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Everything went perfectly until I found out that there were separate dorms. I nearly cried when Edward and I separated to our dorms. Hermione, the bushy haired girl from the train ride, patted my shoulder gently.
"It's alright. You'll get used to it here. Besides, the girls' dorms are beautiful, really." She linked her arm in mine and led me up the stairs. I tried to smile as encouragingly as I could, but I think I only succeeded in a grimace.
She hadn't lied: the dorms were gorgeous. The walls were a deep red colour, which matched the draperies on the large four poster beds. I wondered if the boys' were this extravagant. All of my things were already folded neatly in my trunk next to the bed which was to be mine. I sighed softly, missing Charlie already. I thought he might have had pizza for dinner, just as a reminder that I wasn't there. It made me sad to think that.
It wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be to get to sleep, though I dreamt about Edward so often it seemed like he was right there, and when I woke in the morning I felt completely refreshed and rejuvenated.
"You look better." Hermione pointed out when I was brushing out my hair. It had grown considerably since I last cut it, and I found it a bit more difficult to yank my brush through in the morning. I smiled at her, a real smile this time.
"I feel better." My reply was short, but cheery, and I found that I grinned despite myself. I changed quickly into my robes and skipped (carefully) down the stairs. Edward was waiting for me at the bottom, and my favorite smile flashed into place when he saw me.
"Ah, hello, my dear." He said, and pulled me into his arms. "I missed you last night." He added in a whisper. I grinned like a mad woman.
"I missed you, too. A lot." I said with a wide smile. He kissed me, sending my heart racing and slamming almost painfully against my chest.
8
Our first class was Potions with Professor Severus Snape. I thought I might like Potions because I figured it would be a lot like cooking. Turns out, I was right. About one thing, at least. It was a lot like cooking, but I wasn't particularly fond of the class itself. Mainly because of the teacher.
Edward and I walked down to the dungeons, accompanied by Harry, Ron and Hermione. They each warned us in turn that Snape could be a nasty troll. I nodded. I had had teachers like that before. When we entered the room, the man whom I presumed was our instructor was standing casually at the front of the class. He was tall and lanky with greasy black hair that hung loose around his narrow face. His nose was also abnormally large. I found myself staring at it until Edward nudged me. We walked to the front of the class with the trio. I wondered why they sat at the very front if they loathed the man so much.
As I was walking around the table to get to my seat, my shoe tangled in the hem of my robes, and I fell flat on my rear end at Professor Snape's feet. My ankle twisted in a rather odd way, and I heard something snap. Oh no…Not again were my only thoughts until I felt the pain. I held my breath and bit my tongue to keep the angry words from spilling out. My eyes filled with tears, and I couldn't stop myself from look up at Snape. He was staring at me, one eyebrow raised. I looked toward Edward who was also staring at me, though he looked worried.
"Decided to make an entrance, have you?" Snape's voice came from next to me, and it was surprisingly beautiful. Not as beautiful as Edward's, but also not one you would expect from someone like him. Edward came to my side immediately and bent to help me up.
"No. Leave her lie." Snape instructed. "She wanted an entrance, and she'll get one." I looked up at him, my mouth agape.
"But, sir." I squeaked through the pain reverberating through my entire leg. "I didn't–I wasn't–Owe…" The pain was starting to make me sick, and I closed my eyes, trying to block out the nausea.
"Professor Snape, she needs to be taken to the hospital wing." Hermione said. Her voice was slightly higher than usual, and she sounded worried.
"Silence. Very well. Potter! Kindly escort Ms. Swan to the hospital wing. I'm sure the celebrities could use some bonding time." I felt Edward shake his head.
"No, sir. I will take her."
"Excuse me. I don't believe I was talking to you, Mr. Cullen." I put my hand against Edward's face gently to reassure him.
"Never mind. Harry can take me, I'm alright." I added when he looked at me incredulously. "I'm alright. Never you mind." He helped me to my feet and handed me off to Harry, who linked an arm around my waist and hoisted mine around his neck to keep the weight off of my ankle.
YAY!! I finally updated! I'm trying, guys, honestly, I am. So, how's that for a grand entrance into Master Snape's lair? MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I hope you guys enjoyed this one, and as always R&R!!!