We're going to the Shadow Pool
"Class, class sit down!" Severus Snape yelled.
Everyone had been watching Sierra, Abby, and Mike. Especially Draco and Harry.
"Well, well, well. Harry really isn't our new celebrity!" Snape growled. "Look at what we have here: 3 mudblood Americans…"
"Well, Snape, if I say so myself, I don't take that as an insult. I'm rather proud of my mudblood self." Sierra had mocked him during the first part but during her second sentence she had actually spoke like her normal self.
"I'm surprised," Snape grinned. "No mudblood is proud of being born to muggles –and no mudblood has ever had absolutely no ancestry of wizards or witches before!"
"You've done your research, I see," Sierra grinned right back. "Sevvy shall I suggest we get started on the class and stop with the interrogation?"
"SEVVY? No but NO ONE calls me Sevvy! Only one person in my life has called me Sevvy and her name was NOT SIERRA!"
"No, her name was Lily."
By now everyone was backed against the wall. They could tell Snape was pissed. It was as obvious as a black cat against a white moon.
"HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT THAT! WHO TOLD YOU ABOUT LILY?!"
"Uh… A book?"
"A BOOK? What the… A book?"
Everyone was calmer now that Snape was. Even Draco had been a little scared by the sudden outburst.
"Well, yeah! Over in America ya'll are a book. That's how we know everything about ya'll! I mean, c'mon, haven't you ever heard of J.K. Rowling?"
"What about her?" Snape growled.
"Well she wrote the books… Sorry, she writes the books."
"I knew that woman was bad news but Dumbledore never listens to me!"
"Dude, Sevvy, don't we gotta class to do?"
He glanced at Sierra but wasn't going to argue with her any more. He knew that innocent look on her face and it scared him. ~Lily…~
Snape wrote stuff down on the board for the class.
Sierra lay down on her bed with a long sigh. Mike grumbled something as Sierra shrugged.
See, because of who they are they have to have their own room in the Gryffindor house. It's a very mean thing for some people but for them it works better. Since they do, Sierra can leave her music on all night so she can sleep. Mike can put up a barrier so he can't hear Sierra's music, which to him is very disturbing.
"I wonder what happens now," Sierra said.
"Don't ask me," Mike muttered.
Sierra laughed. "I expected that from you. Never mind, I won't ask anything more from you, Werner."
"All of a sudden you're using my last name?"
"Why not?"
"Well, Rudy, not a bad idea. Rudy sounds better than saying… your first name."
"What's 'a matter, Mike, can't say Sierra? Too disturbing for ya?"
He grunted and rolled over on his bed.
"Guess so. Anyway, I'm gonna sleep and forget about you."
"Good luck."
"God knows it," she grinned.
She slept well with thoughts of David only, thankfully. In the morning when Mike woke up he groaned.
Sierra laughed. "Rise and shine."
"Shut up."
"If I shut up the world would be in trouble," Sierra grinned.
Mike jumped off of the top bunk and glared at Sierra as she sat there writing in her journal. "How long have you been up?"
"Oh since about 8:00. Today's Wednesday, we don't got class till 8:30."
"Sierra it's already 8:15! BREAKFAST, MORON!"
"Oh yeah! I already ate though… It's a shame, really, that I already know shizzy like the stuff I know."
Mike shook his head after putting on his robes and walking out. Sierra got up and put her robes on and went into the common room where she sat near the already blazing fire and wrote more in her journal.
"I can't believe it. Those two are so weird," Hermione commented.
Harry looked down the table at Mike who sat alone not talking to anyone and finishing up Snape's homework. "Sierra's a lot different from Mike. He's quiet, she's loud. Sierra doesn't do her homework –at least, from what I see– and Mike does."
Mike glanced at Harry.
"Sierra's also not as cold as Mike is," he added.
"Yeah why does he act like that?" Ron wondered.
"Because Mike's a moron." Sierra sat down next to Harry. "He hates me so he thinks he can take it out on everyone here."
"Why does he hate you?"
Sierra smiled. "Let me let you in on a 'lil 411 on Mike and I.
"When I was in 8th grade earlier this year I saw this kid walk by and of course I thought he was cute. So I looked him up and my friend, Callie, knew him. So then she started telling me all this stuff about this kid until I got over obsessed with him. I stalked him and called him on the phone… It pretty much got out of control. Well, of course, he's the one. Mike." When they all gave her one of those stares, she nodded. "Yep, Mike Werner is that boy. Anyway, he hates me. So I figures that now that I know him better that I might as well hate him."
"Talk about shadow," Ron commented.
"It's pretty much like I'm living in the dark so it's kinda like a shadow pool."
"Shadow pool, right," Mike muttered. "If anything's a shadow pool it's Sierra's soul."
Sierra lay down in her bed and closed her eyes. For some reason she just knew there was going to be something big going on the next day. Oh yeah, of course her little flying lesson was in a couple of days but that wasn't bothering her. There was something else, something that Sierra just couldn't place. Maybe it was something that had to do with Mike, maybe it was something that had to do with her…
But that was Sierra. She could go on forever about worrying what was going to happen. And she always thought of bad stuff that could happen, never of the good. Okay so maybe to Sierra anything that had to do with her talking to Mike was good but whatever.
"Do you ever go to sleep?"
"Do you ever stop being yourself?"
Mike leaned over the bunk and looked down at her. "What's so bad about me being me?"
"You're cute, you're… Okay so you're cute. But that shouldn't matter… Even though it does. Anyway, I'm going to sleep now. I'll stop writing in my journal, just because."
"Right," Mike nodded, laying back down. "Right."
"Everything is right and nothing is left. How weird… Righty Left! Ooo another name for a band!"
Mike shook his head. "Someone has got to do something about her."
As normal their conversation was short lived. When Sierra fell asleep she dreamt about Jeff and the High School. It was weird, like normal. Then again, everything is weird to Sierra. (A/N: Like you care but everything IS weird.)
That'll hopefully be the shortest chapter but I ran out of good stuff to happen. Ahh you'll all see the "good stuff" when it comes up –don't worry, it's coming soon! I know, all this is BORING. Anyway.Z. disclaimer is I don't own anything that has to do with Harry Potter or Mike or Abby but I do own myself and the plot. (Don't people ever get bored of writing these disclaimers?) Believe me, the fourth chapter will be a LOT better than these three. Seriously!
