~ * ~ BROKEN HEARTS AND SHATTERED SOULS ~ * ~
THE UNKNOWN SLYTHERIN
Disclaimer: (I forgot to add one, so here it is) No, I'm not trying to do any plagiarism here or anything, the characters in the story belong to the very talented author (A.K.A. writer of the Harry Potter series), J.K. Rowling. Well, the characters that were created by mwa (lol) are Cindy, Leah, Maggie, Kara, Thomas (Tony), and a few other characters. Anyways, enjoy & PLEASE remember to R&R &maybe send me an email. I'm bored^^
"C'mon! Cindy, wake up! Me, Kara, and Maggie are going down for breakfast early!"
"W-what?" Cindy murmured drowsily as she slowly opened her eyelids. After blinking sleepily, she saw Leah leaning over her with a big grin on her face.
"Why the smile, Leah?" She stretched and sat up.
"Duh, silly! Christmas vacation? Ring a bell?"
"We still have one more day of classes," Cindy reminded her.
"So? Christmas is still only a few days away. C'mon!" At that, Leah grabbed Cindy firmly by the arm and tried to force her out of bed.
"Leah!" Cindy tried to get her arm out of her friend's grasp. "If you keep this up, you're gonna pull my arm right out of its socket!"
"Sorry." Leah blushed slightly as she let go of the other girl's arm.
"T-that's okay," Cindy replied as she moved her arm around to allow the blood flow to return normally.
"So, what were you saying again?" Cindy looked up and gave her usual cheery smile (ignoring the fact that she wasn't in the mood for smiling at the moment).
"About us meeting Maggie and Kara downstairs?"
Cindy nodded.
"Oh.yes. C'mon!" she repeated, getting all ecstatic again, "I'm starvin'!"
"Me, too, but why are we going down early?"
Leah shrugged. "I dunno-I guess they want us to all chat without the crowd for once. Us, Ravenclaws, rarely get that peace and quiet, anyway."
Cindy giggled. "What are you talking about? All we really ever do is read, work, and study!"
"Not ALL Ravenclaws are the hard-working type, ya know," Leah opinionated, "I'm usually right dab in the middle of the gossiping and hysterical laughter. So, must of us are not really that shy."
Cindy sighed inwardly and gave a small smile. "Alright, point well-taken. Let's just go meet the others downstairs and eat. I'm starvin'!"
"Hey, that's what I've been telling you!"
So, Leah helped Cindy get dressed (Leah was already in her uniform).
"Here! Wear these gold hoop earrings, they go beautifully with that pretty little face of yours."
Cindy smiled coyly and took the earrings from her friend, putting her face close to them as if doing some sort of really close observation in Potions class.
"I don't usually wear these."
"Why not?" Leah gasped, "They're so pretty!"
The other shrugged. "Oh, well, since they're already out." She attached the earrings to the pierced part of each ear and afterward, looked into her mirror. She gave a satisfied smile at her reflection.
"Told'ya," said Leah as she grabbed a few strands of Cindy's almost black hair, "Here, want me to French-braid your hair?"
She nodded. As Leah worked with nimble finger on her hair, Cindy put a light shade of shiny gloss on her lips. Everyone always said she had natural beauty, so she didn't need much make-up. But, she always seemed to get bashful when anyone ever mentioned it to her, and she hated it.
"Ah, there we are." Leah tied off the end of the braid and smiled triumphantly. "Oh, Cindy, I'm a genius!"
"Ooo, I wanna see!" Cindy trilled eagerly.
Without anything but a smile, Leah gave Cindy the braid she had created, and looked highly amused at the astonished look on the girl's face.
"Oh, Leah, it's lovely!" Cindy breathed, "And you even tied it in blue ribbons; you're the best!" She wrapped her arms around Leah, and they both laughed.
"Alas, Mademoiselle, I am zat of a naturally born artist, after all," said Leah, putting on a strong accent.
"I must agree with you on zat, fair queen of arts of the hair," Cindy responded with the same accent and gave a slight bow.
After a few moments of the girls' usual laughter, a girl with very light brown hair and dark hazel eyes poked her head into the room with an impatient face. "Guys! What are you doing?" she hissed.
"What?" Cindy and Leah whirled around. "Kara! We forgot-sorry-"
"Never mind that," Kara snapped. Sometimes she could be very snooty without even realizing it, but Cindy and Leah had learned to ignore it. "You're gonna wake the rest of our dorm-mates!" She gave a sharp glance at the still-sleeping girls, lying peacefully on their beds.
Cindy and Leah did the same.
Hmm, must've over-studied, Cindy thought with a tiny grin.
The three already-awake Ravenclaw girls rushed out of their dorm, and headed down the hall. At the end of the hall waited Maggie. Her reddish brown hair gave a shine as the sunlight from the window hit her.
"Finally! I thought you'd never come!"
All four of them made it into a deserted Great Hall. They were just thankful they didn't run into Filch.
"So, where d'you want to sit?" Leah asked.
"Anywhere that's not crowded," Kara snorted, and they all shared a moment of laughter before taking a seat at the left end of the Ravenclaw table. As if by magic (just my little sense of humor), pancakes, french toast, eggs, porridge, sausage, and two pitchers of orange juice appeared instantly in front of them.
"Mmm, everything sure looks good," Cindy commented, feeling her mouth water.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's eat!" They looked like four wild wolverines devouring the meat of an animal they had just killed. If Cindy's mother had caught her daughter eating in this unladylike manner, she would have her head.
"Oh, did you hear?" Kara finally spoke after swallowing a piece of sausage, "Roger might come to visit the Slytherin verses Ravenclaw Quidditch match!"
"He is?!" Maggie spit out some of her orange juice, but she didn't seem to care, "Remember that crush I had on him for three straight years flat?"
Kara laughed at the memory. "Yea, and I was like, 'Magpie, you betta get over that little thing for Roger. Besides, remember how that Terry Boot kid always used to have his eye on you?" She winked and the two of them giggled hard. Cindy and Leah rolled their eyes with a smile, but continued eating.
"Ya know people have been calling me 'Magpie' since I was, like, three. I just wish everyone would stop!"
Kara put her arm around her. "Sorry, Mags, we didn't know how you felt about it. With all due apologies."
"Mags! That's even worse!"
"Fine, Magpie it is, then."
Kara smiled with satisfaction at the scowl on Maggie's face.
They would've chatted on longer, but stopped suddenly when a boy entered the Great Hall. He had a rather handsome face with tidy jet-black hair and flaming half-gray, half-crimson eyes. By the green robes he wore, the boy was undoubtedly a Slytherin. For some reason, he sent shivers down Cindy's spine.
"Who's he?" Maggie whispered, "I don't remember ever seeing him before."
"I think Tank or Tommy or whatever." Kara shrugged and didn't seem that interested, "I heard he was kind of shy, but he's really smart."
Cindy scoffed. "Ha! A shy and intelligent Slytherin? Who would've saw that coming?"
"Possible." said Maggie thoughtfully.
The mysterious Slytherin boy gave a side-glance at the four Ravenclaws, but continued on his way to his table until he sat down. He ignored the breakfast that was magically placed in front of him like with the Ravenclaws. "He's strange, that one." said Leah slowly.
The rest nodded.
They decided it would be best to ignore him and kept on eating- silently. Soon students rushed through the Hall like a herd of frightened buffalo. Oh well, deserved and appreciated silence didn't last forever-on the contrary-nothing ever did.
"Hey, what do y'all have first period?" Kara shouted through the now very noisy Great Hall.
"Er-Charms," Cindy replied carefully as she reread her current schedule.
"Me, too," Leah chimed in.
"Aw, I have Transfiguration, damn it." Maggie scowled at the schedule.
"What's so bad about Transfiguration?"
"Remember?" Maggie raised a brow. "We have to transfigure a freakin' chair into a pig."
"Oh, yea," Kara looked up at the ceiling with twinkling eyes as she recalled the memory. "Totally sucks. I know I'm gonna fail when-shoot! I have it second period!"
"And they say Ravenclaws are so smart." a deep, drawling voice loomed behind them. They didn't have to turn around to find out who it was. Marcus Flint. He had been bothering them ever since he found out Cindy would be playing the position of Seeker after their current Seeker had unexpectantly become ill. Everyone knew Cindy was an excellent flyer to begin with, but she was too nervous to try out. At least now she could prove herself.
"Oh, no, not you again," Kara growled, her face contorted into anger immediately, "Just go back with your pack of slimy reptiles where they could eat you all up and quit tormenting us for even just today!"
The large Slytherin chuckled softly, "Oh, dear Kara, you are just as sweet and innocent as a pretty girl like you could get." He laid his hand on her shoulder in which she slapped back furiously. Cindy gritted her teeth and stood up.
"You know what, Flint? You are just a no-good ignorant bullying git who's going to get no where in life! So, why don't you do something useful for once and leave us alone!"
With this, Flint just laughed even harder and walked up to Cindy with a smug smirk. Cindy glowered and shook her fist.
"Oh, an opponent team member telling me off? I'm very impressed."
"I am only the RESERVE Seeker if you've forgotten, stupid," Cindy hissed, her temper worsening.
At her last remark, Flint's face reddened a bit, but it didn't stop him from pestering them even more.
"Young Cindy, you know it doesn't matter, you're still my opponent Seeker." He grinned even wider and was about to put his arm around her shoulder when she grabbed him tightly by the arm.
"Hey, let me go, girl!" He had finally lost his temper and with all his might jolted his arm to get her to let go. Of course, he was much stronger and didn't have to put up much of a fight.
"If you ever-EVER do that to me again, I'll-" He leaned over her threateningly and before Cindy knew it, they were face-to-face. She knew that if he tried, he could hurt her badly with one punch. She heard her other friends gasp with horror, but they seemed to be too afraid to even move a muscle.
"What in Merlin's Beard is going on here?" said a harsh voice and a pair of shoes rushed their way. It was the Headmistress of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagal (argh, is that how you spell her name??lol).
Cindy, who had been holding her breath in fright, gasped with relief. Even though her friends' faces were chalk white, they looked very much relieved, too.
"It was him, Professor!" Leah screeched instantly, angrily pointing her finger at the Slytherin. His face turned slightly pale.
McGonagal turned to both Cindy and Flint and glared.
"What happened?"
"He tried to hurt me, Professor!" Cindy cried.
"No I wasn't!"
"Yes you were!"
"Yeah, well you were the one who beat my arm!"
"I didn't beat it!"
"Silence!" McGonagal shouted, causing a few nearby students to stare at her. The two stopped bickering abruptly.
"Well, as I saw when I first walked over to you, Mister Flint, you WERE looking as if you wanted to do something to Miss Hewitt over here." Flint gave his best attempt to look perplexed and shocked. Cindy thought he looked more like he had just swallowed a Bertie Botts booger-flavored bean.
"Mister Flint, may I see your arm?"
He grunted and glowered at the Professor, but gave her his arm anyway. The worse it had on it were a few slight red marks.
"Not much damage done here." she said slowly and looked back up at the two with a stern expression as she let go of Flint's arm.
"Five points from Ravenclaw and ten from Slytherin."
"What?! That's so bloody damn unfair!" Flint raged.
"FIFTEEN points for using that language in front of me!" she snapped.
The four Ravenclaw girls smiled with satisfaction to themselves.
"But-but-" Even though he was dumb, he knew that he couldn't say anything to McGonagal to change her mind, so he just growled and stormed away.
The headmistress simply looked and walked away as if nothing had happened.
After a few moments of silence, they burst out laughing.
"C'mon, Cindy! We're gonna be late for class!" Leah groaned impatiently as they rushed to the Charms room, Cindy lagging slightly behind.
"This bag is so damn heavy, Leah!" Cindy complained in exasperation as she struggled to run and hold on to her bag at the same time. Then her bag slipped out of her hands and almost every thing in it splattered to the ground.
"Shoot!" Cindy raged and bent over to pick up everything. When she saw Leah rushing over to help her, she said, "Don't bother, Leah. Tell Flitwick I'll be there shortly."
"Are you sure?"
Cindy nodded impatiently. As her friend's hurrying footsteps died away, she placed everything back in her bag and slowly picked it up and put her arm through the hoop of the straps. Just as she was about to sprint to her class, she bumped into someone and fell over, the contents inside her bag fell out once again.
"Oh, damn it!" Cindy yelled angrily, and realizing someone else was there, blushed and looked up. It was the mysterious Slytherin boy that had walked into the Great Hall earlier.
"I'm so sorry!" he said quickly. His voice was strong and deep, but it had a nice tone. He helped Cindy pick up the fallen items and put them back in her bag. Afterward, he stood up, and seeing the Ravenclaw girl struggle to stand with the heavy bag, he helped her up, too.
"Um-thanks," said Cindy awkwardly. As she began to notice him more, she found herself caught up in how unbelievably fiery his eyes were. Somehow, it seemed as if she had met him before.
For some reason, the boy blushed. "Er-I should get going. I don't wanna be late, and I don't want to hold you up, either."
"No, no, it's okay, but-" Cindy hesitated for a moment. "What's your name?" she said all in a hurry.
"What? Oh, Thomas. But, I like Tony better."
"My name's Cindy." She laughed nervously and had a very strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Well, we should get going-my friend, Leah, has already excused me, but I should hurry anyway-don't want you to be late, um, see you-I mean, good bye!"
"Er-bye," Tom replied, and they both rushed to their assigned classes, Cindy suddenly forgetting the heavy weight of her bag.
Disclaimer: (I forgot to add one, so here it is) No, I'm not trying to do any plagiarism here or anything, the characters in the story belong to the very talented author (A.K.A. writer of the Harry Potter series), J.K. Rowling. Well, the characters that were created by mwa (lol) are Cindy, Leah, Maggie, Kara, Thomas (Tony), and a few other characters. Anyways, enjoy & PLEASE remember to R&R &maybe send me an email. I'm bored^^
"C'mon! Cindy, wake up! Me, Kara, and Maggie are going down for breakfast early!"
"W-what?" Cindy murmured drowsily as she slowly opened her eyelids. After blinking sleepily, she saw Leah leaning over her with a big grin on her face.
"Why the smile, Leah?" She stretched and sat up.
"Duh, silly! Christmas vacation? Ring a bell?"
"We still have one more day of classes," Cindy reminded her.
"So? Christmas is still only a few days away. C'mon!" At that, Leah grabbed Cindy firmly by the arm and tried to force her out of bed.
"Leah!" Cindy tried to get her arm out of her friend's grasp. "If you keep this up, you're gonna pull my arm right out of its socket!"
"Sorry." Leah blushed slightly as she let go of the other girl's arm.
"T-that's okay," Cindy replied as she moved her arm around to allow the blood flow to return normally.
"So, what were you saying again?" Cindy looked up and gave her usual cheery smile (ignoring the fact that she wasn't in the mood for smiling at the moment).
"About us meeting Maggie and Kara downstairs?"
Cindy nodded.
"Oh.yes. C'mon!" she repeated, getting all ecstatic again, "I'm starvin'!"
"Me, too, but why are we going down early?"
Leah shrugged. "I dunno-I guess they want us to all chat without the crowd for once. Us, Ravenclaws, rarely get that peace and quiet, anyway."
Cindy giggled. "What are you talking about? All we really ever do is read, work, and study!"
"Not ALL Ravenclaws are the hard-working type, ya know," Leah opinionated, "I'm usually right dab in the middle of the gossiping and hysterical laughter. So, must of us are not really that shy."
Cindy sighed inwardly and gave a small smile. "Alright, point well-taken. Let's just go meet the others downstairs and eat. I'm starvin'!"
"Hey, that's what I've been telling you!"
So, Leah helped Cindy get dressed (Leah was already in her uniform).
"Here! Wear these gold hoop earrings, they go beautifully with that pretty little face of yours."
Cindy smiled coyly and took the earrings from her friend, putting her face close to them as if doing some sort of really close observation in Potions class.
"I don't usually wear these."
"Why not?" Leah gasped, "They're so pretty!"
The other shrugged. "Oh, well, since they're already out." She attached the earrings to the pierced part of each ear and afterward, looked into her mirror. She gave a satisfied smile at her reflection.
"Told'ya," said Leah as she grabbed a few strands of Cindy's almost black hair, "Here, want me to French-braid your hair?"
She nodded. As Leah worked with nimble finger on her hair, Cindy put a light shade of shiny gloss on her lips. Everyone always said she had natural beauty, so she didn't need much make-up. But, she always seemed to get bashful when anyone ever mentioned it to her, and she hated it.
"Ah, there we are." Leah tied off the end of the braid and smiled triumphantly. "Oh, Cindy, I'm a genius!"
"Ooo, I wanna see!" Cindy trilled eagerly.
Without anything but a smile, Leah gave Cindy the braid she had created, and looked highly amused at the astonished look on the girl's face.
"Oh, Leah, it's lovely!" Cindy breathed, "And you even tied it in blue ribbons; you're the best!" She wrapped her arms around Leah, and they both laughed.
"Alas, Mademoiselle, I am zat of a naturally born artist, after all," said Leah, putting on a strong accent.
"I must agree with you on zat, fair queen of arts of the hair," Cindy responded with the same accent and gave a slight bow.
After a few moments of the girls' usual laughter, a girl with very light brown hair and dark hazel eyes poked her head into the room with an impatient face. "Guys! What are you doing?" she hissed.
"What?" Cindy and Leah whirled around. "Kara! We forgot-sorry-"
"Never mind that," Kara snapped. Sometimes she could be very snooty without even realizing it, but Cindy and Leah had learned to ignore it. "You're gonna wake the rest of our dorm-mates!" She gave a sharp glance at the still-sleeping girls, lying peacefully on their beds.
Cindy and Leah did the same.
Hmm, must've over-studied, Cindy thought with a tiny grin.
The three already-awake Ravenclaw girls rushed out of their dorm, and headed down the hall. At the end of the hall waited Maggie. Her reddish brown hair gave a shine as the sunlight from the window hit her.
"Finally! I thought you'd never come!"
All four of them made it into a deserted Great Hall. They were just thankful they didn't run into Filch.
"So, where d'you want to sit?" Leah asked.
"Anywhere that's not crowded," Kara snorted, and they all shared a moment of laughter before taking a seat at the left end of the Ravenclaw table. As if by magic (just my little sense of humor), pancakes, french toast, eggs, porridge, sausage, and two pitchers of orange juice appeared instantly in front of them.
"Mmm, everything sure looks good," Cindy commented, feeling her mouth water.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's eat!" They looked like four wild wolverines devouring the meat of an animal they had just killed. If Cindy's mother had caught her daughter eating in this unladylike manner, she would have her head.
"Oh, did you hear?" Kara finally spoke after swallowing a piece of sausage, "Roger might come to visit the Slytherin verses Ravenclaw Quidditch match!"
"He is?!" Maggie spit out some of her orange juice, but she didn't seem to care, "Remember that crush I had on him for three straight years flat?"
Kara laughed at the memory. "Yea, and I was like, 'Magpie, you betta get over that little thing for Roger. Besides, remember how that Terry Boot kid always used to have his eye on you?" She winked and the two of them giggled hard. Cindy and Leah rolled their eyes with a smile, but continued eating.
"Ya know people have been calling me 'Magpie' since I was, like, three. I just wish everyone would stop!"
Kara put her arm around her. "Sorry, Mags, we didn't know how you felt about it. With all due apologies."
"Mags! That's even worse!"
"Fine, Magpie it is, then."
Kara smiled with satisfaction at the scowl on Maggie's face.
They would've chatted on longer, but stopped suddenly when a boy entered the Great Hall. He had a rather handsome face with tidy jet-black hair and flaming half-gray, half-crimson eyes. By the green robes he wore, the boy was undoubtedly a Slytherin. For some reason, he sent shivers down Cindy's spine.
"Who's he?" Maggie whispered, "I don't remember ever seeing him before."
"I think Tank or Tommy or whatever." Kara shrugged and didn't seem that interested, "I heard he was kind of shy, but he's really smart."
Cindy scoffed. "Ha! A shy and intelligent Slytherin? Who would've saw that coming?"
"Possible." said Maggie thoughtfully.
The mysterious Slytherin boy gave a side-glance at the four Ravenclaws, but continued on his way to his table until he sat down. He ignored the breakfast that was magically placed in front of him like with the Ravenclaws. "He's strange, that one." said Leah slowly.
The rest nodded.
They decided it would be best to ignore him and kept on eating- silently. Soon students rushed through the Hall like a herd of frightened buffalo. Oh well, deserved and appreciated silence didn't last forever-on the contrary-nothing ever did.
"Hey, what do y'all have first period?" Kara shouted through the now very noisy Great Hall.
"Er-Charms," Cindy replied carefully as she reread her current schedule.
"Me, too," Leah chimed in.
"Aw, I have Transfiguration, damn it." Maggie scowled at the schedule.
"What's so bad about Transfiguration?"
"Remember?" Maggie raised a brow. "We have to transfigure a freakin' chair into a pig."
"Oh, yea," Kara looked up at the ceiling with twinkling eyes as she recalled the memory. "Totally sucks. I know I'm gonna fail when-shoot! I have it second period!"
"And they say Ravenclaws are so smart." a deep, drawling voice loomed behind them. They didn't have to turn around to find out who it was. Marcus Flint. He had been bothering them ever since he found out Cindy would be playing the position of Seeker after their current Seeker had unexpectantly become ill. Everyone knew Cindy was an excellent flyer to begin with, but she was too nervous to try out. At least now she could prove herself.
"Oh, no, not you again," Kara growled, her face contorted into anger immediately, "Just go back with your pack of slimy reptiles where they could eat you all up and quit tormenting us for even just today!"
The large Slytherin chuckled softly, "Oh, dear Kara, you are just as sweet and innocent as a pretty girl like you could get." He laid his hand on her shoulder in which she slapped back furiously. Cindy gritted her teeth and stood up.
"You know what, Flint? You are just a no-good ignorant bullying git who's going to get no where in life! So, why don't you do something useful for once and leave us alone!"
With this, Flint just laughed even harder and walked up to Cindy with a smug smirk. Cindy glowered and shook her fist.
"Oh, an opponent team member telling me off? I'm very impressed."
"I am only the RESERVE Seeker if you've forgotten, stupid," Cindy hissed, her temper worsening.
At her last remark, Flint's face reddened a bit, but it didn't stop him from pestering them even more.
"Young Cindy, you know it doesn't matter, you're still my opponent Seeker." He grinned even wider and was about to put his arm around her shoulder when she grabbed him tightly by the arm.
"Hey, let me go, girl!" He had finally lost his temper and with all his might jolted his arm to get her to let go. Of course, he was much stronger and didn't have to put up much of a fight.
"If you ever-EVER do that to me again, I'll-" He leaned over her threateningly and before Cindy knew it, they were face-to-face. She knew that if he tried, he could hurt her badly with one punch. She heard her other friends gasp with horror, but they seemed to be too afraid to even move a muscle.
"What in Merlin's Beard is going on here?" said a harsh voice and a pair of shoes rushed their way. It was the Headmistress of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagal (argh, is that how you spell her name??lol).
Cindy, who had been holding her breath in fright, gasped with relief. Even though her friends' faces were chalk white, they looked very much relieved, too.
"It was him, Professor!" Leah screeched instantly, angrily pointing her finger at the Slytherin. His face turned slightly pale.
McGonagal turned to both Cindy and Flint and glared.
"What happened?"
"He tried to hurt me, Professor!" Cindy cried.
"No I wasn't!"
"Yes you were!"
"Yeah, well you were the one who beat my arm!"
"I didn't beat it!"
"Silence!" McGonagal shouted, causing a few nearby students to stare at her. The two stopped bickering abruptly.
"Well, as I saw when I first walked over to you, Mister Flint, you WERE looking as if you wanted to do something to Miss Hewitt over here." Flint gave his best attempt to look perplexed and shocked. Cindy thought he looked more like he had just swallowed a Bertie Botts booger-flavored bean.
"Mister Flint, may I see your arm?"
He grunted and glowered at the Professor, but gave her his arm anyway. The worse it had on it were a few slight red marks.
"Not much damage done here." she said slowly and looked back up at the two with a stern expression as she let go of Flint's arm.
"Five points from Ravenclaw and ten from Slytherin."
"What?! That's so bloody damn unfair!" Flint raged.
"FIFTEEN points for using that language in front of me!" she snapped.
The four Ravenclaw girls smiled with satisfaction to themselves.
"But-but-" Even though he was dumb, he knew that he couldn't say anything to McGonagal to change her mind, so he just growled and stormed away.
The headmistress simply looked and walked away as if nothing had happened.
After a few moments of silence, they burst out laughing.
"C'mon, Cindy! We're gonna be late for class!" Leah groaned impatiently as they rushed to the Charms room, Cindy lagging slightly behind.
"This bag is so damn heavy, Leah!" Cindy complained in exasperation as she struggled to run and hold on to her bag at the same time. Then her bag slipped out of her hands and almost every thing in it splattered to the ground.
"Shoot!" Cindy raged and bent over to pick up everything. When she saw Leah rushing over to help her, she said, "Don't bother, Leah. Tell Flitwick I'll be there shortly."
"Are you sure?"
Cindy nodded impatiently. As her friend's hurrying footsteps died away, she placed everything back in her bag and slowly picked it up and put her arm through the hoop of the straps. Just as she was about to sprint to her class, she bumped into someone and fell over, the contents inside her bag fell out once again.
"Oh, damn it!" Cindy yelled angrily, and realizing someone else was there, blushed and looked up. It was the mysterious Slytherin boy that had walked into the Great Hall earlier.
"I'm so sorry!" he said quickly. His voice was strong and deep, but it had a nice tone. He helped Cindy pick up the fallen items and put them back in her bag. Afterward, he stood up, and seeing the Ravenclaw girl struggle to stand with the heavy bag, he helped her up, too.
"Um-thanks," said Cindy awkwardly. As she began to notice him more, she found herself caught up in how unbelievably fiery his eyes were. Somehow, it seemed as if she had met him before.
For some reason, the boy blushed. "Er-I should get going. I don't wanna be late, and I don't want to hold you up, either."
"No, no, it's okay, but-" Cindy hesitated for a moment. "What's your name?" she said all in a hurry.
"What? Oh, Thomas. But, I like Tony better."
"My name's Cindy." She laughed nervously and had a very strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Well, we should get going-my friend, Leah, has already excused me, but I should hurry anyway-don't want you to be late, um, see you-I mean, good bye!"
"Er-bye," Tom replied, and they both rushed to their assigned classes, Cindy suddenly forgetting the heavy weight of her bag.