Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or and of his enemies and friends.
They all belong to the talented J.K. Rowling.
It was late at night in the Gryffindor common room, a month after Aubrey and Alan had kissed for the first time. What with spending much of her time with Alan, Aubrey's grades had begun to slip. Aubrey was the only one still in the room. She scribbled furiously on a four-foot long piece of parchment, desperate to finish it before it was due in Potions, early tomorrow morning.
Aubrey knew she wouldn't get any slack from Snape, who had selected her out long ago to be his least favorite student. Aubrey assumed it was because she was a Potter, but every now and then Snape would glide past, muttering something about his eldest son not, "going to the Potters." Sighing, Aubrey rubbed her eyes drowsily.
Snape (the old bugger) had ordered them to write a four-foot-long essay on the various uses of salamander spit. Aubrey had only two feet written. She'd never finish it by tomorrow. "I guess I need a little break." Aubrey said to herself, laying her head down on one of her five open books. Her eyes grew heavier and heavier by the second, until, with one little sigh, Aubrey drifted off to dreamland. ***
"Marina! I'm getting tired! Why can't we go to sleep?"
"Because, Jeanie, darling, this powder has to be ready by tomorrow, when the midterm tests begin! I didn't study for Herbology, and that's the only one we have tomorrow! If Prof. Nartino gets an sick before the tests, that lesson will be canceled."
Aubrey awoke to the sound of hushed whispers. With an unpleasant jolt, she realized she wasn't in the Gryffindor common room anymore-and nowhere near it, for that matter. Her green eyes traveled over the layout of the room she was in, picking up any details that might betray her whereabouts. The room she was in was so dark she could barely tell. It had no windows in it and the only source of light was a dim candle, in the far corner, where four figures were clustered.
Two of the four people in the corner were huddled together, and, even though Aubrey was all the way across the room, she could tell they were shaking. The other two people (she had decided that they were girls, from the slender figures and long nightgowns) were busy rummaging through a cupboard. With interest, Aubrey tiptoed carefully over to get a better view of the unfolding scene. BAM! CRASH! CRACK! Aubrey jumped when she accidentally ran into a table, knocking over a set of tubes filled with purple liquid.
The heads of the girls whirled around and one of the girls gave a muffled shriek. The leader of the four, however, shoved one of her lackeys forward. "Go see what that was!" She hissed, crossing her arms while the timid girl scurried over to the table Aubrey was hiding behind. Aubrey took a deep breath and waited to be discovered. Suddenly the timid girl had rounded the corner and was looking right at Aubrey.
"Oh, gods, I'm in trouble!" Aubrey said to herself, waiting for the girls to call out to her gang that she had found the spy. But nothing of the sort happened. In fact, the girl's eyes passed right over Aubrey, before she walked back to her friends.
"Well, what did you find?" the leader asked in an impatient tone.
"Nothing. No one was there, Marina." The girl answered.
Aubrey peered around the corner in time to see the girls shrug and go back to what they were doing. "Hello? Guys?" she asked, wondering for the millionth time that second what was going on. Not one girl seemed to hear her. Deciding that she was some sort of invisible and soundless being, Aubrey watched the scene with interest.
"Marina? Patricia? Why are we making this powder?"
One of the girls rummaging through the cupboard turned around angrily. "Because, Claire," she said in a venomous tone, "Prof. Nartino said she was highly allergic to Salamander Powder! Don't you ever eavesdrop outside the teacher's lounge?"
"Sorry, Patricia." The girl, Claire, squeaked.
"Alright," the other girl rummaging through the cupboards said, "I have the ingredients! Let's split before Snape comes down here!"
"Randalls!" Aubrey cried when she saw it was her enemy who was leading the burglarizing of, from what they said, Prof. Snape's private stores. Marina Randalls, along with Pansy Parkinson and the two girls Aubrey didn't know, prowled out of the Potion's classroom.
Just as they were leaving, Aubrey heard Patricia snigger, "First thing tomorrow we'll slip it in the Nartino's morning grape juice!" Aubrey was about to slip out behind them when she felt a firm hand on her shoulder. ***
Aubrey sat up, giving a small cry. Whirling around, she saw she was still in the common room. Standing behind her, grinning almost guiltily, was Midas Snape. Aubrey gave Midas a very warm smile, which seemed to ease the boy's mind.
"I noticed that you were down here, really late, asleep.And I thought I'd wake you up, so you could go to bed." He said, blushing a little. Aubrey thought that made him look incredibly handsome. No matter how much she liked Alan (which was a lot) She'd always like Midas better.
"Thanks." Aubrey said drowsily, stretching and picking up her books. "I guess I'll have to explain to your dad that I didn't have enough information to right his report." She said. It was Aubrey's turn to blush, though. "But he'll probably figure out that I was snogging behind Hagrid's hut with Ally, so then I'll be in deep trouble! Night, Midas!" She said, walking drowsily up the stairs.
Midas watched her with a dumbstruck look on his face. "Ally?" He asked no one in particular. "She calls him.Ally?"
It was late at night in the Gryffindor common room, a month after Aubrey and Alan had kissed for the first time. What with spending much of her time with Alan, Aubrey's grades had begun to slip. Aubrey was the only one still in the room. She scribbled furiously on a four-foot long piece of parchment, desperate to finish it before it was due in Potions, early tomorrow morning.
Aubrey knew she wouldn't get any slack from Snape, who had selected her out long ago to be his least favorite student. Aubrey assumed it was because she was a Potter, but every now and then Snape would glide past, muttering something about his eldest son not, "going to the Potters." Sighing, Aubrey rubbed her eyes drowsily.
Snape (the old bugger) had ordered them to write a four-foot-long essay on the various uses of salamander spit. Aubrey had only two feet written. She'd never finish it by tomorrow. "I guess I need a little break." Aubrey said to herself, laying her head down on one of her five open books. Her eyes grew heavier and heavier by the second, until, with one little sigh, Aubrey drifted off to dreamland. ***
"Marina! I'm getting tired! Why can't we go to sleep?"
"Because, Jeanie, darling, this powder has to be ready by tomorrow, when the midterm tests begin! I didn't study for Herbology, and that's the only one we have tomorrow! If Prof. Nartino gets an sick before the tests, that lesson will be canceled."
Aubrey awoke to the sound of hushed whispers. With an unpleasant jolt, she realized she wasn't in the Gryffindor common room anymore-and nowhere near it, for that matter. Her green eyes traveled over the layout of the room she was in, picking up any details that might betray her whereabouts. The room she was in was so dark she could barely tell. It had no windows in it and the only source of light was a dim candle, in the far corner, where four figures were clustered.
Two of the four people in the corner were huddled together, and, even though Aubrey was all the way across the room, she could tell they were shaking. The other two people (she had decided that they were girls, from the slender figures and long nightgowns) were busy rummaging through a cupboard. With interest, Aubrey tiptoed carefully over to get a better view of the unfolding scene. BAM! CRASH! CRACK! Aubrey jumped when she accidentally ran into a table, knocking over a set of tubes filled with purple liquid.
The heads of the girls whirled around and one of the girls gave a muffled shriek. The leader of the four, however, shoved one of her lackeys forward. "Go see what that was!" She hissed, crossing her arms while the timid girl scurried over to the table Aubrey was hiding behind. Aubrey took a deep breath and waited to be discovered. Suddenly the timid girl had rounded the corner and was looking right at Aubrey.
"Oh, gods, I'm in trouble!" Aubrey said to herself, waiting for the girls to call out to her gang that she had found the spy. But nothing of the sort happened. In fact, the girl's eyes passed right over Aubrey, before she walked back to her friends.
"Well, what did you find?" the leader asked in an impatient tone.
"Nothing. No one was there, Marina." The girl answered.
Aubrey peered around the corner in time to see the girls shrug and go back to what they were doing. "Hello? Guys?" she asked, wondering for the millionth time that second what was going on. Not one girl seemed to hear her. Deciding that she was some sort of invisible and soundless being, Aubrey watched the scene with interest.
"Marina? Patricia? Why are we making this powder?"
One of the girls rummaging through the cupboard turned around angrily. "Because, Claire," she said in a venomous tone, "Prof. Nartino said she was highly allergic to Salamander Powder! Don't you ever eavesdrop outside the teacher's lounge?"
"Sorry, Patricia." The girl, Claire, squeaked.
"Alright," the other girl rummaging through the cupboards said, "I have the ingredients! Let's split before Snape comes down here!"
"Randalls!" Aubrey cried when she saw it was her enemy who was leading the burglarizing of, from what they said, Prof. Snape's private stores. Marina Randalls, along with Pansy Parkinson and the two girls Aubrey didn't know, prowled out of the Potion's classroom.
Just as they were leaving, Aubrey heard Patricia snigger, "First thing tomorrow we'll slip it in the Nartino's morning grape juice!" Aubrey was about to slip out behind them when she felt a firm hand on her shoulder. ***
Aubrey sat up, giving a small cry. Whirling around, she saw she was still in the common room. Standing behind her, grinning almost guiltily, was Midas Snape. Aubrey gave Midas a very warm smile, which seemed to ease the boy's mind.
"I noticed that you were down here, really late, asleep.And I thought I'd wake you up, so you could go to bed." He said, blushing a little. Aubrey thought that made him look incredibly handsome. No matter how much she liked Alan (which was a lot) She'd always like Midas better.
"Thanks." Aubrey said drowsily, stretching and picking up her books. "I guess I'll have to explain to your dad that I didn't have enough information to right his report." She said. It was Aubrey's turn to blush, though. "But he'll probably figure out that I was snogging behind Hagrid's hut with Ally, so then I'll be in deep trouble! Night, Midas!" She said, walking drowsily up the stairs.
Midas watched her with a dumbstruck look on his face. "Ally?" He asked no one in particular. "She calls him.Ally?"