**A/N Sorry the last chapter was short! So was this one... Some bigger chapters are coming soon!
When I wake up, no one is in my dormitory. Crud, I think, Magical Creatures started early today.
Glad I slept in my robes, I quickly braided my hair and hurried down into the common room. No one there except a snoring third year, Jamie Lupin (Another cousin, yes). I tread softly on the carpet, but he still wakes up. "Holy Holsteins and Calves!" he exclaims. "Sorry."
I passed through the door with the eagle knocker and slam it shut. As I run down the hall, I swear I heard the eagle yell something nasty.
Then… "CRAP!" I yelled. "I forgot my wand and bag and books and class is almost over alread-"
Suddenly, a feeling of cold, icy liquid fell over me. My sight was cloudy and I could barely make out a cold face staring down at me. Oh, perfect,I thought. Just perfect.I'd run straight into (literally INTO) the Gray Lady. Great.
I tried to disentangle myself. But that turned out to be impossible. "Here." she sniffed, her voice murky. And with such ease that I wanted to barf, she floated away from me.
"So-sor-sorry." I stammered."Who might I have had the pleasure of running into?" she added sarcastically. "I'm sorry, alright?!" I say. "I didn't mean t-…" Seeing the look on her face, I slowly back away towards the wall.
Except the wall is not the wall. It's one of those walls pretending to be a real wall when it's really an entrance to a corridor. Crap! I thought.Where in the name of Merlin's beard am I?
I heard something moan, and felt a cold cloth brush my head. "H-hello?" I stammered. It was a ghost. Only this wasn't a Hogwarts house ghost like The Gray Lady, The Bloody Baron, The Fat Friar, or Nearly Headless Nick. This was a really, truly, for real ghost...not that the others aren't real, it's just...you know what I mean!
I took a closer look and realized that this ghost was covered in silvery ghost blood...literally covered. And like I said, it WASN'T the Bloody Baron. I wanted to scream, but I can't. I just muttered to myself and run through the wall again.
When I get to Care Of Magical Creatures, all my friends are partnered up except Grace. I tapped Grace on the back and she stares. "Where were you this morning?" she asks. "Where was I?!" I almost yell. "Where was I?! Where were you four?!". "Kacie...I'm really sorry. We woke up and your curtains were pulled...we assumed you had already left. We really are sorry." I'm pretty darn sure she meant it, so I smiled. "I'm sorry too." I say. "Girls! Pay attention please!" says the Care of Magical Creatures instructor, Professor Ruby, says. As Professor Ruby drones on about our flobberworms, I mutter to Grace, "I have something to tell you guys after class." "Ivy smells like a pile of hippogriff dung?" she whisper-asked back. "Excuse me?" said Ivy. I shoke my head in laughter. Professor Ruby glares.
After class, we all head back to the common room. "Poor people have it, rich people need it, and if you eat it...you die! What is it?" the knocker all think for a long time. "A mushroom!" Annabell answered. A third year Ravenclaw (who I'm positive wasn't there before!) said, "OMG! How did you four even get in Ravenclaw!? The answer, Knocker, would be basilisk fang, NOT mushroom." "WRONG!". Aurora and Grace sighed. "NOTHING!" they yell. "The answer is nothing!". The door swings open. Ivy laughs. "How did we not know that?". "I honestly don't know" Grace and I replied, laughing.
The third year sighed. "God, you four!". I grunted. "Who are you anyway?" She tossed her long blond hair and says "Annika MacMillan."
"Weeeeellllll, good-bye." Grace enunciated slowly.
"Whateves!" Annika flipped her blond hair again and walked away.
Almost as soon as she's gone, another girl walks up, this one with black skin and intense green eyes. "Marisol Johnson." She extends her hand. I squealed. "Like ANGELINA JOHNSON?!" She smiles. "Yep. I'm her great-niece. Anyhow, that group is the reigning posses of th-"
"You know dat's right." A, er, highly developed girl said behind me. Aurora jumped. "MERLIN'S BEARD!" Ivy shouted in my ear. "Taylor Booth. And you'll shut your mouth. Right. NOW." She snapped her gum. "Where's Krista and Charlotte?" "No, no idea." Grace said. "Talk about stuck up," muttered Ivy. "I HEARD THAT!" screamed Taylor.
"Yeah, so did I," Annika adds, popping out of nowhere. "OMG! Where in the name of -what was his name again? Oh! Melrin.-Melrin'spuffy little face where you!" said yet ANOTHER girl with even ANOTHER girl at her sides. "Oh my GOD, Charlotte, Arianna! TTYL. Sorry, we're dealing with this large vat of brats." said Taylor. This girl (Charlotte) was obscenely fat and had such a long face, I almost said "Nice mask!"...but for the sake of my life…
"No prob." Charlotte replied, whipping out lipstick and a mirror. "Continue."
Taylor turned back to us. "Uhh, hi?" Ivy tried. "AAS." Marisol said. "Huh?" we all said. "Alive and smiling" explained Marisol. "Ohhhh." we all said in unision.
"No time for jokes." Annika smacked her lips. "You're gon-" "Hey, Charlotte, Taylor, Annika, Krista, Arianna!" A male voice called out. They turned. "Oh, hiiii, Liam!" Taylor yelled. Ivy looked at us with mock seriousness and then we burst out laughing. "Hey, sweeties!" Liam called back. He walked with an annoying swagger. "Gag me." I heard Aurora whisper to Ivy. "Where's Kris?" "Somewhere...But does it matter?" Annika wooed. "Not at all, good girl!" "Liam?" Ivy whispered. "How'd he get in?" "Girls." I responded.
This was not the first time Liam had walked up and sweet talked girls. Only the last time, the girls ended up giving him the answer to the common room for the next week. Eventually, he stole something from a sixth year girl's duffel bag and got kicked out of Hogwarts by the headmaster...for a week. He was adored by almost all the girls and the boys praised him constantly, helping create the first (and last) time Ravenclaws and Slytherins would get together.
We were stuck behind the girls. No way out without them noticing us. Marisol had popped her headphones in and was swinging back and forth, ignoring the girls, Liam and us five.
Abruptly, Marisol swung her way around the girls, who stopped wooing Liam long enough to demand an explanation. Marisol didn't stop, just replied. "Quidditch practice. I'm Beater."
Liam smiled gently. "Sure, go on." Marisol yelled. "Like I asked your permission." Liam laughed. He faced Annika and the others again. They stared at him stony faced. "What?" he whimpered.
