Tuesday
Harry sat up in bed and yawned, trying to shake the fuzziness of sleep out of his head. It was Tuesday, Harry hated Tuesdays. Tuesdays meant double potions with his least favourite teacher - Professor Snape.
Harry looked around the room, it seemed empty. Ron and Seamus had already left for breakfast, and Dean was still asleep. Harry crawled out of bed and began to sift through his trunk, looking for a clean robe. Nothing - Harry sighed and pulled on yesterdays robes. He could already tell it was going to be one of those days.
After a long search for his missing shoe, Harry managed to haul himself downstairs to the Great Hall for breakfast. He was just in time to see the last handful of late risers dashing out of the Great Hall in hopes they would get to class on time.
With a groan Harry remembered what else Tuesday s meant - Divination first up. Wearily Harry trudged up the stairs, forgetting, for the first time since his first month at school to step over the trick stair, and realising halfway up that he was supposed to have brought his planet chart.
It was already to late to go back to get it, so he simply pushed open the trapdoor, and found his senses overwhelmed by the heavy incense Professor Trelawny always burned.
"Harry!" The woman exclaimed, "Your aura is black today. You need a restorative, lavender and thyme I think." She thrust a cup into his hands. Harry inhaled the contents in one gulp, afraid to refuse. She stole the cup from his hand and stared down into the clean bottom, "The dregs, my dear boy! You drank them. This bodes very badly indeed."
She hurried Harry out of the room, "Quickly, go to your next lesson, and watch out for."
Harry didn't hear her warning as he began to run down the stairs at top speed.
Herbology was awful. Harry had lost one of his dragonhide gloves, and had needed to borrow Professor Sprouts bright pink ones. He had been partnered with a Hufflepuff, who had spent the whole lesson asking about you-know-who and Sprout had given his detention when he lost his temper.
Finally Harry thought he had a reprieve as he slunk into the Great Hall for lunch. He didn't even bother to find Ron and Hermione, but thumped down on the closest seat, completely exhausted.
The golden plates filled, and as he saw the food, Harry's stomach rolled in protest. Fried chicken liver, tripe, brussel sprouts and a cod liver oil sauce. Closing his eyes in order to keep what remained of his appetite Harry took a huge swig of his drink. It didn't taste like pumpkin juice. He tried to swallow it, but failed miserably. Harry opened a weary eye, on the other side of the table, Seamus Finnigan sat, covered in Prune juice.
Harry moaned into his hands "This day couldn't get any worse. And I still have potions."
Notes: Okay I could have wrote more. At the moment it's exactly 500 words. I wrote it for a stupid Short Story comp. But it's not that good, and I don't think I'll be able to send it in so Nyah! As always R/R tell me if you like it hate it, or think I should burn it. Any review will make me jump up and down and scream with excitement!
Harry sat up in bed and yawned, trying to shake the fuzziness of sleep out of his head. It was Tuesday, Harry hated Tuesdays. Tuesdays meant double potions with his least favourite teacher - Professor Snape.
Harry looked around the room, it seemed empty. Ron and Seamus had already left for breakfast, and Dean was still asleep. Harry crawled out of bed and began to sift through his trunk, looking for a clean robe. Nothing - Harry sighed and pulled on yesterdays robes. He could already tell it was going to be one of those days.
After a long search for his missing shoe, Harry managed to haul himself downstairs to the Great Hall for breakfast. He was just in time to see the last handful of late risers dashing out of the Great Hall in hopes they would get to class on time.
With a groan Harry remembered what else Tuesday s meant - Divination first up. Wearily Harry trudged up the stairs, forgetting, for the first time since his first month at school to step over the trick stair, and realising halfway up that he was supposed to have brought his planet chart.
It was already to late to go back to get it, so he simply pushed open the trapdoor, and found his senses overwhelmed by the heavy incense Professor Trelawny always burned.
"Harry!" The woman exclaimed, "Your aura is black today. You need a restorative, lavender and thyme I think." She thrust a cup into his hands. Harry inhaled the contents in one gulp, afraid to refuse. She stole the cup from his hand and stared down into the clean bottom, "The dregs, my dear boy! You drank them. This bodes very badly indeed."
She hurried Harry out of the room, "Quickly, go to your next lesson, and watch out for."
Harry didn't hear her warning as he began to run down the stairs at top speed.
Herbology was awful. Harry had lost one of his dragonhide gloves, and had needed to borrow Professor Sprouts bright pink ones. He had been partnered with a Hufflepuff, who had spent the whole lesson asking about you-know-who and Sprout had given his detention when he lost his temper.
Finally Harry thought he had a reprieve as he slunk into the Great Hall for lunch. He didn't even bother to find Ron and Hermione, but thumped down on the closest seat, completely exhausted.
The golden plates filled, and as he saw the food, Harry's stomach rolled in protest. Fried chicken liver, tripe, brussel sprouts and a cod liver oil sauce. Closing his eyes in order to keep what remained of his appetite Harry took a huge swig of his drink. It didn't taste like pumpkin juice. He tried to swallow it, but failed miserably. Harry opened a weary eye, on the other side of the table, Seamus Finnigan sat, covered in Prune juice.
Harry moaned into his hands "This day couldn't get any worse. And I still have potions."
Notes: Okay I could have wrote more. At the moment it's exactly 500 words. I wrote it for a stupid Short Story comp. But it's not that good, and I don't think I'll be able to send it in so Nyah! As always R/R tell me if you like it hate it, or think I should burn it. Any review will make me jump up and down and scream with excitement!
