When I went into the Ravenclaw common room Abby and Jane were nowhere in sight. The common room was mostly populated with students lazying around on the furniture and doing homework by the crackling fire. My next stop was the dorm to see if Jane was doing her homework up there. But this simple trip became very awkward. A boy and a girl were sitting at the end of the stairs to the girl's dorm snogging each other's brains out.
This was clearly an obstacle but I wasn't quite there in the head. My mind was mostly taken up with thoughts of Malfoy (no, not that kind of thoughts). General thoughts of Malfoy that for some reason made my teeth clench but not in anger.
I embarrassingly fell over them which hurt but no one had the decency to ask me if I was okay (Ravenclaw house these days). The couple broke off their snogging fest to stare at the girl who had belly-flopped onto the stairs, which sadly was me. They looked at me their faces dripping in spit as if I were the one at fault, not them, the idiots whose snogging on the stairs was a complete safety hazard.
I stood up and twirled around to them as I walked away to give them look but they had already gone back to themselves. I shook my head, hornyness will be the end of us all.
No one was in the dorm except Angela and Violet who were thumbing through the latest issue of Witch Weekly. The room stunk of acetone and nail polish.
Well that was a complete waste of a journey.
I greeted them and fell down on top of my bed. I didn't feel like going through the snogging couple again and searching the castle for Abby and Jane. I suddenly felt too tired. I suppose running around with Malfoy for a couple of hours will do that to you. Still fully dressed I slipped under my covers and fell asleep.
"Rose… Rose…Rose…ROSE!"
"What!?" I snorted jumping up from my sleep. Sitting up like Voldemort returned from the dead and was in my room.
It was Abby standing over me at first I didn't recognise her because her eyebrows were the colour of bubble gum pink. She sitting on my bed tucking into a plastic bag full of multi-coloured sweets.
"You were snoring waaaaaay too loud," Abby pointed out as if that were an appropriate reason to wake me up from a nice sleep. She pushed the bag of sweets towards me.
"I don't snore," I said knowing fully well that if everyone says I snore I probably do. "What happen to your eyebrows? A freak caldron accident?"
Abby grinned like I was pointing out a nice haircut she had just gotten. "Fred and James were trying out this new sweet that makes your hair change colour. It's supposed to make each strand of your hair a different shade of pink!"
I was in the middle of stupidly chewing one of the sweets in Abby bag that I had just chucked into to my mouth. I immediately spat it back out in panic. I don't think red frizzy hair and pink eyebrows would be the best look for me.
"Abby!" I whined pointing at the sweets then touching my eyebrows.
"No," Abby laughed. "There normal sweets Fred gave me them cause my hair didn't turn 50 shades of pink."
I raised my eyebrow.
"Muggle reference," Abby explained smoothing her eyebrows over with her fingers. "You don't want to know."
"Is it permanent?" I asked referring to her eyebrows.
"I don't know. I wouldn't mind. I look wicked with these eyebrows."
"Wicked crazy."
"That's what Jane said."
"Where is Jane?" I said suddenly remembering the Jane and Longford sitting in a tree conversation we had earlier before my swimming adventure with Malfoy.
"Over here!" Jane called out from her bed. Her blue curtains were drawn around her bed.
"Is she mad at us?" I whispered to Abby.
"No, she's writing a secret letter," Abby whispered back.
"It isn't a secret letter," Jane called out to us. "It's to my parents but Abby keeps getting in my face with her pink eyebrows."
"You mean fabulous pink eyebrows," Abby said jumping up from my bed and striking a pose for an imaginary photographer. "That are on fleek."
"No, I mean so pink that they are giving me a migraine," Jane answered back.
"How is she with Longford?" I asked Abby in a lower whisper this time.
"I don't know she hasn't said anything about it," Abby said forgetting to whisper. "So maybe it didn't happen, maybe it was all just some weird Legilimency dream we shared."
"Highly unlikely but we can hope," I said through a mouth full of sweets.
"Or maybe we had a momentary connection with a parallel universe," Abby said her voice getting more dramatic.
"Hmmm.."
"Or maybe that wasn't even Jane at all, but a time travelling robot that works for Lord V. but is secretly an Order of the Phoenix agent," Abby exclaimed her voice getting to a dramatic climax.
"So it's Severus Snape?"
"Don't be stilly, Rose, Snape wasn't a time traveling robot."
"I can hear you," Jane spoke up. "And it did happen. I have decided to keep Eric to myself."
"Thank god," Abby said. "We didn't want to pick up any of his germs."
I nudged Abby in the ribs and got out of bed stretching as I got up. For some reason up until now, I hadn't noticed how dark the room had gotten. It was clearly evening now and a few lamps were lit.
"Did I miss dinner?" I asked my number one concern in life.
"Yes." Jane and Abby both answered.
"Why didn't someone wake me?"
"We weren't up here," Jane responded.
"We were worried when you didn't show up for like a second," Abby said.
"Thanks," I said sarcastically.
"We thought it was another Malfoy invasion." Abby continued. "But he was being his usual self at the Slytherin table. So then we knew it was either the Library or the dorm."
"I seriously will not be relying on you two if I ever get kidnapped," I huffed crossing my arms over my chest.
"Buuuutttt, we brought leftovers," Abby said pointing to the plate of food sitting on my trunk.
"Thanks, guys," I said quickly grabbing it and starting to eat. "Our friendship has been redeemed."
Shoveling food into my mouth I headed over to Jane's bed. I was still curious about the Eric thingy. I pulled back the curtains of the bed to reveal Jane hunched over her letter. She was bitting the end of her quill. She was using a book to lean the parchment on her lap.
I sat down next to her in the bed. Abby who had followed me perched at the end of the bed.
"Okay, boy talk!" I announced.
Jane sighed and put down her quill.
"There is nothing to 'boy talk' about."
"Come on," Abby urged grinning. "No secret kisses up against the lockers with Eric Longford."
"This school doesn't have lockers." Jane pointed out.
"No, but we have broom cupboards,"I said.
"Yes, Rose, the broom cupboards are the lockers of the school," Abby said.
"There has been no kissing what so ever," Jane said. "All that's happened is what I told you."
"Really?" Abby asked doubtfully. "That's boring."
"He did wink at me once," Jane said thinking. Abby and I leaned forward in anticipation. "But that could've been something in his eye."
"Winking is kind of creepy anyway," I said kindly.
Herbology has lost all of it's appeal to me. I think I'll drop it. It's not the plants or the dragon dung that's the problem. It's the greenhouse, greenhouse number three.
Ever since the 'Mandrake incident' with Malfoy at the start of the year (cringe) I have been unable to sit through the class without going red in the face or (and) having my thoughts pull me back to the memory (shudder).
I suppose I should be thankful Malfoy is… not as mean anymore so he doesn't taunt me about it. But that doesn't stop the rest of the class from doing it including Abby and Jane who still haven't gotten over it.
Nevile has taken some kind of pity on me (well, at least I hope it's pity) and doesn't use the hat to assign us partners anymore. We are allowed to pair up with whoever we want so yay!
Nevile has forced me, Abby and Jane to joined the Herbology club (not exactly forced more like would not stop chatting to us about it until we joined).
I am now a member of the Potions and Herbology club. The two clubs are very different. The Potions club is me and a couple of interesting people chilling in the potions classroom doing potions and bonding. The Herbology club is Nevile showing us various plants and telling his life story that some how relates to the plants. The reason I prefer the Potion's club over the Herbology club is that when the Herbology club is good it's amazingly good (Nevile showing us a deadly almost extinct plant from Brazil) and when it's bad it's sooooo unbelievably boring (Nevile showing us a dandelion.)
I tried the join the duelling club my second week back to school but was kicked out about five seconds after I stepped in the door.
"I've been thinking over the summer." said the captain of the duelling club as I walked in joining the circle of people surrounding him. "Why don't we use house elves as targets. They're alive, will move fast like a real person and have nothing better to be doing."
Oh no… he didn't.
"How dare you!" I said bursting through the group to confront the captain at its center. "House elves are an intelligent creature with rights and feelings!"
And I may have called him some extremely explicit things before I was carried out of the room by a really buff guy with more muscles than brains. I was locked out but that didn't stop me from dusting out my S.P.E.W badge and heading straight to McGonagall's office. On the way there I wrote a speech in my head about the rights of house elves and the thickness of the duelling captain.
Everyone on that team got detention. My work there was done. Even though I made some enemies and was called bitch it was all for the greater good. Mom would be proud.
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