A/N: Please don't mind the language I use… Heheh… Though it actually isn't
much… Oh, and Mir is pronounced Meer, and Miri if you're reading this it's
not named after you, it's from Russian for "peace." But, if you want it to
be after you, okay! Also, don't feel ashamed if you say "dumb butt." I say
it all the time. But keep in mind, this is like 20 years in the future so
that's like saying "Jeepers creepers!" now.
Disclaimer: Like said before, I don't own my characters. I mean, I own my characters like Samantha and James and stuff, but not Harry Potter and Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. I don't own Gargamel either, well I own the character but not the name. Gargamel the name comes from the Smurfs owned by Peyo, but that Gargamel is evil and this one's not and he does NOT look anything like the Gargamel from the Smurfs. Could you imagine the one from the Smurfs as a superhero? Didn't think so. So, enough of that, no more disclaiming for me, enjoy the story!
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Samantha got into a carriage with her dorm mates, Sue Wood, Kerry O'Flaherty and Marilyn Jones. They gave her a look that said "Why are you here, bitch?" Samantha could feel her eyes watering and nose beginning to sting, so she looked away from them, blinking frequently so as to stop her from crying.
Once they got in the Great Hall, Samantha took a seat at the end of the Gryffindor table. Seats quickly filled up at the other end of the table. A tear rolled down her cheek and plopped onto her plate, then disappeared. (This started a commotion in the kitchens, for the house elves thought the ceiling was caving in.) When the first years entered, Samantha looked up at the Sorting ceremony but really wasn't paying attention. When a Gryffindor was selected, she clapped mildly, though absent-mindedly.
After the feast, Samantha trudged up the stairs with her House.
"God, can't you go any faster?" said Sue. "Fuck off," thought Samantha.
The next morning, Samantha got up early to go to breakfast. She ate quickly, got her schedule, and then hurried off to the library to continue writing her story in the hour she had before her first class, Ancient Runes.
The story Samantha was working on was, in her opinion, her best work so far. "But it still sucks," said the nagging voice in her head. Samantha, knowing it was true, tried to ignore the voice. She went back to writing about the Superwizard Gargamel and his sidekick Mir as they helped keep the wizarding world secret from nosy Muggles.
Samantha checked her watch. It was ten minutes to nine. She packed up her bag and headed to the Ancient Runes classroom. She got there early and took a seat in the back of the classroom. The lesson started and was actually quite interesting. Fortunately, she was the only Gryffindor there. The other students were three Ravenclaws, two Hufflepuffs, and a Slytherin. (There were so few students that year taking it so they were all in the same class.)
When the class was over, Samantha went back to the library to work on her story. "The Muggle official shot Gargamel with his gun, and he fell to the ground. 'Save me, Mir,' he said weakly. Mir looked at Gargamel, and then at the ever nearing Muggles. Should he save himself and the rest of the magic world, or help his best friend?" she wrote.
"Dun, dun, DUN!!!"
Samantha turned around to see James grinning, reading her story. "How ever will it end, Sammi?"
"Oh, shut up. I know I stink at writing…" said Samantha.
"No, you don't. I like this story the best out of all of yours," said James. "Where were you for Care of Magical Creatures, Sammi?"
Samantha looked confused. "I take Ancient Runes, dumb butt." Imediately after she said that, she regretted it. "Dumb butt? DUMB BUTT? Who says 'dumb butt' anymore? The only one who's a dumb butt is you," she told herself.
"It's almost one o'clock, do you want to go to lunch?" asked James.
"Um, Sure." Samantha put her stuff away.
"What did you do that for? He probably just said that because he feels sorry for you!" Samantha looked to her left and saw a little devil floating by her head.
"Oh, hush. She's just trying to make friends. And a girl has to eat, you know." She turned to her right to see a tiny angel.
"Why do you keep turning your head to the side?" asked James.
"Uh, you know! Cracking my neck, that's all." Said Samantha.
Disclaimer: Like said before, I don't own my characters. I mean, I own my characters like Samantha and James and stuff, but not Harry Potter and Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. I don't own Gargamel either, well I own the character but not the name. Gargamel the name comes from the Smurfs owned by Peyo, but that Gargamel is evil and this one's not and he does NOT look anything like the Gargamel from the Smurfs. Could you imagine the one from the Smurfs as a superhero? Didn't think so. So, enough of that, no more disclaiming for me, enjoy the story!
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Samantha got into a carriage with her dorm mates, Sue Wood, Kerry O'Flaherty and Marilyn Jones. They gave her a look that said "Why are you here, bitch?" Samantha could feel her eyes watering and nose beginning to sting, so she looked away from them, blinking frequently so as to stop her from crying.
Once they got in the Great Hall, Samantha took a seat at the end of the Gryffindor table. Seats quickly filled up at the other end of the table. A tear rolled down her cheek and plopped onto her plate, then disappeared. (This started a commotion in the kitchens, for the house elves thought the ceiling was caving in.) When the first years entered, Samantha looked up at the Sorting ceremony but really wasn't paying attention. When a Gryffindor was selected, she clapped mildly, though absent-mindedly.
After the feast, Samantha trudged up the stairs with her House.
"God, can't you go any faster?" said Sue. "Fuck off," thought Samantha.
The next morning, Samantha got up early to go to breakfast. She ate quickly, got her schedule, and then hurried off to the library to continue writing her story in the hour she had before her first class, Ancient Runes.
The story Samantha was working on was, in her opinion, her best work so far. "But it still sucks," said the nagging voice in her head. Samantha, knowing it was true, tried to ignore the voice. She went back to writing about the Superwizard Gargamel and his sidekick Mir as they helped keep the wizarding world secret from nosy Muggles.
Samantha checked her watch. It was ten minutes to nine. She packed up her bag and headed to the Ancient Runes classroom. She got there early and took a seat in the back of the classroom. The lesson started and was actually quite interesting. Fortunately, she was the only Gryffindor there. The other students were three Ravenclaws, two Hufflepuffs, and a Slytherin. (There were so few students that year taking it so they were all in the same class.)
When the class was over, Samantha went back to the library to work on her story. "The Muggle official shot Gargamel with his gun, and he fell to the ground. 'Save me, Mir,' he said weakly. Mir looked at Gargamel, and then at the ever nearing Muggles. Should he save himself and the rest of the magic world, or help his best friend?" she wrote.
"Dun, dun, DUN!!!"
Samantha turned around to see James grinning, reading her story. "How ever will it end, Sammi?"
"Oh, shut up. I know I stink at writing…" said Samantha.
"No, you don't. I like this story the best out of all of yours," said James. "Where were you for Care of Magical Creatures, Sammi?"
Samantha looked confused. "I take Ancient Runes, dumb butt." Imediately after she said that, she regretted it. "Dumb butt? DUMB BUTT? Who says 'dumb butt' anymore? The only one who's a dumb butt is you," she told herself.
"It's almost one o'clock, do you want to go to lunch?" asked James.
"Um, Sure." Samantha put her stuff away.
"What did you do that for? He probably just said that because he feels sorry for you!" Samantha looked to her left and saw a little devil floating by her head.
"Oh, hush. She's just trying to make friends. And a girl has to eat, you know." She turned to her right to see a tiny angel.
"Why do you keep turning your head to the side?" asked James.
"Uh, you know! Cracking my neck, that's all." Said Samantha.