"I don't have a clue who sent it, ok?"

"Do you think maybe one of your teachers?" Dory asked.

I lightly touched the locket we were talking about before answering.

"No, I'm sure they didn't." I replied.

"You don't think it could be…" Nymphadora trailed off as if I knew where she was going with it.

"Could be who?" I questioned.

"Who know," she said, "From him?"

"Sirius Black?" I asked but just shrugged, "No, he doesn't have the heart to do something like that. Besides, the whole wizarding and muggle world is looking for him; he just can't walk into a store and buy it."

"Good point," She said before her tone turned teasing, "Maybe you have a secret admirer."

I rolled my eyes, "I doubt that."

"Rigel!"

My name being shouted tore me away from my thoughts and I looked behind me. Oliver's face greeted me as he came up beside me with a big grin plastered on his face.

"What are you so happy about?" I asked.

It was the first day of lessons back at Hogwarts and I was currently making my way to Potions.

"Harry got a new broom," Wood replied his smile even bigger if that's possible.

"Good for him," I replied opening the door to the classroom.

"But you'll never guess what kind of broom," He said excitedly.

"A flying one?" I guessed dryly taking a seat at the back of the classroom where Snape would less likely pick on me.

Wood didn't see put off by my answer as he was still grinning, "A Fire Bolt."

"A Fire Bolt?" I asked slightly shocked, "Where in the world did he get a Fire Bolt?"

"Apparently he got it for Christmas," He replied, "Doesn't know who sent it though."

"Someone spent a fortune on a Fire Bolt and didn't want recognition?" I asked suddenly noticing the déjà vu of the situation with my locket.

"Yep, and so now McGonagall took the broom away thinking Sirius Black jinxed it to knock Harry off of it." Oliver said his smile slowly fading.

"I see," I said quietly wishing his name would stop coming up.

"But I told Harry I'd talk to her about getting it back." He said opening up his potions book as Snape entered the classroom.

"Good luck with that," I murmured as I also opened up my book.

Snape was soon droning into the lesson and I was partnered up with Percy for our assignment, which consisted of Percy telling me what to do and me telling him where he could go. Percy and I had never really gotten well together. He's alright but too much of the following the rules type for my liking.

"Black, that's enough of the pilkin powder!" He said bossing me around again.

"It says to add three-" I protested as he made a grab for the powder but I moved it out of his reach.

"Let me add it, you'll end up putting too much," He said reaching for the powder again.

"Stop it," I said and my stool started to tip from me leaning away from him.

Before I could stop him he made another grab for the bottle and I leaned backwards even more. My stool slipped out from under me and I tried to stop myself from falling by grabbing Percy's arm. But Percy wasn't expecting me to do that so it just resulted in him also falling off his stool. I fell onto the stone floor and let out a yell as Percy fell on top of me. The powder was in a glass container so it had broken on impact causing the powder to go airborne. By now the whole classroom had noticed what had happened and I could hear them laughing from under Percy's body.

"Get off of me," I groaned and pushed him over.

After he was off of me all I could see was the white mist caused by the powder but when it cleared Snape was standing over us with his arms crossed.

"Detention after class Miss Black," He said looking at me as if I weren't even worth his time, "And clean this mess up."

I let out another groan as Percy started muttering incoherencies at me under his breath.

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I sat silently in a chair across from Snape's desk as he stood behind me telling me how my clumsiness would affect my future, which apparently looked like a pretty pathetic one at the moment. I just rolled my eyes as he continued to insult me in his snide remarks. I was still covered in powder and I let out a yawn as he started to talk about my laziness. But of course me, having the worst luck in the world, he noticed.

"Am I boring you Miss Black?" He asked coming to stand in front of me

What gave it away? But instead of saying this I just shook my head and remained silent, well I did roll my eyes and of course he noticed that to.

"Arrogance is not something to be admired," He glared.

"Whoops, my bad," I said before I could stop myself.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor for talking back to a teacher,"

"Fifty points!"

"80!" He replied and I could see that I was starting to push too far, "And detention for the rest of the week."

I literally had to bite down on my tongue to keep from yelling at him. Fifty points for just talking back my arse!

"Your father was also exceedingly arrogant," He said bitingly, "It looks like you're following closely in his footsteps."

It felt like a slap in the face, actually I think I would have preferred a slap instead of this.

"I am nothing like my father," I said darkly.

"I wouldn't be so sure Miss Black," He said almost spitting out my last name.

I remained silent trying to overcome the fantasy of punching him square in his crooked nose.

"You're dismissed," He said turning away from me.

I got out of my chair and snatched my book bag off of the floor and marched out of the classroom angrily. I am absolutely nothing like my father! I'm not a betraying murderer! I pushed through a group of third year girls and ignored their angry cries and stormed up to the Gryffindor common room. I practically growled out the password to the Fat Lady and went up to my dormitory. Not thinking anyone was in the room I sat on my bed, my chest heaving. Tears were starting to burn my eyes. I didn't know why I was so angry. I put my knees up against my chest and rested my head on them. I was so lost in my own little world that I barely felt the bed dip down from the weight of a person sitting next to me.

"Are you okay?" Asked a timid voice and I felt a hand rest against my shoulder.

I raised my head to the side to see Maggie awkwardly patting my shoulder.

"What are you doing here?" I asked not knowing what to say to her.

"This is my room too," She said making me feel stupid.

"Why are you talking to me?" I asked rubbing my wet eyes on my robes, "You don't even acknowledge me these days."

She looked really uncomfortable right then and she slowly removed her hand from my shoulder.

"I didn't know how to talk to you." She said quietly, "I felt like a complete arse after Wood talked to me about the whole thing. I didn't know how to talk to you without making a bigger fool out of myself."

I gave a small laugh of relief and put my arm around her shoulder, "If that's an apology I accept."

Maggie gave a nervous laugh, "It was, sort of. But I'm still a bit mad at you for not telling me that Wood wasn't interested in me."

"Yeah," I said awkwardly, "I wasn't sure if I should have or not. I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

"I think my feelings would have gotten less hurt if you would have told me in the first place." She said pointedly.

"Good point," I replied, "I'll forgive you if you forgive me."

"Deal," She said smiling at me for the first time in weeks.

Maybe things were starting to look up.

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"…I mean of course I got my priorities in order," Wood was saying, "How are we supposes to win the cup if Harry doesn't have a broom? Just because I said I don't care if the broom throws Harry off as long as he catches the snitch first does not mean I don't care about Harry's wellbeing."

"Of course not," I replied dryly while eating my supper the next day.

"Maybe you could try and talk to McGonagall," He said hopefully.

I rolled my eyes, "Wood, if she says that it could still be dangerous, she's not going to give it back no matter who talks to her. I'm sure we'll get it back before our match against Ravenclaw."

"Why do these things always happen to him?" Oliver groaned.

I ignored the rest of Wood's whinging and waved to Maggie who had just entered the Great Hall. She gave a smile and a wave back but sat a few seats down from us since she was still too embarrassed to be around Wood.

"So practise is tomorrow at noon," Oliver was saying to me.

"Tomorrow?" I asked weakly, "I have detention tomorrow."

If looks could kill I'd probably be dead. Wood groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "Between you and Harry, we're never going to win the cup."

I patted his shoulder lightly, so maybe not everything was looking up, but I'll take what I can get.

Alright so Maggie and Rigel have made up, but Rigel is still angry that she's the daughter of Sirius. But that's only because she doesn't know who he really is, yet.

I'm sure some of you have already guessed why Snape picks on Rigel just like he did Harry, but if not it'll be explained later on.

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