Quick note: Sherri is pronounced Sherry, not Cherie, okay? Thanks Daily Prophetess for your review! ^^
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Sherri was nervous. And she had every right to be. Transfiguration was her next lesson, and she was walking alone (as always) down the halls to get there, knowing she'd mess up. Her wand - 12 inches long, rather swishy with a unicorn tail hair in it - was ironically good for Transfiguration. Too bad she wasn't. Shaking her head, she ignored the tiny voice in the back of her head telling her to make a run for it and pushed open the door, stepping inside and finding a seat at the back.
Once the Ravenclaws and the rest of the Slytherins were in and the complaining was done with ("Why do I have to sit by -you-?" "You don't! There are tons of seats!" "Okay. Bye."), everybody paid attention toward the Gryffindor house head, McGonagall. Sherri wasn't really listening to the gabbling woman. She shot a glance towards the Ravenclaw boy beside her, blinking and turning away fast when he noticed her, then towards the bored-looking Slytherin girl the other side of her. When the girl quirked both eyebrows at her, she smiled, but looked away all the same. For some reason, that girl didn't seem normal.
The lesson went painfully slowly, with Sherri messing up worse than any Gryffindor and Draco giving her looks that plainly said 'Come on, girl. You're giving us Slytherins a bad name.', and she was glad to get out of there, avoiding eye-contact with the girl she'd sat by through the lesson. As she walked toward the Great Hall, Draco caught up with her, standing in her path with his two cronies - Cray and Goll or something - altogether looking threatening.
"What was that, huh?" He waved his hand a litte and the short, fat boy came up, pushing her shoulder quite hard. She stumbled backwards.
"What was what, Malfoy?" She scowled at him. Draco glared annoyedly, and the fat boy pushed her again, this time making her fall backwards.
"Never call me Malfoy, girl. Get a little better at Transfiguration. You're making us Slytherins look bad." She glared at him from her position as he walked off, getting up and skulking huffily up to the library.
So it was about a quarter of an hour later that the infamous Gryffindor trio came flouncing in. The bushy-haired girl glared at her for a second, before bringing herself to go over and sit at her table. Sherri rolled her eyes and got on with reading. No matter how stupid she acted, she liked reading. Anyway, with the ninny swot-girl came the boys, of course. The red-haired one parked himself next to bushy-hair quickly, giving his friend - the famous Harry Potter - a playful grin, causing bushy-hair to roll her eyes. Potter glared playfully at his friend for a minute before sitting next to Sherri and pushing his chair up as close to the far end of the table as possible, acting as though Sherri smelled bad or something. She wasn't in the mood for this.
"What's wrong, eh? Nothing looks that bad from here." she remarked, looking first at her arms, then under the table and then behind her at her back. Potter rolled his eyes.
"Wrong? One word: Slytherin." he said. She looked hurt, but she didn't feel it.
"Anybody would think your name was Harry -Perfect-, not -Potter-."
"Oh, get lost." Potter grinned at red-hair, who grinned back. Sherri couldn't handle this any more. She stood up.
"Bye bye Potter." She said with an -almost- genuine smile, before muttering the one spell she was good at.
And within seconds, there was no more Harry Potter sitting where he had been. Instead there was a small black hamster.
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Sherri was nervous. And she had every right to be. Transfiguration was her next lesson, and she was walking alone (as always) down the halls to get there, knowing she'd mess up. Her wand - 12 inches long, rather swishy with a unicorn tail hair in it - was ironically good for Transfiguration. Too bad she wasn't. Shaking her head, she ignored the tiny voice in the back of her head telling her to make a run for it and pushed open the door, stepping inside and finding a seat at the back.
Once the Ravenclaws and the rest of the Slytherins were in and the complaining was done with ("Why do I have to sit by -you-?" "You don't! There are tons of seats!" "Okay. Bye."), everybody paid attention toward the Gryffindor house head, McGonagall. Sherri wasn't really listening to the gabbling woman. She shot a glance towards the Ravenclaw boy beside her, blinking and turning away fast when he noticed her, then towards the bored-looking Slytherin girl the other side of her. When the girl quirked both eyebrows at her, she smiled, but looked away all the same. For some reason, that girl didn't seem normal.
The lesson went painfully slowly, with Sherri messing up worse than any Gryffindor and Draco giving her looks that plainly said 'Come on, girl. You're giving us Slytherins a bad name.', and she was glad to get out of there, avoiding eye-contact with the girl she'd sat by through the lesson. As she walked toward the Great Hall, Draco caught up with her, standing in her path with his two cronies - Cray and Goll or something - altogether looking threatening.
"What was that, huh?" He waved his hand a litte and the short, fat boy came up, pushing her shoulder quite hard. She stumbled backwards.
"What was what, Malfoy?" She scowled at him. Draco glared annoyedly, and the fat boy pushed her again, this time making her fall backwards.
"Never call me Malfoy, girl. Get a little better at Transfiguration. You're making us Slytherins look bad." She glared at him from her position as he walked off, getting up and skulking huffily up to the library.
So it was about a quarter of an hour later that the infamous Gryffindor trio came flouncing in. The bushy-haired girl glared at her for a second, before bringing herself to go over and sit at her table. Sherri rolled her eyes and got on with reading. No matter how stupid she acted, she liked reading. Anyway, with the ninny swot-girl came the boys, of course. The red-haired one parked himself next to bushy-hair quickly, giving his friend - the famous Harry Potter - a playful grin, causing bushy-hair to roll her eyes. Potter glared playfully at his friend for a minute before sitting next to Sherri and pushing his chair up as close to the far end of the table as possible, acting as though Sherri smelled bad or something. She wasn't in the mood for this.
"What's wrong, eh? Nothing looks that bad from here." she remarked, looking first at her arms, then under the table and then behind her at her back. Potter rolled his eyes.
"Wrong? One word: Slytherin." he said. She looked hurt, but she didn't feel it.
"Anybody would think your name was Harry -Perfect-, not -Potter-."
"Oh, get lost." Potter grinned at red-hair, who grinned back. Sherri couldn't handle this any more. She stood up.
"Bye bye Potter." She said with an -almost- genuine smile, before muttering the one spell she was good at.
And within seconds, there was no more Harry Potter sitting where he had been. Instead there was a small black hamster.
