Okey dokers. It's sleep deprived Lynx, sounding off! Oh gods, I :have: to
get some sleep! I'm losing it!
KT: You never had it.
Me: Shizuka ni, baka!
Bleh. . . Okay, now that :that's: outta my system, on with the madness!! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------ Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I think you should know that by now. I quit. No more disclaimers! ____________________________________________________________________________ ______
The next morning, Katie and me were up before the others, so decided on a bit of early breakfast. We met Kayso and Kelso in the corridors on the way to the Great Hall. Kayso looked great. She always does. About the only thing wrong with the child is the fact that she's so perfect!
But, Kelso had seen better days. Early stges of delirium I called it. She was ranting about the lack of television and basketball. Leave it up to Kelso to ruin a great thing with basketball! Ignoring pretty much everything she said, the four of us walked to the Great Hall, getting lost at least once.
We might've broken a few rules in the Hall, all four of us occupying the Gryffindor table. Granger was already there, which was beyond my comprehension. I though I had gotten up early! She looked at Katie and me angrily.
"What are you doing here?" Granger demanded.
"What do you think?" Katie countered. "We're eatin'. Duh!"
"But you're a Slytherin, and you belong at the Slytherin table!"
"What? Ya'll gonna stop us er somethin'? I'd fancy seein' that, man," I drawled. Lazy, I thought. You're just plain lazy, Lynx. I :could: talk properly, when I wanted to. But I don't bother with it unless I'm planning on impressing somebody. Or trying to get a good grade. Grades always meant more to me than a whole lot of things, which most people who knew me wouldn't expect.
"American slang," Granger muttered in return. "Why can't Americans talk correctly? Do you all have speech problems!?"
I growled. "I ain't got no speech problems, man. There just ain't never been nobody that cares 'nough to fix it! Ever'body talks like this in mosta America, so nobody says nothin' 'bout it."
"What? You people call that English!? That's not English! That's a foreign language!"
"Not :everybody: talks like that in America, Hermione," Kayso cut in. "Just Lynx. She's lazy. And really mean, too!"
THWAP! Kayso flinched as I smacked her in the back of the head. "Ah do it again if you says anythin' else, Kayso!"
"Lynx," Kelso scolded.
"Feh. Don't give me that bullcrap, Kelso. You know I'm not afraid to hit you, too! I'm sicka this. I think I see Cheamu, anyway," I snapped out, and stalked off to the Ravenclaw table, where Cheamu and Lexie sat talking quietly and waving flyers for IHN in each other's faces. We were all looking round for new members here, and that would be easy, since pretty much every single Slytherin in the school already wanted him dead.
Cheamu met my angry gaze with an evil, maniacal grin and a sideways glance that told me she had a really nasty plan in store for Nathan. And the way she laughed when she looked at the opening doors told me the plan also involved Sunshine bashing. I followed her laughing gaze to the doors, that Sunshine had just stumbled through. He looked dead. Not like that wasn't funny. When he saw me he rushed forward to stand in front of me, out of reach so he didn't get clobbered. I never needed a logical reason to hit Sunshine, except for that he just existed period.
"Goose!" He yelled. That was his trademark. His vocabulary seemed limited to "goose", "so", and "shut-up". I didn't do anything. I just glared at him.
"Jackass," I finally muttered. Then, as a final measure, I said even louder, "Zwitter." Zwitter, as far as I could find out, meant "halfbreed" in German.
"What's sfitter mean?" Oh yeah, I forgot. That's also included in his vocabulary, along with "why".
"You numbskull," I taunted. "It's Zwitter. And for the last time, I'm not gonna tell you!"
"Why?"
"'Cause I said so, you demented psychopath!" I yelled. Bad move. Snape happened to have been walking directly behind Sunshine at that moment. Whoops, I thought.
"What is the problem here?" He sounded irritated, with a hint of "Oh Lord, not this again" in his voice.
Sunshine pointed at me and said, "She called me a zwitter!" Wow! He said it right! "What's zwitter mean?"
Snape narrowed his eyes. "It means 'halfbreed' in German, you idiot. She must've had a good reason to call you that, so go to your own table!" With that, he turned right back around and sauntered out of the Great Hall.
Good, I thought. He doesn't like Sunshine any more than I do! This could be a good thing!
Defeated, Sunshine shuffled slowly off to the Hufflepuff table, just as Draco rushed up beside me. He looked ready to kill that pathetic loser, Sunshine.
"Armentrout giving you trouble? Want me to hurt him?"
"Taken care of, Draco," I answered lightly, eyes narrowed behind my red- copper rimmed glasses. I turned and sat down across from Cheamu and pulled Draco down with me. He looked shocked for a moment because we were at the Ravenclaw table and not Slytherin.
"Wow. That was cool!" Cheamu said in her naturally deranged voice.
Lexie broke in. "Hey guys, guess what? We've gotten almost half of the Ravenclaws in IHN!"
Draco looked at the three of us confusedly.
"It's the I Hate Nathan Club," I explained, watching Katie come over to sit down next to Cheamu. "It's a club for anybody and everybody who hates Nathan Record!"
"Then I'm in," Draco said flatly.
"Righteous," I answered stupidly. Righteous?, I thought. I knew where :that: came from. It was from the pure boredom of sitting through science fair. Three hours of absolutely nothing. I was so bored, I decided to say "righteous". Sadly, it stuck.
"Don't look now, but look what just blew in from hell," Katie said, pointing at the doors.
Everbody in unison turned their heads to see Nathan Record, strolling in like he owned the place. He looked from one end to the other of the Hall, as if looking for someone. Indeed, he was. And that someone was me and Draco. Marching over like some sort of king, he grinned maliciously. Once in hearing range, he said slyly, "Well well. Look who it is. It's a surprise to see :you: two together."
"Whatchoo playin' at, dude?" I said dangerously, leaning against Draco.
"Like you don't know," Nathan challenged. When nobody answered, he continued, "Oh. You know alright. You just won't tell anybody. Fine. I'll go find somebody who :will: listen to me."
"You keep yer nose outta our business, Record. We didn't come here to start a war with you. Leave now, before one of us decides to hurt you," I growled. Draco narrowed his eyes as if to emphasize that that "somebody" would most likely be him. Nathan must not have been in the mood right then, because he didn't hesitate to stalk off to talk with a group of Hufflepuff boys gathered round the end of their table. He started whispering excitedly to them, pointing at Draco and me every so often. The Hufflepuffs' eyes grew wider at each passing moment.
"He's up to something," Cheamu muttered suspiciously, "that I don't think I like."
"Lynx! Lynx!" I heard Stupid Cousin's squeaky voice echoing all through the Hall. "Lynx! Are you alright? What did that arse say?"
"He's up to something," Cheamu repeated. "Try and avoid him for a while if you can. At least until everything is cleared up and back to normal."
Everyone nodded, just to let her know we had heard her.
Sid, not liking to dwell on bad things, changed the subject with a loud, "What do we have planned for today?"
"What do you think?" Draco muttered darkly. "Double Potions with Gryffindors, what else?"
Everyone but Cheamu and Lexie sighed. Great, the perfect beginning to what would turn out to be a really, :really: bad day. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____
Sorry it's so short. My arm started getting sore and my vision's blurring again. I'll try in the next chapter or something to say what it was that Nathan's going to go around telling everybody.
Egads. Lynxey needs a vacation, yo. Thank the gods Spring Break is next week! Yeehaw!
KT: You never had it.
Me: Shizuka ni, baka!
Bleh. . . Okay, now that :that's: outta my system, on with the madness!! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------ Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I think you should know that by now. I quit. No more disclaimers! ____________________________________________________________________________ ______
The next morning, Katie and me were up before the others, so decided on a bit of early breakfast. We met Kayso and Kelso in the corridors on the way to the Great Hall. Kayso looked great. She always does. About the only thing wrong with the child is the fact that she's so perfect!
But, Kelso had seen better days. Early stges of delirium I called it. She was ranting about the lack of television and basketball. Leave it up to Kelso to ruin a great thing with basketball! Ignoring pretty much everything she said, the four of us walked to the Great Hall, getting lost at least once.
We might've broken a few rules in the Hall, all four of us occupying the Gryffindor table. Granger was already there, which was beyond my comprehension. I though I had gotten up early! She looked at Katie and me angrily.
"What are you doing here?" Granger demanded.
"What do you think?" Katie countered. "We're eatin'. Duh!"
"But you're a Slytherin, and you belong at the Slytherin table!"
"What? Ya'll gonna stop us er somethin'? I'd fancy seein' that, man," I drawled. Lazy, I thought. You're just plain lazy, Lynx. I :could: talk properly, when I wanted to. But I don't bother with it unless I'm planning on impressing somebody. Or trying to get a good grade. Grades always meant more to me than a whole lot of things, which most people who knew me wouldn't expect.
"American slang," Granger muttered in return. "Why can't Americans talk correctly? Do you all have speech problems!?"
I growled. "I ain't got no speech problems, man. There just ain't never been nobody that cares 'nough to fix it! Ever'body talks like this in mosta America, so nobody says nothin' 'bout it."
"What? You people call that English!? That's not English! That's a foreign language!"
"Not :everybody: talks like that in America, Hermione," Kayso cut in. "Just Lynx. She's lazy. And really mean, too!"
THWAP! Kayso flinched as I smacked her in the back of the head. "Ah do it again if you says anythin' else, Kayso!"
"Lynx," Kelso scolded.
"Feh. Don't give me that bullcrap, Kelso. You know I'm not afraid to hit you, too! I'm sicka this. I think I see Cheamu, anyway," I snapped out, and stalked off to the Ravenclaw table, where Cheamu and Lexie sat talking quietly and waving flyers for IHN in each other's faces. We were all looking round for new members here, and that would be easy, since pretty much every single Slytherin in the school already wanted him dead.
Cheamu met my angry gaze with an evil, maniacal grin and a sideways glance that told me she had a really nasty plan in store for Nathan. And the way she laughed when she looked at the opening doors told me the plan also involved Sunshine bashing. I followed her laughing gaze to the doors, that Sunshine had just stumbled through. He looked dead. Not like that wasn't funny. When he saw me he rushed forward to stand in front of me, out of reach so he didn't get clobbered. I never needed a logical reason to hit Sunshine, except for that he just existed period.
"Goose!" He yelled. That was his trademark. His vocabulary seemed limited to "goose", "so", and "shut-up". I didn't do anything. I just glared at him.
"Jackass," I finally muttered. Then, as a final measure, I said even louder, "Zwitter." Zwitter, as far as I could find out, meant "halfbreed" in German.
"What's sfitter mean?" Oh yeah, I forgot. That's also included in his vocabulary, along with "why".
"You numbskull," I taunted. "It's Zwitter. And for the last time, I'm not gonna tell you!"
"Why?"
"'Cause I said so, you demented psychopath!" I yelled. Bad move. Snape happened to have been walking directly behind Sunshine at that moment. Whoops, I thought.
"What is the problem here?" He sounded irritated, with a hint of "Oh Lord, not this again" in his voice.
Sunshine pointed at me and said, "She called me a zwitter!" Wow! He said it right! "What's zwitter mean?"
Snape narrowed his eyes. "It means 'halfbreed' in German, you idiot. She must've had a good reason to call you that, so go to your own table!" With that, he turned right back around and sauntered out of the Great Hall.
Good, I thought. He doesn't like Sunshine any more than I do! This could be a good thing!
Defeated, Sunshine shuffled slowly off to the Hufflepuff table, just as Draco rushed up beside me. He looked ready to kill that pathetic loser, Sunshine.
"Armentrout giving you trouble? Want me to hurt him?"
"Taken care of, Draco," I answered lightly, eyes narrowed behind my red- copper rimmed glasses. I turned and sat down across from Cheamu and pulled Draco down with me. He looked shocked for a moment because we were at the Ravenclaw table and not Slytherin.
"Wow. That was cool!" Cheamu said in her naturally deranged voice.
Lexie broke in. "Hey guys, guess what? We've gotten almost half of the Ravenclaws in IHN!"
Draco looked at the three of us confusedly.
"It's the I Hate Nathan Club," I explained, watching Katie come over to sit down next to Cheamu. "It's a club for anybody and everybody who hates Nathan Record!"
"Then I'm in," Draco said flatly.
"Righteous," I answered stupidly. Righteous?, I thought. I knew where :that: came from. It was from the pure boredom of sitting through science fair. Three hours of absolutely nothing. I was so bored, I decided to say "righteous". Sadly, it stuck.
"Don't look now, but look what just blew in from hell," Katie said, pointing at the doors.
Everbody in unison turned their heads to see Nathan Record, strolling in like he owned the place. He looked from one end to the other of the Hall, as if looking for someone. Indeed, he was. And that someone was me and Draco. Marching over like some sort of king, he grinned maliciously. Once in hearing range, he said slyly, "Well well. Look who it is. It's a surprise to see :you: two together."
"Whatchoo playin' at, dude?" I said dangerously, leaning against Draco.
"Like you don't know," Nathan challenged. When nobody answered, he continued, "Oh. You know alright. You just won't tell anybody. Fine. I'll go find somebody who :will: listen to me."
"You keep yer nose outta our business, Record. We didn't come here to start a war with you. Leave now, before one of us decides to hurt you," I growled. Draco narrowed his eyes as if to emphasize that that "somebody" would most likely be him. Nathan must not have been in the mood right then, because he didn't hesitate to stalk off to talk with a group of Hufflepuff boys gathered round the end of their table. He started whispering excitedly to them, pointing at Draco and me every so often. The Hufflepuffs' eyes grew wider at each passing moment.
"He's up to something," Cheamu muttered suspiciously, "that I don't think I like."
"Lynx! Lynx!" I heard Stupid Cousin's squeaky voice echoing all through the Hall. "Lynx! Are you alright? What did that arse say?"
"He's up to something," Cheamu repeated. "Try and avoid him for a while if you can. At least until everything is cleared up and back to normal."
Everyone nodded, just to let her know we had heard her.
Sid, not liking to dwell on bad things, changed the subject with a loud, "What do we have planned for today?"
"What do you think?" Draco muttered darkly. "Double Potions with Gryffindors, what else?"
Everyone but Cheamu and Lexie sighed. Great, the perfect beginning to what would turn out to be a really, :really: bad day. ____________________________________________________________________________ _____
Sorry it's so short. My arm started getting sore and my vision's blurring again. I'll try in the next chapter or something to say what it was that Nathan's going to go around telling everybody.
Egads. Lynxey needs a vacation, yo. Thank the gods Spring Break is next week! Yeehaw!