Hey! I'm back! Did you miss me? So, yeah. Here's the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Honestly, if I did, he would be American. And a girl. :)
I stood with Susie and Hannah, in the middle of the Common Room, looking around. We didn't know how to get out. And, apparently we had woken up pretty early. I hadn't really noticed. Until, of course, I noticed no one else was awake, and it was still slightly dark out. I would have been fine with this, of course, if we knew how to get out. Which we didn't. So we were left sitting in the cushy chairs, around one of the fires.
I wonder how Harry's doing. I smirked, before opening the thought canal, quietly of course. Harry still didn't know how to do that, but I had learned a long time ago. I traced the line that seemed Harry-ish to me, squashing, or opening the door to the part of his line.
HARRY! I screamed, as mentally loud as I could, emerging in the line to make it even louder. I could feel him shoot up in the bed. Good morning! I added cheerfully, before quickly exiting, and giggling. He wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. Hannah and Susie stared at me, amused, and confused.
"Sorry." I told them. "Funny thought." I wasn't ready for them to know. Not yet. Hannah rolled her eyes.
"So," Susie said slowly, "Any ideas on how to get out?" My eyes widened, and Susie burst out laughing.
"What?" I asked her, looking around bewilderedly. I didn't do anything.
"You look like you didn't even consider the idea." She smiled as I itched the back of my neck guilty. Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. More on the didn't side, though.
"Of course I did!" I told her dramatically obviously not precisely telling the truth.
"And how do you?" Hannah questioned my amazing intelligence. Hmph.
"Well… Ummm…. You stand here," I stood in the spot where I had entered. "And say the password. I think." I looked around for any doors, or a better possibility. This wasn't going to work. Oh well.
"Uhuh. So, are you going to exit?" Susie smirked at me, as I wrinkled my nose back at her.
"Fine." I turned my nose into the air. "Mimbus Montona." I felt myself being pulled through, that same moment of lack of air, before I was in the entrance. I stared at the wall. No way. No bloody way. My jaw hung wide open. This was not possible. I laughed, hysterically, while stepping away from the portal. Tears came to my eyes, as Susie appeared in front of me.
"There's no way you guessed that." She told me. "You must have heard it somewhere."
"Nuhuh. I'm just brilliant." I smirked as Hannah popped in.
"Are you psychic? Or do you have some sort of contact in the older years?" She asked, eyes wide. I smiled.
"Come on ladies, breakfast is waiting!" I called as I skipped away in a random direction. I wasn't really paying attention at all last night, but hey! Maybe my good luck would last! Left, right, left, left, straight, down two flights, left, down another flight… And wouldn't you know, right in front of the doors to the Great Hall.
Which, weren't open. And come to think of it, why was the sun just barely on the horizon?
"What time is it?" I asked my friends in a dangerous tone.
"Ummm." Hannah looked at Susie, who shrugged. "Early?" She said helplessly. I looked at her deeply.
"Okay!" I shrugged and sat down, mental reviewing the path we took to get here. So, really, it was a little way in front of the common room where the stairs, where you go down three flights, and take a left. Wow. That was a lot easier than the route we took.
Hannah gasped, causing me to shoot my head up. The doors to the Great Hall slowly creaked open. Inside, the tables were empty, and the sky above reflected the sunrise. Reds and purples streamed along the table, the receding dark sky fading into a clear dawn. I turned towards my House mates.
"I'm doing this tomorrow." They nodded. We walked in, and started eating, the food just a delicious as last night. Scrambled eggs, sausage, I had never eaten such a great breakfast. In seconds, I had scarfed it down. I looked at the still empty Hall, and the two girls sitting next to me.
"I've heard we get our schedules this morning." Susie contemplated. "So we can't really leave." I frowned think. A thought struck me.
"I can summon us books! I've wanted to try the spell over long distances, for the past month, and it's the perfect time!" I begged, looking at them. "Please?"
"Fine." Hannah sighed. Susie at least, seemed more energetic.
I took out my wand, and slashed it through the air. "Accio!"
Susan gasped behind me. I turned to look at her. "What?"
"Violet, unless you specify, you could get anything! Ohh, why did I have to let you do this!" Susie moaned.
Three books whirled down the stairs, and landed on the polished oak table in front of me. "I specified with my mind?" I shrugged, and started rereading my potions theory book for the fifth time.
An hour later, and two more times through the book, everyone, I presume, was in the Hall, and the teachers started handing out the schedules. I looked up, halfway through my third time through, looking at my friends.
"Hey, how is the schedule done anyway?" I asked.
Susie looked up. "It's a five day schedule, four hours of class everyday." I nodded my thanks as Professor Sprout came around.
"Here you go Violet." The kind matronly Professor smiled at me, as I took the parchment from her hand.
Okay, quick rant. PARCHMENT AND QUILLS! ARE THESE PEOPLE INSANE?! THERE'S A REASON, GENIUSES, THAT MUGGLES CAME UP WITH PENS, AND PAPER. DO YOU HONESTLY HAVE SUCH A SUPERIORITY COMPLEX THAT YOU CAN'T ACCEPT THESE? Okay, end rant.
Anyway, I looked at the writing. Double Potions was first, with the Ravenclaws. Yessss. I've been waiting for this class for so-
Hannah got her schedule and groaned. "What?" I asked her.
"We've got Potions! On a Monday!" Even Susie was frowning.
"Why is this a bad thing? I've been waiting for Potions since I learned I was a wizard!" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"It's with Snape, Vi." Hannah said, wrinkling her nose. My confusion grew. "You'll see." She sighed. I beg to differ. No matter the teacher, Potions could not be bad. Right?
I walked into the dungeon, and sat down at a desk in the middle area, beside Hannah and Susie. Teachers sort students immediately. Sitting in the back means trouble maker, or talkative, front means teacher's pet, or late to class. Middle is generic.
And anyway, it was freezing in here. I quietly and quickly cast a warming charm on the three of us, and got murmurs of thanks in response. Pulling out my textbook, parchment, ink, and a quill, I set up my area for notes. I also noticed I was one of the few that did. The others were Ravenclaws.
The door slammed shut, as a tall man swept in. And that was the only way to describe this man's walking. Sweeping. Instant silence in the class, as he turned to face us.
"Wands away." He said in a tight voice, his obscenely large nose crinkling as he sneered down at us. He continued in this manner, saying a well rehearsed speech that went in one ear and out the other. I stared at him, realizing that Hannah and Susie might be right. He might be able to ruin my favorite subject. I snapped out of it just in time to realize he was asking a question.
"...added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" I caught the end, and by the direction of his gaze, he was asking me.
I felt my eyebrows raise. That was in the sixth year textbook! " Draught of Living Death, sir." He raised an eyebrow.
"And where would you find a bezoar?" I bit my lip in anger. At least one, though, was First year material. It just wasn't in the textbook.
"The stomach of a goat, or, more commonly, a respected apothecary, sir." I couldn't resist the jab, because it was technically right. Snape's lips thinned.
"Finally, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" I exhaled through my nose. Calm, Violet, calm. This only is seventh year material. I raised my chin.
"They are the same, and they also go by aconite. They are major ingredients in the Wolfsbane potion, which stops some of the symptoms of lycanthropy, such as the loss of mind. Sir." I added. He smirked.
"Correct. One point to Hufflepuff." He looked at the other students who were staring at the scene in shock. "Well? Why aren't you taking notes?" After a few minutes of the scratching of quills, Professor Snape waved a hand, and the blackboard filled with words, of just no instructions. No title. Hmmm. He doesn't want us using our textbook.
"Begin." He told us. I looked at the first few ingredients, smirked, and opened my textbook.
"It's a Swelling Solution." I whispered to my companions. They looked at me, smiled, and opened their text books.
I got fully absorbed into the rhythm. Cut, stir, wait, add, stir, stir in the other direction, it was like a lullaby. Of course, I had experimented a little already, and tweaked the recipe slightly. I mean, why else would I get a book on potion theory? I couldn't change anything without testing yet, of course, because it took to much Arithmancy. Which, I would be taking as an elective. As for now, little changes work.
I scooped the potion into two different vials (AN: Sorry, I just to comment. THIS is how you spell vials, not viles.), one for me, and one for grading. I walked up, and placed one vial on Snape's desk and walked back to my seat, looking at the clock. An hour and twenty minutes left. Great. Maybe I should bother Harry? Hmmm… Nah, don't want to give an excuse to not pay attention. Oh well. Embrace my boredom.
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