Chapter 20: Crazier than Slytherin

Disclaimer: Half of this plot line comes from the show 'Victorious', of which Livia is obsessed with at the moment. When stuck for ideas on donating blood, they gave me an okay plot that gave LuckyLily3496 her request of 'More Blaise'

A/N: My dog is licking the back of my neck... O_o Hi everyone! Long time no see! It's been... 13 days since I last wrote for you. Also, shout out to Arabella Riddle, because she was my 100th reviewer for this story! I didn't even realise that I'd had over 100 reviews until today! Also, to Lily Evans/Potter- Happy birthday for tomorrow, Wiki said so!

1. What was your favourite part?

Livia saying the word 'Geologyer'.

2. Are you happy the Muggles have returned?

Of course. They are my favourite original characters.

3. Which idea do you like better, for only one can happen:

Alien Invasion

Fluffy butterfly named Boo

Uh... Can I do both?

4. Can you ice skate? Can you win at life?

No. I cannot ice skate, so I epically fail at life.

It turned out we didn't need to go to St. Mungo's or St. Mango's. Dotti was able to fix Dad's finger easily. We still had to go though, of course, because we received and owl telling us that it was time for me to donate some blood.

"Good morning, Miss Riddle." Said a particularly chirpy young healer. "My name is Healer Williamson, but you can call me Kyle. You're my very first patient, did you know that?" I shook my head. "Well, the equipment should be ready in a few minutes, why don't you take a sear?" He flashed a Hufflepuffy grin at me, and retreated into a room. I sat next to Harry and Dad.

"Are you sure you want to do this Sophia?" Dad asked. "You don't have to if you're worried."

"I'm not worried, Dad." I shrugged. "In fact, I want to."

"Don't put on a brave face, honey. You can show you're worried you're not a Gryffindor anymore."

"That's offensive to Gryffindors!" Harry snapped from his copy of Quidditch Weekly. "Hey, look, the Catapults beat the Cannons, 280 to 20!"

"Harry that's hardly surprising I don't think the Chudley Cannons have won a match in forever." I commented dryly.

"I'm a Wimbourne Wasps fan myself." Dad remarked, "They're second in the Gringotts leage."

"They won't be for much longer, Dad. Further back in here there's an article- Wasp seeker injured in collision with rouge bludger; team accusing sabotage." The two quickly sunk into a discussion on the Wasp seeker, then about the Wronski Feint.

"I know that Krum did it last year in the finals, right?"

"Yeah, it was brilliant. They Weasley's took me to see it."

"Ooh was it good?"

"Very. He moves so swiftly it's like he's one with the broom."

"Huh. Seems a tad aggressive from his pictures."

"No, he's just passionate about the sport. Did you know he's still in school?"

"What? I mean, I've heard rumours of Lucuius, but… He's too big to be at school, isn't he?"

"You'd think, wouldn't you? He goes to Durmstrang. He gets excessive training- it's all in here…"

"Miss Riddle? We're ready for you." Kyle said, popping up out of nowhere.

"Thank you so much!" I thanked him, rolling my eyes at my Quidditch-obsessed family. "They went Quidditch on me, and now they won't shut up." Kyle laughed and lead me into the room. "Just sit down in that chair, and it will all be over soon…" I sat. "Now, hold your arm out like this," He held his arm out, and I copied it. "We will be trying the Muggle way, since there are no risks with that method." He took out a needle, injected it into one of my arteries and showed me how to clench my arm. I did as he did, then waited.

"There we go," Kyle nodded, a few minutes later. "One pint of blood. Let's get it to the Operation room for Mr. Zabini…" He rushed out of another door and I left the way I had come. Harry and Dad were still talking about Krum.

"Guys, I'm done."

"… 5 owls you say? Well, Quidditch should be on the curriculum, that would have gotten him 6!"

"We should go see that Healer, who has the results of my craziness test I told you about."

"I agree. Everyone loves to fly – it could be like Muggle's P.E!"

"Guys?"

"What does P.E. even stand for?"

"Dudley said it was Pointless Exercises…"

"Hello?"

"Eh, but Muggles ARE pointless. Quidditch is much more fun."

"Hello!"

"Yeah! I'm so proud of you for being seeker. How fast can you catch the snitch?"

"I once caught one in five minutes."

"Wow Harry that's great!"

"HELLO?" Sigh. "Dad, I'm pregnant."

Awkward silence.

"WHAT?"
"Joking." I shrugged, "But it got you to shut up!"

"Sophia are you crazy? You almost gave me a heart attack!" Dad scolded, clutching his chest.

"We don't know if I'm crazy until you take me to learn the results of the test I look earlier this year. They should have the results by now." I explained.

"Fine," Dad rolled his eyes and got up, stretching. "Let's go see how much of a Slytherin you are."

The Healer who had tested me was in her office.

"Hi Healer Sachar." I greeted. "I'm back to see how crazy I am."

"Bag." She quizzed.

"Pineapple." I replied.

"Pencil." Dad added.

"Broomstick." Harry put in.

"Right... Sophia Riddle... I know I have your folder somewhere..." Healer Sachar dug around inside numerous metal filling cabinets. "Ah... Here we are." She pulled out a large orange folder and leafed through it. "The results say you are a Class D."

"Huh?" My family frowned simultaneously.

"Yes, Class C. A is psychopathic, B is obsessed, C is mental problem, D is just crazy and E is mentally confused. You are class D."

"What was Slytherin?" Dad asked evilly.

"Class E." Replied the Healer.

"Wooh! My daughter got a higher grade than Slytherin!" Dad cheered, high fiving me.

"Now, Miss Riddle, I want you to take this potion once every day." Healer Sachar continued, handing me a big bottle of dark purple liquid. "One drop a day should suffice." I took it from her.

"There. Now lets go get some disgusting hospital food!" Harry and I cheered as Dad led us out in a conga.

"Crazy, every single one of those descendants of Slytherin..."

When we were halfway to the restaurant, Kyle ran up to me, with a worried look on his face.

"Miss Riddle! Have you seen the blood you donated, by any chance?" He asked.

"No... You took it to Blaise, remember?" I shrugged, apprehensive of his tone.

"It's not there anymore!" He wailed. "Miss Riddle, this is my first job, I don't want to fail!" I sighed.

"Okay, how about I let you drain another pint of blood from me?" I suggested. Kyle's face brightened. He grabbed me and hauled me to a random room.

"See you honey!" Dad called. "We'll be eating fish pie when you return- it's today's special!"

Kyle set to work again. Injection, clench, waiting...

"You know, I was so worried when I lost the blood," Said Kyle as we waited for the pint, "Thought I wouldn't be able to find-"

"FIND!"

"You in time, and that would have been bad because this is my first job, and I don't want to fail because then I'd get a bad reputation. So it's good I was able to get to you in time, wasn't it! I think that... Oh, look, we're done." He pulled the needle out of me, and placed it in an IV bag. "I'll take it to Mr. Zabini right away."

"Uh... No offence, Kyle, but don't you think that I better take it this time?" I asked with a small awkward smile. He frowned, and nodded.

"Make sure to tell them it's from Kyle!" Kyle nodded, handing me the blood. It was still warm, and jiggly, like the feel of a waterbed. "Operation Room 5!" Kyle called as I ran to give Blaise his blood. He was sat up in bed.

"Hiya Blaise- pony express!" I greeted, holding up the bag of crimson blood. He grinned.

"Sophia! Come on in, I won't bite... No, seriously, I'm not able to. They've numbed my senses it's a shock I can still talk!" Blaise rolled his eyes.

"How unfortunate." I drawled, sitting on the side of his bed.

"You know, it's uncanny how much you remind me of him." Blaise commented.

"Of who?" I asked.

"Draco! The snarky comments, the rolling of eyes, how much time do you spend with him?" His eyebrows rose.

"I... I hardly spend any time with him." I frowned, "I really should spend more..."

"Make it your New Years resolution: Spend more time with my sarcastic boyfriend." he chuckled, then his eyes focused hungrily on the bag of blood I had in my hands. "So... Is that my blood?"

"Soon to be," I nodded.

"Can I hold it?" Blaise asked, and I rolled my eyes before handing it to him. He laughed as the bag jiggled in his hands. "Hey, it's jiggly! And warm! And jiggly! That's awesome!"

"Be careful with it, Blaise," I reprimanded, "I've already made you two pints of blood, I'm not too keen on giving you any more." Blaise just laughed and began to throw the bag in the air.

"Wohoo! You know, I'll be back in school for next year- it's so funny!" He laughed, "Wobble wobble! Ha ha! Wobbly wibbly wobble!"

"Blaise, are you okay?"

"I told you, they gave me something! He ha! Look at it! It's jiggly, wibbly, and wobbly all at the same time!" He began to juggle it. "Yay! I should be a circus clown, I'm good! It wibbles! It wobbles! It's my new blood!"

"Blaise, should you really be doing when your hands are numb?" I asked him, but he ignored me.

"Don't be such a killjoy, Sophia! Watch it wobble! It's like jelly! Ha he-"

Splat. He dropped the bag of blood. I lunged to get it just as it hit the floor... and burst in my face. I was covered in red blood. I gagged, as Blaise laughed. Just then, a young female Healer walked in, her black hair tied in a bun.

"What happened? What is all this?" She gasped, looking around at the now blood red room.

"This used to be Blaise's new blood." I groaned, trying to wipe the blood of my mouth, and ignoring the thought that it tasted good.

"Oh," The nurse sighed. "How did it get all over the floor?"

"Hey, Healer Jordan, I'm a clown!" Blaise giggled from his bed, "I can juggle! Whoo take me to the circus!"

"Look's like that potion kicked in..." Healer Jordan mused, a wry smile playing on her face. "But what will we do now? Even if we cleaned this up, we wouldn't be able to salvage enough blood for the operation. Would you mind..."

"Donating another pint of blood?" I raised my eyebrows. "Fine... But this is the LAST time. No more blood after this, you'll have to get another blood monkey." I grinned to show her I was joking, before returning to Kyle.

"So?" He beamed, "Everything done?"

"The blood fell on the floor and exploded." I told him, and his smile fell. "So one more pint of blood is required." He sighed, and we went through the routine once more. Injection, clench, wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Put in bag. "I'll take it again, shall I?"

"You broke it the last time!" Kyle argued.

"You lost it the last time!" I defended.

"We'll both take it." He compromised, and once more made the trip to Blaise's operation room. He was unconscious, and Healer Jordan was preparing some tools for the operation.

"Here's the blood." Me and Kyle chorused simultaneously. We handed it to her, she thanked us, then I felt a sudden dizzy moment come over me. The world span and I clutched to Kyle's arm for support.

"Miss Riddle, are you okay?" Kyle asked, concerned.

"World... Spinning... Feeling dizzy..." I mumbled as Healer Jordan turned into a sort of whitish blob.

"Too little blood? She only had two pints taken out of her..." Mused Healer Jordan. "Right?"

"Well, we lost the first pint, the second pint exploded..." Kyle was making some calculations in his head. "So... This would be the third pint." Healer Jordan gasped.

"Three pints of blood? Kyle..." She sighed. "Go get a blood restoration potion."

"Right."

"Hey..." I mused, "Why didn't you just cast that on Blaise in the first place then collect it when it dripped out of his hole?"

"..."

"..."

"You couldn't have told us that earlier, could you, Miss Riddle."

"Nope."

A/N: And so we have it, another chapter.

1. What was your favourite part?

2. What will happen next?

3. What is the first thing in your mind when I write the word: 'Tell'

4. I want it to snow :( Have you had snow anytime recently?

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