Julia made sure to be early for Potions - she had heard horror stories
about Severus Snape, the potions master. She had also memorized almost the
entire Potions textbook. "Well, well, well. . .what do we have here, boys?
A Griffindor that was separated from the rest of the flock. I wonder who
it could be," came a snobbish voice from behind her.
"If you're really curious, why don't you ask me then, Draco?" Julia replied without turning around. She knew that she had the upper hand as of now, but once Snape got there, it'd be all over if she took a step out of line.
"Suppose I don't want to?" Draco's voice wasn't as confident this time. He didn't recognize the voice. For all he knew, it could be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. On the other hand, if it was a teacher, and he lost points, he could always get Snape to give him points quite easily. His nerve came back immediately.
"Then I suppose, you'll have to ask around then, won't you, Mr. Malfoy?" She knew she had gotten him there. After a moment, Draco skipped over to finding out who this voice belonged to.
"Why don't you turn around, so I can find out?"
As Julia whirled around, her eyes turned to an even icier blue than they already were. "Smile when you say that," her face was inches away from Draco's, "or this Yankee may forget her manners."
Draco could feel his very soul being pierced by this terrifying yet gorgeous girl's eyes. It threw him off tremendously. "Oh, r-really? And w-w-what might you do to me if I d-don't?" he stammered.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she whispered maliciously. At that, the rest of the Griffindors arrived, closely followed by Snape. Julia turned on her heel walked into the dungeon classroom, leaving Draco speechless.
Julia couldn't believe her luck. She had terrified Draco Malfoy and hadn't given him any reason to go crying to Snape. She hadn't performed any spells, she hadn't touched him, and she hadn't broken any other general rules. As Harry sat down next to her, he looked dumbfounded. Ron followed closely behind, yammering on about Draco. "Did you see Malfoy out there? The ass is just standing there with his mouth hanging open! Who could do that!?"
"I did," Julia quietly answered. "I had the element of surprise on my side," she quickly added. Even Hermione looked impressed.
"You didn't use any spells or anything, did you? That rich butt hole'll go running to Snape, and then you're really screwed," Ron warned.
"Course, anyone who's a Griffindor's screwed when Snape's around," Harry quickly whispered as Malfoy walked in, followed by Snape shortly after.
Snape looked exactly as Julia had imagined, complete with greasy black hair and hooked nose. "He kinda looks like Alan Rickman. . ."
Her thoughts were interrupted as Snape approached her slowly. "It looks as though we have," he looked around the room and then back at Julia's sapphire eyes, "a new student," he finished, his oily voice slicing through the silence, similar to a hot knife through butter. "Tell me, Miss Andrews. What is the importance of a bezoar?"
Julia thought for a moment. "A bezoar can save you from most poisons," she answered with some level of confidence."
Snape raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected her to know the answer. "Very good, Miss Andrews," he said as his beady black eyes studied her with suspicion. "And where would I be able to find one?"
"In the stomach of a goat, sir." Of course he, like Hermione, did not believe that she was a psychic, so he was convinced that the girl had actually studied the Potions text. He continued to quiz her for a while, covering most of the material from the past year or so AND some material that hadn't been covered quite yet, and eventually gave up. In reality, Julia actually did know most of the answers. For the two questions she didn't know, she did a quick search through Snape's mental repertoire to find the answer. Then he did something that caused the entire room to nearly keel over.
"Five points, Miss Andrews, will be awarded to Griffindor for coming prepared to class."
Hermione couldn't hold her tongue. "Professor Snape, I've been prepared for class every for the past 4 years and - "
"I don't recall requesting your opinion, Miss Granger. And if you don't shut that smart-alecky mouth of yours I may feel more than inclined to take those five points back from Griffindor. As for your complaint, Miss Andrews has told me only what I have asked of her, and nothing more. You give me a vocal term paper." Snape looked at the clock on the wall. His one-student pop quiz had taken up almost the entire class. "Class dismissed."
As the class filed out of the cold dungeon, emotions toward Julia were extreme. The Griffindors (save Hermione) were about ready to worship her as their goddess. Hermione and the Slytherins, on the other hand, were about ready to offer her up as human sacrifice for their god. Julia realized that it was hopeless to try to leave for lunch unnoticed, but she figured it was worth a try. Lavender and Pavarti got to her first.
"Good, Lord, Julia, that was brilliant! You stumped The Snake and you got him to let us out of class early!" she gushed.
"How did you do it?" Pavarti asked with enthusiasm equivalent to her friend's.
Trying to diminish their admiration for her, Julia just shrugged and answered honestly. "I just read over the material before class," she grinned sheepishly. She just wanted to help save the world, that's all. She didn't want to be famous for it or anything. These two were fawning over her as though she were related to Justin Timberlake. She was getting a little tired of the two girls drooling over her shadow. Coming up with an idea to get them off her back, she suddenly started in a foggy voice, "Girls, my Inner Eye is telling me that there is an important matter I must attend to in the solitude of my room. . . I hope you girls won't mind excusing me -"
"Oh, please forgive us, Julia!" Lavender squealed. "We didn't mean to interrupt your important schedule!" At that, the two girls sped off to lunch.
Julia couldn't believe how gullible the two were. She had them both wrapped tightly around her little finger. She couldn't help but pity them for their foolishness. As she headed up to the common room, she consulted her schedule to see what class she had next and when she had it. "Ooh, fun," she muttered. "Divination."
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At lunch, Harry and Ron knew better than to break Hermione's silence after what had just happened in Potions. The two also noted that despite the fact that she looked furious, Hermione also looked like she was neck deep in her thoughts. Without warning, "She's definitely a witch." The two boys gaped at her. "Well isn't it obvious? Think about it: before, the entire male population of Griffindor was falling all over her, and I thought that she may have been using a love potion of some sort. Today, (along with all the boys in this school turning to get a good look at her) she knew all the answers for Potions. If she's a muggle, there's no way on earth that she could have memorized half of the text. She has to be a witch, she has to be!" Ron and Harry looked at each other, then at Hermione, and then back at each other again. "Or," Ron said rather simply, "she could just be really hot." Hermione looked at Ron with disbelief. "Face it, Hermione," he continued, "you're just jealous because she's getting all the guys and you have no one, so you're automatically thinking she's some powerful witch bent on winning us over and then killing us all." At this, Hermione just looked at Ron with devastation and fury for a moment or two. Then she quickly gathered her books and bolted from the Great Hall towards the common room. Ron saw the Look Harry was giving him. "What?"
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"If you're really curious, why don't you ask me then, Draco?" Julia replied without turning around. She knew that she had the upper hand as of now, but once Snape got there, it'd be all over if she took a step out of line.
"Suppose I don't want to?" Draco's voice wasn't as confident this time. He didn't recognize the voice. For all he knew, it could be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. On the other hand, if it was a teacher, and he lost points, he could always get Snape to give him points quite easily. His nerve came back immediately.
"Then I suppose, you'll have to ask around then, won't you, Mr. Malfoy?" She knew she had gotten him there. After a moment, Draco skipped over to finding out who this voice belonged to.
"Why don't you turn around, so I can find out?"
As Julia whirled around, her eyes turned to an even icier blue than they already were. "Smile when you say that," her face was inches away from Draco's, "or this Yankee may forget her manners."
Draco could feel his very soul being pierced by this terrifying yet gorgeous girl's eyes. It threw him off tremendously. "Oh, r-really? And w-w-what might you do to me if I d-don't?" he stammered.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she whispered maliciously. At that, the rest of the Griffindors arrived, closely followed by Snape. Julia turned on her heel walked into the dungeon classroom, leaving Draco speechless.
Julia couldn't believe her luck. She had terrified Draco Malfoy and hadn't given him any reason to go crying to Snape. She hadn't performed any spells, she hadn't touched him, and she hadn't broken any other general rules. As Harry sat down next to her, he looked dumbfounded. Ron followed closely behind, yammering on about Draco. "Did you see Malfoy out there? The ass is just standing there with his mouth hanging open! Who could do that!?"
"I did," Julia quietly answered. "I had the element of surprise on my side," she quickly added. Even Hermione looked impressed.
"You didn't use any spells or anything, did you? That rich butt hole'll go running to Snape, and then you're really screwed," Ron warned.
"Course, anyone who's a Griffindor's screwed when Snape's around," Harry quickly whispered as Malfoy walked in, followed by Snape shortly after.
Snape looked exactly as Julia had imagined, complete with greasy black hair and hooked nose. "He kinda looks like Alan Rickman. . ."
Her thoughts were interrupted as Snape approached her slowly. "It looks as though we have," he looked around the room and then back at Julia's sapphire eyes, "a new student," he finished, his oily voice slicing through the silence, similar to a hot knife through butter. "Tell me, Miss Andrews. What is the importance of a bezoar?"
Julia thought for a moment. "A bezoar can save you from most poisons," she answered with some level of confidence."
Snape raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected her to know the answer. "Very good, Miss Andrews," he said as his beady black eyes studied her with suspicion. "And where would I be able to find one?"
"In the stomach of a goat, sir." Of course he, like Hermione, did not believe that she was a psychic, so he was convinced that the girl had actually studied the Potions text. He continued to quiz her for a while, covering most of the material from the past year or so AND some material that hadn't been covered quite yet, and eventually gave up. In reality, Julia actually did know most of the answers. For the two questions she didn't know, she did a quick search through Snape's mental repertoire to find the answer. Then he did something that caused the entire room to nearly keel over.
"Five points, Miss Andrews, will be awarded to Griffindor for coming prepared to class."
Hermione couldn't hold her tongue. "Professor Snape, I've been prepared for class every for the past 4 years and - "
"I don't recall requesting your opinion, Miss Granger. And if you don't shut that smart-alecky mouth of yours I may feel more than inclined to take those five points back from Griffindor. As for your complaint, Miss Andrews has told me only what I have asked of her, and nothing more. You give me a vocal term paper." Snape looked at the clock on the wall. His one-student pop quiz had taken up almost the entire class. "Class dismissed."
As the class filed out of the cold dungeon, emotions toward Julia were extreme. The Griffindors (save Hermione) were about ready to worship her as their goddess. Hermione and the Slytherins, on the other hand, were about ready to offer her up as human sacrifice for their god. Julia realized that it was hopeless to try to leave for lunch unnoticed, but she figured it was worth a try. Lavender and Pavarti got to her first.
"Good, Lord, Julia, that was brilliant! You stumped The Snake and you got him to let us out of class early!" she gushed.
"How did you do it?" Pavarti asked with enthusiasm equivalent to her friend's.
Trying to diminish their admiration for her, Julia just shrugged and answered honestly. "I just read over the material before class," she grinned sheepishly. She just wanted to help save the world, that's all. She didn't want to be famous for it or anything. These two were fawning over her as though she were related to Justin Timberlake. She was getting a little tired of the two girls drooling over her shadow. Coming up with an idea to get them off her back, she suddenly started in a foggy voice, "Girls, my Inner Eye is telling me that there is an important matter I must attend to in the solitude of my room. . . I hope you girls won't mind excusing me -"
"Oh, please forgive us, Julia!" Lavender squealed. "We didn't mean to interrupt your important schedule!" At that, the two girls sped off to lunch.
Julia couldn't believe how gullible the two were. She had them both wrapped tightly around her little finger. She couldn't help but pity them for their foolishness. As she headed up to the common room, she consulted her schedule to see what class she had next and when she had it. "Ooh, fun," she muttered. "Divination."
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At lunch, Harry and Ron knew better than to break Hermione's silence after what had just happened in Potions. The two also noted that despite the fact that she looked furious, Hermione also looked like she was neck deep in her thoughts. Without warning, "She's definitely a witch." The two boys gaped at her. "Well isn't it obvious? Think about it: before, the entire male population of Griffindor was falling all over her, and I thought that she may have been using a love potion of some sort. Today, (along with all the boys in this school turning to get a good look at her) she knew all the answers for Potions. If she's a muggle, there's no way on earth that she could have memorized half of the text. She has to be a witch, she has to be!" Ron and Harry looked at each other, then at Hermione, and then back at each other again. "Or," Ron said rather simply, "she could just be really hot." Hermione looked at Ron with disbelief. "Face it, Hermione," he continued, "you're just jealous because she's getting all the guys and you have no one, so you're automatically thinking she's some powerful witch bent on winning us over and then killing us all." At this, Hermione just looked at Ron with devastation and fury for a moment or two. Then she quickly gathered her books and bolted from the Great Hall towards the common room. Ron saw the Look Harry was giving him. "What?"
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