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When school resumed things started slowly. Classes weren't as busy as they normally were, that was until there Potions double. Snape gave them truck loads of homework and there classes were getting harder and harder. And as is tradition Gryffindor topped the detention list. One of those was Harry.
"Potter! You can stay back at lunch and clean up!" Snape shouted angrily.
"Oh great." Muttered Harry under his breath to Makayla.
"What was that?" asked Snape moving close to them.
"He asked what's next?" said Makayla. "What ingredient."
"Hmm." replied Snape before walking away.
"Why is he so nice to you?" asked Harry bewildered.
"Cause I don't piss him off." Laughed Makayla.
"Oh! I don't piss him off."
"No not much!"
"That's it." And with that Harry flicked some of the potion at Makayla and she quickly turned her head so it went in her hair and turned it a deep, brown/red colour.
"Potter!" shouted Snape. The whole class stood silent. Snape could be quite scary some times. This being one of them.
"Had that gone in Miss Slaters eye she could have been blinded or if it had gone in her mouth she would have been poisoned badly. Have you no sense?" Snape stood towering over Harry, shaking with anger.
"It's okay. It just went in my hair." Said Makayla. She ran both her hands over her hair and it went black. She then shook her hands over the cauldron and it the potion dripped back into it.
"I want a 300 word assignment on why you shouldn't flick potions at someone. BY TOMORROW!" Snape then turned to Makayla.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Good." He then walked back up to his desk and sat watching Harry.
"I'll do it for you." Makayla whispered.
"Do what?"
"The assignment."
"You don't have to!" Harry replied kinda surprised that someone would WANT to do an assignment.
"Nah it's cool. You've got detention and heaps of homework, and besides it's my fault anyway."
"Ok.. Thanks."
They continued their Potion, which despite several attempts from Harry and Makayla, didn't explode and Snape stopped picking on Harry for that lesson. Class finished and Snape shouted, "Detention Potter!" as Harry tried to sneak out of the classroom.
He then turned and walked back into the room dragging his feet.
"See ya later Harry," said Hermoine, Ron and Makayla at the same time.
"So Makayla are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend?" asked Ron sounding ecstatic about it.
"Yeah. I don't think I need to ask if you are." She laughed.
"Well it's tomorrow so hopefully mum will send me some money so I can buy dungbombs," Ron rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
"Honestly!" sighed Hermoine.
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"Morning," said Hermoine when Makayla walked lazily to the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. She had a sleeveless black top on, long black hipster pants and a robe that was cut off at the knees over the top.
"Morning." Yawned Makayla.
"Didn't sleep well?" asked Ron.
"That's an understatement." She replied. "I was doing Harry's assignment all night." She lifted a rolled up piece of parchment onto the table.
"Speaking of Harry, where is he?" Ron looked around the hall.
"Probably still in bed, lucky bugger." Answered Makayla putting her elbow on the table and using that arm to hold her head up.
"Ah speak of the Wizard." Said Hermoine as Harry sat down next to her.
"Morning." He said cheerily.
"Here!" said Makayla chucking the parchment at him.
"Oh thanks." Said Harry looking at it. Makayla had managed to make her handwriting similar to Harry's as to not arise suspicion.
"Potter!" Snape had snuck up on Harry making him practically leap out of his clothes.
"Yes Professor." Harry turned to face the head of Slytherin house.
"Have you got the assignment?"
"Here it is." Harry handed the parchment to Snape who took it and walked off.
Soon people were getting ready to go to Hogsmeade and they followed Argus Filch there.
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"This is incredible." Said Makayla who was staring around the place stunned.
"Want a drink?" asked Hermoine who was walking arm in arm with Makayla.
"Yeah sure." Hermoine then steered her into the Three Broomsticks. They all sat at a four-seat table; the girls on one side the boys on another. Ron ordered 4 Butterbeers and they drank them happily while talking about things to come, like the Quiditch final.
"It's against Slytherin Harry and we know you can kick Malfoy's ass!" Ron insisted.
"Which is difficult cause his heads so far up it." Makayla added. Hermoine nearly spat her Butterbeer all over Ron who was opposite her and Ron and Harry looked at her in awe.
"What?" asked Makayla innocently. "Someone had to say it."
"Well when is the match? Next weekend?" Hermoine changed the subject.
"Yeah."
"Ya nervous?" Makayla could tell he was, she just wanted to see if he'd admit it.
"Yeah. I still don't see why you didn't become our keeper." He whinged.
"Because. Your old keeper was better in about a week so I wasn't even needed!"
"No I think you were afraid"
"AFRAID?" shouted Makayla. Everyone in the Three Broomsticks looked over at the four of them as they all laughed.
"I was joking."
"Yeah well.. It wasn't funny.. Okay maybe it was." Makayla decided to shut up and took a big drink.
"We should get going. Heaps to see." Said Hermoine looking at Makayla as if to say the boys weren't invited.
"Hmm." Makayla replied while drinking. She then put her tankard on the table and she left with Hermoine.
"Those to are pretty close, if you know what I mean," Ron elbowed Harry in the ribs.
"You're an idiot!" Harry laughed finishing his drink.
"Shall we follow their lead?" asked Ron
"Yep!" they then stood and left the Three Broomsticks.
It wasn't long before Ron and Harry caught up with Hermoine and Makayla.
"Hey have you seen the shrieking shack?" asked Ron.
"ER no." Makayla seemed uneasy.
"You've gotta see it." Ron began but Makayla cut him off as she shouted
"I can't!"
"Why not?" asked Hermoine.
"You guys can go up there if you want, I'll wait here." She turned and began to walk away from the other three.
"You guys go, I'll try and find out what's wrong." Harry then ran after Makayla.
"Mental that one!" Ron muttered as they headed to the shrieking shack.
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"Makayla!" it didn't take long till Harry had caught up with her.
"Hmm?" she began to act as if nothing had happened.
"Listen, I know your past hasn't been easy and believe me neither has mine, but you can't go around being distant with everyone. You've gotta move on."
"Listen Harry!" Makayla sounded fierce. "You act like you know what I feel and that you know what it's like but you have NO IDEA! So don't lecture me about moving on and being distant. You haven't got a clue!" she then turned and stormed off leaving Harry standing there looking like a stunned mullet.
He turned and ran back up the hill and found Ron and 'Moine at the Shrieking Shack.
"Hey where's 'Kayla?" Hermoine asked.
"She got pissed at me and took off." Harry said bluntly.
"What did you say to her?" asked Ron.
"It doesn't matter." Harry stared off into space. "Hey should we hit Zonkos?"
"Yeah alright!" Ron began to frollick away.
"Harry..." Hermoine begun "Never mind."
"We should go." Harry practically ran after Ron.
"Idiot!" muttered Hermoine.
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For the record I don't think Malfoy has his head up his ass!
When school resumed things started slowly. Classes weren't as busy as they normally were, that was until there Potions double. Snape gave them truck loads of homework and there classes were getting harder and harder. And as is tradition Gryffindor topped the detention list. One of those was Harry.
"Potter! You can stay back at lunch and clean up!" Snape shouted angrily.
"Oh great." Muttered Harry under his breath to Makayla.
"What was that?" asked Snape moving close to them.
"He asked what's next?" said Makayla. "What ingredient."
"Hmm." replied Snape before walking away.
"Why is he so nice to you?" asked Harry bewildered.
"Cause I don't piss him off." Laughed Makayla.
"Oh! I don't piss him off."
"No not much!"
"That's it." And with that Harry flicked some of the potion at Makayla and she quickly turned her head so it went in her hair and turned it a deep, brown/red colour.
"Potter!" shouted Snape. The whole class stood silent. Snape could be quite scary some times. This being one of them.
"Had that gone in Miss Slaters eye she could have been blinded or if it had gone in her mouth she would have been poisoned badly. Have you no sense?" Snape stood towering over Harry, shaking with anger.
"It's okay. It just went in my hair." Said Makayla. She ran both her hands over her hair and it went black. She then shook her hands over the cauldron and it the potion dripped back into it.
"I want a 300 word assignment on why you shouldn't flick potions at someone. BY TOMORROW!" Snape then turned to Makayla.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Good." He then walked back up to his desk and sat watching Harry.
"I'll do it for you." Makayla whispered.
"Do what?"
"The assignment."
"You don't have to!" Harry replied kinda surprised that someone would WANT to do an assignment.
"Nah it's cool. You've got detention and heaps of homework, and besides it's my fault anyway."
"Ok.. Thanks."
They continued their Potion, which despite several attempts from Harry and Makayla, didn't explode and Snape stopped picking on Harry for that lesson. Class finished and Snape shouted, "Detention Potter!" as Harry tried to sneak out of the classroom.
He then turned and walked back into the room dragging his feet.
"See ya later Harry," said Hermoine, Ron and Makayla at the same time.
"So Makayla are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend?" asked Ron sounding ecstatic about it.
"Yeah. I don't think I need to ask if you are." She laughed.
"Well it's tomorrow so hopefully mum will send me some money so I can buy dungbombs," Ron rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
"Honestly!" sighed Hermoine.
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"Morning," said Hermoine when Makayla walked lazily to the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. She had a sleeveless black top on, long black hipster pants and a robe that was cut off at the knees over the top.
"Morning." Yawned Makayla.
"Didn't sleep well?" asked Ron.
"That's an understatement." She replied. "I was doing Harry's assignment all night." She lifted a rolled up piece of parchment onto the table.
"Speaking of Harry, where is he?" Ron looked around the hall.
"Probably still in bed, lucky bugger." Answered Makayla putting her elbow on the table and using that arm to hold her head up.
"Ah speak of the Wizard." Said Hermoine as Harry sat down next to her.
"Morning." He said cheerily.
"Here!" said Makayla chucking the parchment at him.
"Oh thanks." Said Harry looking at it. Makayla had managed to make her handwriting similar to Harry's as to not arise suspicion.
"Potter!" Snape had snuck up on Harry making him practically leap out of his clothes.
"Yes Professor." Harry turned to face the head of Slytherin house.
"Have you got the assignment?"
"Here it is." Harry handed the parchment to Snape who took it and walked off.
Soon people were getting ready to go to Hogsmeade and they followed Argus Filch there.
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"This is incredible." Said Makayla who was staring around the place stunned.
"Want a drink?" asked Hermoine who was walking arm in arm with Makayla.
"Yeah sure." Hermoine then steered her into the Three Broomsticks. They all sat at a four-seat table; the girls on one side the boys on another. Ron ordered 4 Butterbeers and they drank them happily while talking about things to come, like the Quiditch final.
"It's against Slytherin Harry and we know you can kick Malfoy's ass!" Ron insisted.
"Which is difficult cause his heads so far up it." Makayla added. Hermoine nearly spat her Butterbeer all over Ron who was opposite her and Ron and Harry looked at her in awe.
"What?" asked Makayla innocently. "Someone had to say it."
"Well when is the match? Next weekend?" Hermoine changed the subject.
"Yeah."
"Ya nervous?" Makayla could tell he was, she just wanted to see if he'd admit it.
"Yeah. I still don't see why you didn't become our keeper." He whinged.
"Because. Your old keeper was better in about a week so I wasn't even needed!"
"No I think you were afraid"
"AFRAID?" shouted Makayla. Everyone in the Three Broomsticks looked over at the four of them as they all laughed.
"I was joking."
"Yeah well.. It wasn't funny.. Okay maybe it was." Makayla decided to shut up and took a big drink.
"We should get going. Heaps to see." Said Hermoine looking at Makayla as if to say the boys weren't invited.
"Hmm." Makayla replied while drinking. She then put her tankard on the table and she left with Hermoine.
"Those to are pretty close, if you know what I mean," Ron elbowed Harry in the ribs.
"You're an idiot!" Harry laughed finishing his drink.
"Shall we follow their lead?" asked Ron
"Yep!" they then stood and left the Three Broomsticks.
It wasn't long before Ron and Harry caught up with Hermoine and Makayla.
"Hey have you seen the shrieking shack?" asked Ron.
"ER no." Makayla seemed uneasy.
"You've gotta see it." Ron began but Makayla cut him off as she shouted
"I can't!"
"Why not?" asked Hermoine.
"You guys can go up there if you want, I'll wait here." She turned and began to walk away from the other three.
"You guys go, I'll try and find out what's wrong." Harry then ran after Makayla.
"Mental that one!" Ron muttered as they headed to the shrieking shack.
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"Makayla!" it didn't take long till Harry had caught up with her.
"Hmm?" she began to act as if nothing had happened.
"Listen, I know your past hasn't been easy and believe me neither has mine, but you can't go around being distant with everyone. You've gotta move on."
"Listen Harry!" Makayla sounded fierce. "You act like you know what I feel and that you know what it's like but you have NO IDEA! So don't lecture me about moving on and being distant. You haven't got a clue!" she then turned and stormed off leaving Harry standing there looking like a stunned mullet.
He turned and ran back up the hill and found Ron and 'Moine at the Shrieking Shack.
"Hey where's 'Kayla?" Hermoine asked.
"She got pissed at me and took off." Harry said bluntly.
"What did you say to her?" asked Ron.
"It doesn't matter." Harry stared off into space. "Hey should we hit Zonkos?"
"Yeah alright!" Ron began to frollick away.
"Harry..." Hermoine begun "Never mind."
"We should go." Harry practically ran after Ron.
"Idiot!" muttered Hermoine.
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For the record I don't think Malfoy has his head up his ass!