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On New Year's Eve, there was a huge party in the Slytherin common room. But it was so huge, that I had to keep Mafalda away from it. Older kids had somehow gotten firewhiskey… enough said. So, I took her down to the library, where we met our lions. As I expected, Nigel was sitting at a table with a pile of books trying to get Dennis to finish (or start) his holiday homework, since classes started again in like 2 days.
"Come on mate, just look at all the work you have to do!" Nigel tried to convince him.
"Nigel has a point." I told Dennis, resting my arm on his head. Neither of the boys had noticed us there until then, and Nigel looked as though he had just had a heart attack.
"Come on Angie, it's just homework." Dennis said, pushing my arm off him.
"You'll get detention if you don't have it done." Nigel reminded him.
"And you won't get to watch Harry in the next task of the tournament." Mafalda added. Dennis rolled his eyes.
"Fine. What essay is it?" He asked Nigel, who laughed a bit.
"That's funny. You said ESSAY, as in ONE. Let's see, there's the 1 ½ foot one for Snape on uses of wormwood, the 11 inch one for Sprout on devil's snare, the 1 foot one on wrist movements for Flitwick, and the one describing each unforgivable curse for Moody." He said, counting on his fingers. "Not to mention the fact that you need to map out the stars around Jupiter this time of year for astronomy, AND read chapter 26 of 'history of magic' for the class of the same name." Dennis' face turned white.
"Who could actually finish all that in two weeks?" He asked. Nigel and I raised our hands.
"All I need to do is read the dumb book." Mafalda said. "Other than that, I'm good." Dennis dropped his head on the table.
"Well, I'm dead." He said. I looked at him in pity.
"No you aren't." I told him, picking up one of the books from Nigel's pile. "You just need to get started. After that it's easy."
"No Angie, I'm pretty sure he's dead." Mafalda stated. I punched her in the arm.
"If I hadn't helped you, you'd be right where he is right now." I reminded her.
"Fair point." She said, sitting down at the table. I sat down next to Dennis, and passed him the book.
"Chapter 5 lists all the uses of wormwood. Just write big, and you'll only need to copy the list." I told him. "| Mafalda, since you need to read it anyway, YOU read chapter 26 of 'History of magic'. And Nigel, since you're the smartest, can you draw the star map from memory?" I asked.
"| think so." Nigel replied, nodding.
"Then do that." I told him. "Then I can help you with your other essays." I explained to Dennis.
"Well, you win the contest for most organized." Mafalda said, rolling her eyes and flipping through the book. I rolled my eyes back at her, then sat down next to Nigel and picked up a long roll of parchment. I used my wand to cut 4 pieces off of it, each the required length of one essay. Then we all got started.
After a few hours, right before the 10:00 curfew, Dennis finished his essay for Moody, the last one. Then we literally had to run to get back to our common rooms before curfew. I mean, yeah, we made it, but it was close.
The common room was full of drunk teenagers, so we went up to our dorm. Partly because we were tired, and partly because I had to keep Mafalda from ending up like that too.
Sidenote from Mafalda: I wouldn't have gotten drunk Ange! Stop lying to these people about me, or I'll tell them about that time in 7th year!"
God Mal, no!
SfM: It was the year 2000,
That's it, you're out of the editing team for this book.
SfM: Sure I am.
Just let me tell the story! Ok, so we went to our dorm and just stayed up eating sweets until midnight. Then we went to bed.
A few hours later, I randomly woke up and realized that I had dropped my locket downstairs as we tried to escape the older kids. So, I reluctantly got up, and walked down the cold stone stairs.
When I got down to the common room, I saw the locket sitting on a side table. I picked it up, and turned to go back upstairs. "Don't go losing that again." Said a familiar voice. I turned back around, and Draco was there, sitting on a chair, reading his potions book.
"What are you doing down here this late?" I asked him.
"I might ask you the same question." He replied.
"I had to get my locket." I told him. "And you?"
"I have to read this chapter of this stupid book." He groaned. "How do teachers expect us to do all this work in 2 weeks?" That made me laugh.
"Funny, Dennis was saying about the same thing earlier." I laughed.
"Yeah, funny." He said, slightly annoyed as he went back to his book. I sighed, and sat down on the couch.
"Why don't you like my friends?" I asked him. He didn't look up from his book.
"I think I've already expressed that in various ways." He said warily.
"|No, you've expressed it in one, and not a convincing one either." I replied. He sighed, not annoyed, but more like he was tired of explaining things to people.
"Do you realize what father will do when he finds out your friends consist of a mudblood, a blood traitor, and a squib's daughter?" He asked, looking me in the eye. I shook my head. I hadn't thought of that. Mostly because I didn't care.
"Do YOU know what he'll do?" I asked him, annoyed.
"He'll get rid of you." He said. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, like mother will let him." I said, clearly not believing him.
"Some things even mother can't control." Draco explained. I said nothing. "Ange, I want you to stay away from them because it's not safe. If father does manage to somehow disown you, you have nowhere to go."
"Mafalda will let me live with her. Her parents wouldn't mind." I said.
"You wouldn't be safe there for long." He said.
"And why not?" I asked him. He put down hs book and sat next to me on the couch.
"Angie, you know as well as I do what's happening at the end of the year. Father's told you all the stories. You know what happens to traitors of the dark lord. I just don't want that to happen to you." He said.
"NOTHING is happening at the end of the year, no matter what father and his psycho friends are planning!" I exclaimed. "Nothing happened last time they tried!" Draco sighed again.
"Don't you 'Ange' me!" I said, standing up. "He's never coming back, no matter what those people try!"
"I'm done arguing about this Angie." He said getting up. He walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "But you know I'm right. I just want what's best for my baby sister."
"What you say is best for me isn't though." I said defiantly. He sighed again, and ruffled my hair.
"Go get some sleep Angie." He told me. Then he went up to his dorm. I couldn't stop thinking about what he said. The dark lord wouldn't return. No matter what father kept saying. He was delusional. I made up my mind to not mention this to anyone. And though I regret that decision to this day, it was a smart one for an 11 year old to make. I would have been way over my head. I forgot the incident altogether and went up to bed. At least my brother didn't hate me. That's all that mattered.
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Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
-Anwyn:)
