Everyone's in Charms class, trying to get the Levitation Charm right - well, everyone but Bloom. She's been able to levitate stuff since she started being able to use her magic at will. She's also in a very bad, sleep-deprived mood today, having dealt with the same dream she gets every year on Halloween - the flashes of green light, the dark-robed man, 'Aevada Kedavra' being shouted, what she knows now to be the murder of her parents - and doesn't want to draw any attention, not even in Charms.
They're interesting, exciting, and she loves the class - but she most certainly doesn't love the whole class watching her just because she can do something almost instantly while they're still trying to get the hang of it.
Just like in Gryffindor Tower, she's an oddity in classes that aren't History of Magic - and even in there, but only because she can stay awake and takes notes - because she's so powerful, because what they're trying to learn seems to come so naturally to her. The truth is, she's been using her magic for half a decade and has gotten the hang of doing so - half of magic is believing it'll happen, the other half is knowing how to do it. McGonagall and Flitwick teach them how to do it, its up to them to believe it'll happen - and to pay attention in class, which she always does through force of habit.
She looks over, taking a break from her irritated thoughts, to see Ron Weasley - the boy from the train ride - nearly smacking the feather with his wand while saying the incantation wrong. She's amazed the feather hasn't blown up yet, or nobody's been injured, yet.
She grabs his wrist to stop the jerking movements, and says "Stop, your going to hurt someone like that. Probably yourself, honestly. Your technique is more likely to blow that poor feather up than float it, and saying an incantation wrong usually has disastrous effects."
Ron glares at her, and hotly says "Well, you do it then, miss everything-comes-so-naturally-to-me! Go on, do it! Your so much better at everything than everyone else, go on and do it!"
The class has gone dead silent, as Ron practically yelled it, and Bloom's face turns a bright red.
"Don't you dare try to judge me, Ron Weasley. You think I have it so great? Don't assume anything until you've walked a mile in my bloody shoes!" She whirls around to point her wand at her own feather in a very angry swish-and-flick, and shouts "WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!" The feather goes flying up to the ceiling at a breakneck speed, but Bloom doesn't even look as she's already halfway to the doorway with an absolutely furious expression on her face.
She likely doesn't even hear Professor Flitwick award her twenty points - or him calling her name to undo the extremely powerful Levitation Charm that the Feather was apparently too small to hold. The entire class-ful of stuff though, that seemed to be just about right. Including a few students.
Professor Flitwick tries to undo the Charm, but only manages to set about five items back down - to everyone's utter disbelief, her Charm really was that powerful. And it isn't breaking easily.
He gets the students back down first, then goes for the desks next - which, despite the Sticking Charms he placed on them so exactly this sort of thing didn't happen, are also floating up in the air. Once those are down, he retrieves the feathers - all but Bloom's, which burst into flames upon crashing into the ceiling at high speeds.
Draco stares at the doorway, where Bloom left, and he swears he can see…a bit of ash or soot on the floor where she stepped? No, must be dust, right? Who leaves ash or soot in their footsteps?
Well, maybe the fire-tempered girl that just floated the whole room in a snit.
To his dismay, nobody sees her for the rest of the classes.
She isn't at dinner either, which worries Draco more than anything else as she's always at the Gryffindor table before he even gets into the hall and is one of the last to leave - never missed a meal, and usually goes for a snack between classes.
This is wrong, very wrong - unheard of. There's one thing that's constant about Bloom Potter, and its her meals - she never gets anything less than a full plate of food at meals, much less misses them.
Quirrell announces to the entire hall that there's a troll in the Dungeons, which throws the hall into a panic - for an instant, Draco imagines Bloom would be the only one unfazed by that, still eating calmly while everyone else would be screaming and panicking.
Bloom's in the Girl's bathroom, having gone there because she needed to cool down and it's the one place she can think of where no prats like Ronald Weasley would barge in on her.
Try to help the prat, and that's the thanks I get.
Hermione - who came in when classes ended for the day - whispers "Bloom, look over at the door…"
There's a bloody Mountain Troll standing there.
They get split up after Bloom sent a fireball at the thing, and Bloom distracts the troll by jumping, waving her arms wildly, and yelling "Hey, pea-brain! Over here!"
Once Hermione's out of the way, Bloom points her wand at the club - the troll's hand slips right off, and then it stares at the club-less appendage for a minute. Bloom brings her wand down in a smashing motion - the club follows. Several times.
It's when Professor Snape clears his throat that she stops, realizing she's got an audience. And that the Troll's very unconscious.
Professors Snape and McGonagall are staring at her in utter shock, and Quirrell looks scared out of his mind. Suddenly feeling the exhaustion such a feat of magic inevitably brings her, Bloom spits out the first thing that comes to her so-much-shorter-tempered-mind. "Quick question, Professors. Wasn't this thing supposed to be in the bleeding dungeon?!"
Ron apologizes to her in the common room, and she waves him off and says "I'm not good company on Halloween. For a very good reason. For now…I'm going to bed. I'm exhausted. And hungry."
AN: He, everyone! A quick update between chapters! Happy early Christmas, in case I don't update before then! Yeah, Bloom hates Halloween - i don't remember if I said that before, but she does. Mainly because she keeps dreaming the night Lily and James died. On a side-note, though, because Dudley always got to stuff himself with candy until he was nearly sick and Bloom was stuck in her cupboard every time. Gee, wonder why she wouldn't like Halloween.
Anyway, enjoy! More updates are coming soon! Please review! I've gotten Valentine's Day worked out - which I'd actually forgotten about, since its been forever since I read HP2 - and I nearly choked on my horror when I saw the image of Lockhart's decorations. Honestly, could the man have any worse taste in 'morale-boosters'? Despite being in Ravenclaw, he truly was an idiot. The attention-seeking idiot Snape always thought Harry was.