Chapter 8: First day of Classes
"Vasara that was brilliant!" Harry praised while laughing, "I mean Malfoy's face was priceless!"
Vasara smiled, "Well serves him right. He's nothing but an excessively cocky guy who needs an attitude adjustment." She stated in a matter of fact tone.
"Oh he needs more than that, trust me. But that's a good start." Harry spoke playfully. When the two reached the floor where Vasara's private chamber was, Vasara stopped on the stairs and turned to Harry,
"Well this is my floor." She informed. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Really? You're not coming to the common room?" he asked curiously.
"Nope. I had asked Al...Professor Dumbledore if he could place me in my own room since I'm new here and wouldn't want to add another body to the girl's dormitory. I heard it was fairly crowded already." Vasara carefully lied while she gave Harry a soft smile.
"Oh well then…alright. I guess I'll just see you tomorrow then?" he asked.
"Of course. Goodnight Harry." She replied politely,
"Goodnight Vasara." He answered. With those words said, Vasara turned away from him and went off down the hallway that would take her to her private chamber. At the portrait, she softly mumbled the password and stepped through the door once it was open. It closed behind her as she walked further into her chamber before she headed for her bedroom. Once there, Vasara quietly stripped off her school uniform and neatly had it folded for the next day before she laid it on top of her trunk at the foot of her bed. Then she quickly pulled out a purple nightgown and threw it over her head; after getting dressed in her Pjs, she made a quick trip to the bathroom to brush her teeth before she then climbed into bed. With one clap of her hands, the light went out, and her bedroom went dark and Vasara soon found herself falling asleep….
The sunlight peered in through the bedroom window, shining directly on Vasara's peaceful face. Sensing the light behind her eyes, Vasara stirred and woke up. Her turquoise eyes opened slowly first before she sleepily forced herself to sit up in bed. She groaned quietly and raised a hand up to rub the sleep from her eyes. Something hit her at that moment,
"School….." Her eyes snapped themselves awake and glanced over at her nightstand to see that her clock read 8:30 and her first class would start at 9. She let out a quick swore before she flung herself out of bed; she quickly snatched her pile of clothes and ran for the bathroom to get dressed. It took her about five minuets to get completely dressed and ready. Then once her teeth and hair were brushed and she had applied some make up to her face, Vasara quickly left her bedroom, went out of the portrait and headed downstairs to the Main Hall. Most students had already left after having their breakfast so by the time Vasara had entered, more than half the students were gone. She quickly made her way over to the place she had sat the night before and took a seat. A plate of food was still out, like it had been waiting for her. Vasara couldn't help but glance over at the front of the hall to where the Professors sat to see Albus still sitting at the table; he gave her a secret wink, an action Vasara returned with a soft smile before she faced front and began eating her breakfast. Since she was running short on time, she ate rather quickly and by the time she had finished, someone called her name.
"Ah Miss Thompson, may I see you for a minuets?" came Albus' voice. Vasara at first stared blankly at her Godfather since she was not use to him using such formal acknowledgements. But nonetheless, Vasara got up from the table and obediently walked over to Dumbledore .
"Yes sir?" she replied. Albus gave her a soft smile before he extended out a hand which held a piece of paper,
"Here, this is your schedule of classes. Now I've already talked to you about how things are going to work for a little while but the only exception to that would be your Defense Against the Dark Arts. In that particular class you will be joined with other students." He informed. Vasara took the paper and quickly read over the words. It was a fairly small schedule,
Potions
Herbology
Study Hall
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Vasara read over the schedule once more, her brows furrowed softly in confusion,
"Uh Professor?" she began, "….isn't this a bit….small?" she asked curiously.
"Well since you're new, we don't want you to be overwhelmed with classes, so we've simply broke the normal length of the schedule in half. When you've …..adjusted, we'll add on." He explained. "But those classes listed there are probably the most important ones you should focus on." He added.
"Ah…well ok." Vasara murmured softly. Albus chuckled,
"Good. Now I believe you should probably get going, classes will be starting in 10 minuets." He reminded. Vasara nodded in understanding,
"Yes, Professor." She obediently replied before she turned away, with the list in her hand and swiftly walked away, leaving the great Hall. Remembering where the Potion's class was from when she was exploring the school a few days earlier, Vasara quickly headed down one of the many corridors of the school, weaving her way through the bustling groups of students till she appeared in front of a big wooden door. She pushed the door open and stepped inside while quietly closing it behind her. The Potions room smelled both bitter and sweet from the fumes coming from a couple of cauldrons sitting up front. And since this was a private teaching, Vasara was the only one in the room; which she of course found odd because not even Professor Slughorn was present. As Vasara walked over and took a seat at a table in the front of the room, she softly called out,
"Uh Professor? Are you in?" she asked. When she was greeted by silence, she tried again, "Professor Slughorn?" she repeated a bit more loudly. The classroom door flung itself open and someone quickly strolled inside. Vasara had jumped slightly at the sudden disturbance and glanced over her shoulder expecting to see her new teacher, instead her eyes landed irritably on a certain blonde and gray-eyed boy. Vasara rose from her seat and turned about to face Draco Malfoy. Her arms came up and crossed themselves over her chest,
"This is a private lesson, what are you doing here?" she demanded. At the sound of a voice addressing him, Draco turned his cool gaze upon Vasara at the front of the room and froze
"Well, well, well, look who it is. The fiery, little vixen from last night." He stated mockingly. Vasara's eyes narrowed in a silent warning,
"I believe I had just inquired why you were here.." She answered irritably. Draco cocked an eyebrow,
"Did you now?" he scorned as he slowly approached the place where Vasara was standing.
"You're asking for trouble….." she pointed out in a warning tone.
"So what if I am? What can a girl like you do about it?" Draco returned with a smug smirk. Vasara lowered her arms back down to her side and started to feel for her wand, then it hit her. She had left her wand up in Dumbledore's office the night she had first come to Hogswarts. Knowing hat she was completely unarmed, Vasara lifted her chin up defiantly before she turned away from Draco and walked up to the long table in the very front that held three steaming cauldrons on it; there she gracefully walked around it and stopped, using it as a barrier between herself and Draco
"You're not even worth the effort." She retorted coolly as she pretended to take interest on the things laid out on the table.
"You sure about that?" Draco replied daringly. Vasara rolled her turquoise eyes,
"Absolutely. Now again I ask, why are you here?" she questioned. Draco smirked again,
"Nervous?" he returned smugly. Vasara gave a soft snort,
"Please," she began, "….you're about as intimidating as a baby unicorn." She boldly replied. All at once, the smirk vanished off Draco's handsome face and he slowly began walking towards the front table,
"You have no idea what I am capable of doing…." He spoke in a low, deadly tone. There was a look in his eyes that made Vasara grateful for the table in between them.
"Like I really care in the first place." She replied. Draco placed both hands on the table and leaned forward while Vasara held her ground,
"You should…." He threatened. The sound of a door opening caused Draco to suddenly pull back and turn around while Vasara glanced over his form; Professor Slughorn had just strolled on into the classroom. He instantly eyed the two teens and gave a polite smile,
"Ah Miss Thompson, good to see you've made it. I do apologize for running a bit late. Have I kept you waiting long?" he asked as he walked over to the table where both Draco and Vasara stood.
"No sir." She replied calmly. Professor Slughorn then turned to look at Draco,
"Ah….Mr. Malfoy…I don't recall you being assigned to this lesson at the moment….did you need something?" he asked.
Vasara saw Draco's jaw tighten before he shook his head, "No Professor….I was simply here to pick up my textbook." He answered before he walked away from the table and headed over to where a narrow cupboard was in the back of the room by the door before he opened it and pulled out a Potion's textbook. The without another word, he left.
"Strange boy…." Slughorn softly noted before he gave a quick shrug of his shoulders, "Now then, let's get started." He stated. Vasara listened intently as Professor Slughorn walked her though the purpose of Potion's class, explained to her the many lessons that she must learn through out the year, and he also asked her a few questions about her knowledge on the topic.
"Have you ever taken a Potion's class before?" he asked.
"No sir. This will be all new stuff to me." She answered.
"Well then. Let's just see how well you work with brewing. I've prepared a recipe for you on the table next to the cauldron on the left side. All the ingredients you'll need are already out on the table. Let's see how well you work." He stated, "You'll have until the end of class to finish it." he added, "…you may begin….now!"
Vasara wasted no time in asking questions. She quickly located a an empty cauldron of her own which she took and set up at her own able before taking up the recipe for the potion she was supposed to make and carefully read through its instructions. Her eyes widened softly at how complicated the potion sounded,
"Veritaserum…." Vasara lightly repeated the unfamiliar name softly, "….a truth potion; one that can make a person spill their innermost secrets unwillingly." She read. With a soft shrug of her shoulders, Vasara memorized the first few ingredients that she would need before she started on her task. Vasara followed the written instructions word for word, she worked diligently, only making occasional murmurs when she was repeating some of the steps out loud. When Professor Slughorn came over to her desk to tell her that time was up and to check her potion, Vasara was quite please when a look of astonishment cam across Slughorn's features,
"Impressive…" he noted as he stirred the contents in the cauldron, "….almost perfect." He commented before he looked over at Vasara who was waiting patiently for his analysis, "You sure you've never done this before?" he asked again. Vasara smiled before she gave a soft shrug,
"Beginners luck, I guess." She stated.
"Well Miss Thompson, I can already tell that it will be a great pleasure to have you in my class this year. And with that said you are dismissed." Professor Slughorn finished. Vasara nodded and smiled before she turned away from the table and headed for the door which was still open from when Draco had left. As she passed into the hallway that would take her to her next class, she felt a pair of eyes on her. Turning her head to the left, she spotted Draco Malfoy leaning up against the bottom of the large stairway. Vasara simply rolled her eyes as she strolled right past him, not even bothering to make eye contact.
"Next class….." Vasara murmured as she unfolded her schedule from a pocket in her robes, "….Herbology." With a shrug of her shoulder Vasara turned down a hallway that would take her to a door leading outside the Castle. As she pushed the large door open and stepped outside, she followed a stone path around the back which took her to a greenhouse where a woman named Professor Sprout waited patiently for her at its entrance.
"Ah Miss Thompson, glad to see you've made it. Didn't get lost on your way here did you now?" she asked, "….most first timers do." She added.
"No at all Professor." Vasara answered politely, "I've always had a good sense of direction." she finished with a soft smile.
"Good girl. Now let's walk you through the basics of Herbology." Professor Sprout stated as she led the way inside the greenhouse. Vasara spent the whole class time viewing all sorts of plants and learning their special properties. At the very end, she received a textbook for her studies. When Herbology was done, Vasara remembered that she now had a study hall the question was where though. With a soft shake of her head, Vasara entered back into the castle and went to the only place she felt was best for Study Hall; the Library. Though she has already been to the Library a couple times since her arrival, it always amazed her when she walked in and could see the many rows and rows of books they had. It somehow always managed to bring a smile to her face. Vasara choose to work at a small desk in the far back of the library, there it was quiet and somewhat secluded. After taking a seat at the desk, she pulled out her class schedule once more to give it a quick glance over. She had read about halfway down the sheet of paper before she found it snatched out of her hands from behind. Vasara gasped at the unexpected gesture before she turned about in her seat to see who had taken her paper.
"Well what do you know?" Draco Malfoy mocked, "….looks like you and I get to share a class together next period." He stated with a soft smirk. Vasara's eyes narrowed at his cockiness before she rose up from her seat and held a hand out fro her schedule.
"Give it here, Draco." She demanded softly. When Draco responded with only a quick raise of an eyebrow before folding the piece of paper and sticking it inside his robes, Vasara rolled her eyes before pulling her hand back.
"Fine. Keep it." She restated, "I already have it memorized anyway." She added before she grabbed her things off the desk and made a quick but graceful move around Draco's form. With her books tucked under one arm, Vasara walked off into one of the hundreds of rows of book they seemed to have in the library. Her eyes began to naturally browse the neatly stacked selection of books before she found herself picking one out and quickly skimming over its cover.
"Why do I get the impression that you don't seem to like me?" Draco's mocking voice asked from the beginning of the row of books. Vasara's head cocked itself to the side before she slowly turned her gaze upon the blonde guy leaning casually up against one of the book shelves.
"Are you of all people really asking me that?" she returned coolly before she turned her attention back onto the book she had in her hands, "Well then to put it words that even you should be able to understand, I find this book more interesting than that pathetic, cocky little display that would be your personality." She answered boldly.
At her words, Draco quickly closed the distance between the two of them before snatching the book right out of her hands. Vasara glanced down at where the book use to be in slight annoyance before she turned her body to face Draco, "I wasn't done with that." She stated calmly, staring Draco in the face. Draco's gray eyes had narrowed before he raised the hand that held the book he had just grabbed before he randomly shoved it back onto one the shelves that was right next to Vasara's head. Vasara glanced over at where he was now resting his hand and swallowed softly, "Do you mind?" She asked in a soft irritated voice. Draco's famous smirk reappeared on his face,
"Oh I'm sorry." He began, before he took a step closer and leaned in, "This getting too close for you?" He asked in a taunting tone. Vasara's turquoise eyes narrowed as well before she silently made a move to push past Draco once more. "Hey, hey, hey," Draco began before his other arm came and braced itself on the other side of Vasara's head, caging her in. "Not so fast. Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
Vasara quickly glanced around in hopes of seeing a way out the cage that Draco had formed around her, but when she realized that the only way she'd be able to get out was by ducking, Vasara let out a soft defeated sigh before leaning back against the supporting bookshelf behind her while crossing her arms over her chest,
"Apparently nowhere." She answered in a resentful tone. Before she lifted her chin up defiantly, "….what do you want Draco?" she asked in a cold tone.
Draco's smirk widened slightly before he leaned further down and closed the remaining space they had between them. "Let's get to know each other shall we?" he answered in a low, suggestive voice. When Vasara saw his grey eyes slowly and carefully trace over her face before landing on her lips, it wasn't a secret what Draco was thinking about. As Draco started to lean his head down towards Vasara's, a sudden voice brought him to a stop.
"Keep your hands off her, Malfoy!"
At the sound of the voice, Draco practically snarled in anger before he turned his head to the side to confront the person calling him out.
"Stay out of this Potter!" he snapped back.
Harry along with his best friends, Ron and Hermione, stood with their wands out at the ready at the entrance of the two rows of books Vasara was caught in. Harry pointed his wand directly at Malfoy's head,
"Let. Her. Go!" he ordered. "Now."
Draco's hands that were right above Vasara's head, clenched into two tight fists.
