Lacey: Honestly, You people think that Maira owns Harry Potter if I'm not here.
Maira: Puh-lease. You weren't even that big of a character!
Lacey: *Gasp* Why...Why...you Death Eater!
Grace: Girls stop. Maira Just say that you don't own Harry Potter. No? Okay then, I have to go and supervise a fight, again!
Last time on We Discover Our Futures…
"You wouldn't dare!"
"You wouldn't would you?"
a black light took over the room, and everyone shielded their eyes.
A figure in all black clothing stood in the middle of the room, you could see brown hair singed at the ends that went down to their shoulders. All around the room people had their wands out and pointed at the figure. I turned into my wolf form as I had a suspicion as to who it would be. I walked over and laid down by her feet when I saw that tattoo that only she has on her ankle of a red fox. She bent down to pet me and I winced a little when she was rougher than normal. I immediately turned back into my human form and pointed my wand at the person.
"Who are you?" I demand while pointing it at the figure's chest.
"Arabella Narcissa Dolohov" 'she' responded. There were some gasps around the room.
"I don't think so. She disbanded from your stupid little family of the Dolohov's, remember? I mean you were so happy you practically squealed all week after you got the papers back." I respond pointing my wand at 'her' face.
"When did Arabella and Maira Tonks become friends?" Neville says from behind me.
"We became friends when we were hiding in the Room of Requirement before the war escaping the Carrow's." 'she' said as if it was simple.
"No. We became friends when we both found the same hiding spot as we aren't the bravest of many on the night Black ented Hogwarts in search of Pettigrew. What happened to Sirius Black after that night."I ask her.
"He was never captured. He went into hiding at Grimmauld. I swear. You know that it's me Maira!" she says pleadingly at the end.
"No. You're lucky that I don't kill you. I never liked imposters, especially ones who do it for their own benefit. And you Dolohov" I spit the name in disgust. "Are a filthy imposter whom I have no idea how you came back, but I know that you will not return to the future. I don't want killing someone to be on my conscience, but I will find the worst way to kill you and I will have it done. By the way, Arabelle never called me Maira." I nodded to Neville and Harry who immediately got up and grabbed hold of the person by their arms. "What time does class end?" I ask Dumbledore.
"In a few minutes my dear. Now, if you would please explain what just happened that would be amazing." he responded.
"That, would be a mister Antonin Dolohov, otherwise known as my friend Arabella's father. At least I believe. It could be someone else but everyone but her father knows that she won't call me Maira. She prefers stone, or sometimes blood. " I respond while looking all around the room.
"Why blood?" Sirius asks.
"Because the silver of my fur looks like unicorn blood she says. That and I really like to make people bleed." I say while looking at Harry, as he had been asking that question a lot.
"Make people bleed? But I thought that you wanted to be a healer?" Mcgonagall asks.
"Well I do. I just enjoy giving someone a good punch in the face. Especially when I get mad. I broke Harry's nose once when we weren't friends and he called me reckless. Of course Ron got in on it as well while Hermione was telling them to back off. I just punched Harry as he was the closest one. I just walked up to him and punched him in the nose. Never got in trouble for that. But, I really do want to become a healer for St Mungo's. I feel like I didn't do much for the war effort, plus I've always been good at potions and everything and I hope to learn more from Madam Pomphrey as well when I get back to my time. She's offered to teach me, but I've always said that I needed more practice." I say and Grace snorts.
"Sure, you need more practice, and I never had a secret relationship with Peter. I mean come on! You were easily one of the best in our year." she says looking at me with a 'look'.
"So what exactly is he like in bed?" I ask her and a few people cough and sputter. Sirius falls out of his chair and half of the other people just stare at us, while a couple look mildly interested as Grace turns a deep shade of red.
"I..I...er...um...Well… " she stammered and I tackled her to the ground where I was pinning her to the ground.
"So you did sleep with him!" I say looking down at her flushed face.
"Well, yes.." she says, albeit reluctantly.
"So, was he any good?" I ask her, still pinning her to the ground.
"Uhm… kinda…" she answers slowly.
A few people wolf-whistled. "On a scale from Harry to George, how good is he in bed?" I ask and Harry looks confused but blushes anyways.
"I don't know how each of those people are in bed so how am I supposed to answer that?" she responds nervously.
"Assume that Harry is a seven and a drunk George is a one. Seven is great one is bad and you would rather be sleeping with Remus." I say and remus sputters.
"I can't be that bad!" he says.
"I mean I never really thought of you being good in bed. I mean, I don't know but I feel like you would just be too nice for my tastes. " I respond. He just blushes and gets up and grabs two bottles of water from the fridge and hands one to Peter who is blushing.
"So you're saying you like it rough?" Sirius asks with a smirk on his face.
"Sure. But Grace what was his rating considering he'd never done it before. I'm assuming." I ask her getting back to the subject.
"Fine. He was about a three." she rushes out.
I jump up. "I knew it! I knew he was less than a five!" I laugh at myself and sit back down while Grace just continues to lay on the floor.
"As much as I would love to continue this conversation, I think the last class just ended." (A/N-Just roll with it, Okay?) Snape drawled.
"Great! Regulus will you show me where I could find Slughorn?" Regulus nodded and me and him slipped out of the room and started to descend to the dungeons. "I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable reg. I just love embarrassing people. I forgot that some people aren't as comfortable with the concept of rating on how they are in bed. I mean-" I was cut of by Regulus pushing me up against the : Honestly, You people think that Maira owns Harry Potter if I'm not here.
Maira: Puh-lease. You weren't even that big of a character!
Lacey: *Gasp* Why...Why...you Death Eater!
Grace: Girls stop. Maira Just say that you don't own Harry Potter. No? Okay then, I have to go and supervise a fight, again!
Last time on We Discover Our Futures…
"You wouldn't dare!"
"You wouldn't would you?"
a black light took over the room, and everyone shielded their eyes.
A figure in all black clothing stood in the middle of the room, you could see brown hair singed at the ends that went down to their shoulders. All around the room people had their wands out and pointed at the figure. I turned into my wolf form as I had a suspicion as to who it would be. I walked over and laid down by her feet when I saw that tattoo that only she has on her ankle of a red fox. She bent down to pet me and I winced a little when she was rougher than normal. I immediately turned back into my human form and pointed my wand at the person.
"Who are you?" I demand while pointing it at the figure's chest.
"Arabella Narcissa Dolohov" 'she' responded. There were some gasps around the room.
"I don't think so. She disbanded from your stupid little family of the Dolohov's, remember? I mean you were so happy you practically squealed all week after you got the papers back." I respond pointing my wand at 'her' face.
"When did Arabella and Maira Tonks become friends?" Neville says from behind me.
"We became friends when we were hiding in the Room of Requirement before the war escaping the Carrow's." 'she' said as if it was simple.
"No. We became friends when we both found the same hiding spot as we aren't the bravest of many on the night Black ented Hogwarts in search of Pettigrew. What happened to Sirius Black after that night."I ask her.
"He was never captured. He went into hiding at Grimmauld. I swear. You know that it's me Maira!" she says pleadingly at the end.
"No. You're lucky that I don't kill you. I never liked imposters, especially ones who do it for their own benefit. And you Dolohov" I spit the name in disgust. "Are a filthy imposter whom I have no idea how you came back, but I know that you will not return to the future. I don't want killing someone to be on my conscience, but I will find the worst way to kill you and I will have it done. By the way, Arabelle never called me Maira." I nodded to Neville and Harry who immediately got up and grabbed hold of the person by their arms. "What time does class end?" I ask Dumbledore.
"In a few minutes my dear. Now, if you would please explain what just happened that would be amazing." he responded.
"That, would be a mister Antonin Dolohov, otherwise known as my friend Arabella's father. At least I believe. It could be someone else but everyone but her father knows that she won't call me maira. She prefers stone, or sometimes blood. " I respond while looking all around the room.
"Why blood?" Sirius asks.
"Because the silver of my fur looks like unicorn blood she says. That and I really like to make people bleed." I say while looking at Harry, as he had been asking that question a lot.
"Make people bleed? But I thought that you wanted to be a healer?" Mcgonagall asks.
"Well I do. I just enjoy giving someone a good punch in the face. Especially when I get mad. I broke Harry's nose once when we weren't friends and he called me reckless. Of course Ron got in on it as well while Hermione was telling them to back off. I just punched Harry as he was the closest one. I just walked up to him and punched him in the nose. Never got in trouble for that. But, I really do want to become a healer for St Mungo's. I feel like I didn't do much for the war effort, plus i've always been good at potions and everything and I hope to learn more from Madam Pomphrey as well when I get back to my time. She's offered to teach me, but I've always said that I needed more practice." I say and Grace snorts.
"Sure, you need more practice, and I never had a secret relationship with Peter. I mean come on! You were easily one of the best in our year." she says looking at me with a 'look'.
"So what exactly is he like in bed?" I ask her and a few people cough and sputter. Sirius falls out of his chair and half of the other people just stare at us, while a couple look mildly interested as Grace turns a deep shade of red.
"I..I...er...um...Well… " she stammered and I tackled her to the ground where I was pinning her to the ground.
"So you did sleep with him!" I say looking down at her flushed face.
"Well, yes.." she says, albeit reluctantly.
"So, was he any good?" I ask her, still pinning her to the ground.
"Uhm… kinda…" she answers slowly.
A few people wolf-whistled. "On a scale from Harry to George, how good is he in bed?" I ask and Harry looks confused but blushes anyways.
"I don't know how each of those people are in bed so how am I supposed to answer that?" she responds nervously.
"Assume that Harry is a seven and a drunk George is a one. Seven is great one is bad and you would rather be sleeping with Remus." I say and remus sputters.
"I can't be that bad!" he says.
"I mean I never really thought of you being good in bed. I mean, I don't know but I feel like you would just be too nice for my tastes. " I respond. He just blushes and gets up and grabs two bottles of water from the fridge and hands one to Peter who is blushing.
"So you're saying you like it rough?" Sirius asks with a smirk on his face.
"Sure. But Grace what was his rating considering he'd never done it before. I'm assuming." I ask her getting back to the subject.
"Fine. He was about a three." she rushes out.
I jump up. "I knew it! I knew he was less than a five!" I laugh at myself and sit back down while Grace just continues to lay on the floor.
"As much as I would love to continue this conversation, I think the last class just ended." (A/N-Just roll with it, Okay?) Snape drawled.
"Great! Regulus will you show me where I could find Slughorn?" Regulus nodded and me and him slipped out of the room and started to descend to the dungeons. "I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable reg. I just love embarrassing people. I forgot that some people aren't as comfortable with the concept of rating on how they are in bed. I mean-" I was cut of by Regulus pushing me up against the wall. He was breathing heavily.
"Can I kiss you?" he asks me in such a husky voice that I can't say no. I nod and the next second, without hesitation, his lips are on mine. It was so passionate, that I momentarily forgot where I was. My eyes fall closed and he pulls me closer to him and farther away from the wall. My hands rest on his chest and he pulls away. My eyes flicker open to see his eyes hold regret. "I'm so sorry. I didn't-" it was me who kissed him this time.