(A/N: Once again, everything belongs to the magnificent J.K Rowling.)
Goodbye Hogwarts part 3
Well, I was now in Slytherin. I got a big cheer from their table. The other tables shot dirty glances at our table. It turns out we were not much liked, owing to the fact we won the house cup 7 years in a row
Classes ran smoothly. I really didn't like to participate. Of course, there was Potions. Snape, who automatically liked anyone in slytherin, was nice to me, but I had a feeling deep down that he despised me. He was always taking points of Griffindor. This made Draco laugh. He made a point to everyday make fun of ron. I just kept my head down
It was a sunny day. We and the Griffindors were paired up for learning how to fly. All week, all I listened to was draco brag. I am not enjoying myself. I wish now that possibly I had talked to that red head kid now, but he hates me for hanging around with Draco. And so, I follow Draco around.
At flying lessons, madam hooch showed us how to summon our brooms. I was using a school broom. Draco used a fancy broom, no doubt that his parents bought him. Madam hooch said that he was holding his broom wrong. I couldn't really care, but I saw this gave Ron a smile. Madam hooch told us to go up slowly, then come down. This one clumsy griffindor, Nevile I think they call him, fell down and hurt himself, and had to take him away.
Draco jeered. He was laughing at all the Griffindors. Then he found Nevil's Memraball on the floor. With a smirk, he threw it up in the air, and then came down to the ground. As it shattered, so did my insides. I never felt worse.
Well, that's part 3. Keep the review coming, and I keep writing. Thank you to all those who reviewed my fics, and a special thanx goes out to Rita Skeeter (we both are schizophrenic) and The unknown Sorcerer. Bye all.
Goodbye Hogwarts part 3
Well, I was now in Slytherin. I got a big cheer from their table. The other tables shot dirty glances at our table. It turns out we were not much liked, owing to the fact we won the house cup 7 years in a row
Classes ran smoothly. I really didn't like to participate. Of course, there was Potions. Snape, who automatically liked anyone in slytherin, was nice to me, but I had a feeling deep down that he despised me. He was always taking points of Griffindor. This made Draco laugh. He made a point to everyday make fun of ron. I just kept my head down
It was a sunny day. We and the Griffindors were paired up for learning how to fly. All week, all I listened to was draco brag. I am not enjoying myself. I wish now that possibly I had talked to that red head kid now, but he hates me for hanging around with Draco. And so, I follow Draco around.
At flying lessons, madam hooch showed us how to summon our brooms. I was using a school broom. Draco used a fancy broom, no doubt that his parents bought him. Madam hooch said that he was holding his broom wrong. I couldn't really care, but I saw this gave Ron a smile. Madam hooch told us to go up slowly, then come down. This one clumsy griffindor, Nevile I think they call him, fell down and hurt himself, and had to take him away.
Draco jeered. He was laughing at all the Griffindors. Then he found Nevil's Memraball on the floor. With a smirk, he threw it up in the air, and then came down to the ground. As it shattered, so did my insides. I never felt worse.
Well, that's part 3. Keep the review coming, and I keep writing. Thank you to all those who reviewed my fics, and a special thanx goes out to Rita Skeeter (we both are schizophrenic) and The unknown Sorcerer. Bye all.