to find seats and settle down. I was sitting between Hermione and Arthur. Which I would have been fine with if it wasn't for the fact Hermione simply wouldn't shut up about tips on broom riding that she had read about.
Hermione is a fantastic girl, she's extremely smart and seems like the person that you'd want on your team. I'm really the only one who talks with her though, she seems to annoy the others for some reason... actually it's most likely because she talks a lot. I'd say more than me but I'm pretty sure that's impossible.
"Anyway, apparently brooms can feel fear. Almost like they're alive, but maybe they are? I mean it says here that each broom has a personality almost- oh here's the mail." Hermione stopped her rant when hundreds of owls swooped in the room.
Harry looked away and yet again I felt bad for the guy. He hasn't got any family... that's worth mentioning anyway. I sighed and stared away from the owls to Arthur who was poking Matthew's arm and looking away so Matthew wouldn't know it was him.
I looked at my cereal and yes, out of all the amazing food here I wanted a bowl of rice crispies. Everyone else was having toast for some reason. How could they ignore the blessed cereal of rice krispies. I hummed taking a bite of my food before turning to Neville who was holding a weird glass marble thingy.
The thing kinda looked like it had smoke in it, nevermind I think it does. Neville seemed excited about it, showing it around happily.
"It's a Remembrall!" He explained, "Gran knows I forget things alot, and this thing tells you when you've forgotten something. Look you hold it like this and if it turns red- oh..." He looked down in shame his ears turning red as the ball suddenly switched to a scarlet color.
Neville looked down trying to remember, while Arthur ducked away from Matthew who had apparently realized he was the one poking him. I grinned and turned to them when Malfoy suddenly who had snuck up behind us, snatched Neville's marble thingy.
Harry and Ron jumped to their feet, I went to stand but Arthur's hand shot out and yanked me down.
I glared at him, "What was that for-" He pointed to Mcgonagall who had appeared in a flash. Arthur gave me a cocky look.
"I think you'd rather stay out of trouble. Minerva can spot trouble quicker than anyone else in this school. If you want to pick a fight do it after hours." He dropped my hand and turned back to try and attempt his odd poking Matthew game. Which Matthew clearly seemed tired of.
I rolled my eyes and watched Malfoy slink away with his overly large body guards. It's so boring here, I was kinda hoping that something would happen... not that I want to hit anyone! I guess I have those flying lessons to look forward too. Speaking of which.
"Hey Mattie, do you even like flying? Didn't you fall that one time and land in the-" I started but Matthew jumped forward and slammed his hand over my mouth.
His face was bright red but I wasn't sure if it was an angry red or a flustered one. Probably both if I'm being honest.
"Shut up... Allie." He teased glaring at me. I licked his hand and grin as he pulled away in disgust, muttering ew.
"Don't call me that." I said, kicking what I thought was his leg but actually turned out to be Arthur's leg, so he started glaring at me.
"What was that for... Allie." He hissed with a wicked grin. I gawked at him and nearly smacked Harry who snorted at this whole situation like it was funny. This is clearly an attack on my honor therefore any humor is lost.
I went to say something but was stopped at Ron's sudden exclamation that we were late for class. We all stood up and walked towards charms. I bet those two think this is over but it's not. I just gotta find something to torment them on. Maybe I'll call Mattie, Maddie... no it sounds to similar. Dang it!
Omigosh shortest chapter in the history of short chapters. But I really wanted to get this out to prove I AM ALIVE! The next chapter will be another longer one. T-T super sorry guys!
