A/N I've just realized that I haven't ever put disclaimers on any of my
chapters! Well, to whoever didn't guess, none of the characters are mine
except for Abby and her family, blah, blah, blah, you get the picture.
This is another chapter 4 cos the other one has no spaces in it and it's
kinda hard to read. So I hope this one works.
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The next morning, I woke up to someone talking REALLY loudly for so early. I mean, come ON! It must have been like 7 o'clock! In the MORNING! It turned out to be Lavender and Parvati complaining that they didn't have any more teen magazines to read.
"Morning guys. I have a couple if you want." I interrupted their conversation.
"Oh excellent Abby!" Parvati yelled and jumped onto my bed.
I laughed and started to sit up. Fortunately, it doesn't usually take me that long to wake up once my eyes are open. I rolled out of bed and onto the floor where I bumped into Hermione, who was putting on brightly coloured and mismatching socks.
"Hey Herm. Where'd you get those cool socks? Did they come like that?"
"No," she said with a smile, "a house elf who is obsessed with mismatched socks."
"What's house elf?" I asked, confused.
"Oh my gosh! They are unpaid, overworked SLAVES, Abby! They get no respect or holidays. You have to join my campaign. It's called Society for the Protection of Elfish Workfare. We work to protect these poor creatures. Can you believe how they are treated?"
I was kinda confused.
"Wait Hermione. Do you mean like black slavery, but with elves? That's horrible. I mean, shouldn't they have rights or something? Slavery is a big issue. I read a bunch of books on it when we had to do a unit on it in grade five. Canada was like a freedom land for all the escaped slaves. I can lend you some books on it if you want. They're in my trunk. Just a sec."
I went over to my trunk and unlocked it. I took out my robes and put them on the floor. Then I took out some books on slavery. They were fiction, but I suppose they're good anyway. I also took out a book for me to read during the day. I have a tendency to bring a book with me everywhere I go. It's useful in classes where I can't be bothered to listen to the teacher.
"Here ya go Herm."
"That's brilliant, thanks Abby."
"No problem. Can you wait for me to get changed? I only take a second to get dressed. And then I have to put on my contacts. That won't take very longer either. Please?"
"Sure." She agreed. "I'll just go down to the common room and start this book." I put on my kilt and shirt with my red and gold tie. I couldn't put on my make-up or do my hair until I put on my contacts. I have really bad eyesight, and I can't see for shit when I'm not wearing my contacts.
I headed down the hall and into the bathroom where I saw Lavender and Parvati putting on their make-up. As I put in the left contact, Lavender screeched "What the hell are you doing to your EYE?!"
"Don't worry." I said, laughing. "They're just contact lenses. They're like glasses, but you put them directly on your eye. Then you don't have to wear ugly glasses like mine." I held up my thick framed glasses. They look horrible on me.
"That's really cool. I wonder if Padma could get any. She just got glasses this summer." Added Parvati.
They kept asking me questions about contacts and it took me longer than I expected to put on my make-up and do my hair. When I finally went downstairs to meet Hermione, she was looking at her watch.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry." I said with a lopsided smile.
"That's okay." She said, "I'm still waiting for Harry and Ron."
Just as she said it, Harry came down the stairs. Hermione looked exasperated.
"Where's Ron? I'm getting really hungry. Plus I want to get our schedule for this year. And I need to stop by the library before our first class."
"What, for school? You haven't had any classes yet." I asked, disbelieving.
But she didn't hear me. She was looking at the stairs where Ron was descending. And she was smiling. What is up with that? I wondered if there was something between them. I mean, wasn't she just complaining about being late? And now she's happy and chatting with Ron? Excuse me, but did I miss something?
As we started out the portrait hole, I pulled Harry aside.
"Hey Harry, what's up between Hermione and Ron? Are they like going out or something?"
"No. They both like each other but are too dense to either admit it to each other or themselves. Everyone knows except them. One minute they're best friends and flirting and so on, and the next, they're at each other's throats. They fight about EVERYTHING. You get used to it after a while."
"So there's a whole lot of sexual tension going on?" I asked with a grin. "Yeah. That's a good way to put it."
We got down to the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. I was helping myself to a piece of toast when Hermione handed me my timetable. I looked at it and found that I had double potions first period. That was the class I was looking forward to the most cos I like to cook at home. Mum sometimes gets me to bake the desert or whatever for big family event and I figured that Potions would be like making soup or something like that.
Beside me, Ron let out a moan.
"Oh, for the love of Merlin's Beard! Will they not give us a break? Potions?! At 9 o' clock? In the morning? With SYLTHERIN? Can it get more worse? Arrrgh!"
"What's wrong with Potions? And Slytherin?" I asked confused.
"Look up at the teacher's table, Abby." said Ron "The one with the greasy black hair is Professor Snape, the bloke who teaches Potions. He's the head of Slytherin, and he favors them hugely. And he HATES Gryffindor. So when we have Potions class with them, he always tries to take points away from our house, and award them to Slytherin. He's a real nasty git."
"Yeah, you better watch out for him." Added Harry.
"And he's always threatening to poison you with your own potion", said Seamus, who had been listening to our conversation.
Well, there goes my hope of a good morning. Lord.
We headed down to the dungeons, which really gave me the creeps. It was very dark down there with only candles to light it. The candles didn't have much effect. When we got into the classroom, there were all these pickled animals and eyeballs and really gross stuff like that on shelves. I'm sorry, but this Professor had a REALLY bad decorator. I started walking over to the seat beside Hermione, but I was shoved over by the blonde- haired ass who I "met" on the train.
"Hey Mudblood," he smirked. "What's your name again? Mary Sue?"
"No. Where'd you get that name?"
He smirked again. He was really getting on my nerves.
I shoved past him and sat down next to Hermione. She smiled at me and I took out my pen which Gracie had bought me before I left. It was pink, which is her favorite colour, not mine, but whatever. "Er, sorry, but you're not allowed to use pens in school. It's only quills. And especially not pink ink." Said Hermione.
"Well, umm, I didn't know that. Nobody told me. I'll just use it until a teacher tells me not to. Don't worry." I winked at her, so she'd get it.
"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you."
" 'Kay, thanks."
Professor Snape turned out to be a real ass, just like that dude, Malfig, or.um, whatever his name is.
Anyway, he started the lesson with this huge boring lecture, and I would've fallen asleep, but from all I've heard of this guy, I figured it would probably be a good idea to listen. And it was a good idea too, 'cause he kept asking me questions.which, by the way, I didn't know the answers to. In fact, the only words I understood in the God-damn lecture were "potion", "mix", "you" and "dunderheads". All the other words were gobbledygook. They made NO sense WHATSOEVER.
I was trying to make notes, but seriously, the guy was talking way too fast. And I can't write and listen at the same time, so when he asked me what the properties of the Something-or-other slow-acting venom, HOW does he expect me to know the stupid answer. Honestly, I got so mad. Well, I got so mad later. Right then, I was panicking like I have never panicked before cos not only did I not know the answer, but I had also not heard of slow- acting venoms. I thought there was only one type: regular. But nooo. Apparently, I'm wrong.
Anyway, here's my answer: "Well, umm.you see, with slow acting venoms.it takes a while to , you know, get going.so the advantage of that is that the guy who poisoned the victim, will, um, probably not get caught 'cause they would be far away when the victim starts showing symptoms." Aha! How creative is that! I looked around, very pleased with myself, but all I saw was Hermione looking at me and Ron and Harry silently laughing. I looked up at Snape who was staring at me with a look of murder in his eyes.
"We do not make jokes in this classroom, Abigail. 10 points from Gryffindor."
Oh shit. Maybe my answer wasn't so great.
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The next morning, I woke up to someone talking REALLY loudly for so early. I mean, come ON! It must have been like 7 o'clock! In the MORNING! It turned out to be Lavender and Parvati complaining that they didn't have any more teen magazines to read.
"Morning guys. I have a couple if you want." I interrupted their conversation.
"Oh excellent Abby!" Parvati yelled and jumped onto my bed.
I laughed and started to sit up. Fortunately, it doesn't usually take me that long to wake up once my eyes are open. I rolled out of bed and onto the floor where I bumped into Hermione, who was putting on brightly coloured and mismatching socks.
"Hey Herm. Where'd you get those cool socks? Did they come like that?"
"No," she said with a smile, "a house elf who is obsessed with mismatched socks."
"What's house elf?" I asked, confused.
"Oh my gosh! They are unpaid, overworked SLAVES, Abby! They get no respect or holidays. You have to join my campaign. It's called Society for the Protection of Elfish Workfare. We work to protect these poor creatures. Can you believe how they are treated?"
I was kinda confused.
"Wait Hermione. Do you mean like black slavery, but with elves? That's horrible. I mean, shouldn't they have rights or something? Slavery is a big issue. I read a bunch of books on it when we had to do a unit on it in grade five. Canada was like a freedom land for all the escaped slaves. I can lend you some books on it if you want. They're in my trunk. Just a sec."
I went over to my trunk and unlocked it. I took out my robes and put them on the floor. Then I took out some books on slavery. They were fiction, but I suppose they're good anyway. I also took out a book for me to read during the day. I have a tendency to bring a book with me everywhere I go. It's useful in classes where I can't be bothered to listen to the teacher.
"Here ya go Herm."
"That's brilliant, thanks Abby."
"No problem. Can you wait for me to get changed? I only take a second to get dressed. And then I have to put on my contacts. That won't take very longer either. Please?"
"Sure." She agreed. "I'll just go down to the common room and start this book." I put on my kilt and shirt with my red and gold tie. I couldn't put on my make-up or do my hair until I put on my contacts. I have really bad eyesight, and I can't see for shit when I'm not wearing my contacts.
I headed down the hall and into the bathroom where I saw Lavender and Parvati putting on their make-up. As I put in the left contact, Lavender screeched "What the hell are you doing to your EYE?!"
"Don't worry." I said, laughing. "They're just contact lenses. They're like glasses, but you put them directly on your eye. Then you don't have to wear ugly glasses like mine." I held up my thick framed glasses. They look horrible on me.
"That's really cool. I wonder if Padma could get any. She just got glasses this summer." Added Parvati.
They kept asking me questions about contacts and it took me longer than I expected to put on my make-up and do my hair. When I finally went downstairs to meet Hermione, she was looking at her watch.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry." I said with a lopsided smile.
"That's okay." She said, "I'm still waiting for Harry and Ron."
Just as she said it, Harry came down the stairs. Hermione looked exasperated.
"Where's Ron? I'm getting really hungry. Plus I want to get our schedule for this year. And I need to stop by the library before our first class."
"What, for school? You haven't had any classes yet." I asked, disbelieving.
But she didn't hear me. She was looking at the stairs where Ron was descending. And she was smiling. What is up with that? I wondered if there was something between them. I mean, wasn't she just complaining about being late? And now she's happy and chatting with Ron? Excuse me, but did I miss something?
As we started out the portrait hole, I pulled Harry aside.
"Hey Harry, what's up between Hermione and Ron? Are they like going out or something?"
"No. They both like each other but are too dense to either admit it to each other or themselves. Everyone knows except them. One minute they're best friends and flirting and so on, and the next, they're at each other's throats. They fight about EVERYTHING. You get used to it after a while."
"So there's a whole lot of sexual tension going on?" I asked with a grin. "Yeah. That's a good way to put it."
We got down to the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. I was helping myself to a piece of toast when Hermione handed me my timetable. I looked at it and found that I had double potions first period. That was the class I was looking forward to the most cos I like to cook at home. Mum sometimes gets me to bake the desert or whatever for big family event and I figured that Potions would be like making soup or something like that.
Beside me, Ron let out a moan.
"Oh, for the love of Merlin's Beard! Will they not give us a break? Potions?! At 9 o' clock? In the morning? With SYLTHERIN? Can it get more worse? Arrrgh!"
"What's wrong with Potions? And Slytherin?" I asked confused.
"Look up at the teacher's table, Abby." said Ron "The one with the greasy black hair is Professor Snape, the bloke who teaches Potions. He's the head of Slytherin, and he favors them hugely. And he HATES Gryffindor. So when we have Potions class with them, he always tries to take points away from our house, and award them to Slytherin. He's a real nasty git."
"Yeah, you better watch out for him." Added Harry.
"And he's always threatening to poison you with your own potion", said Seamus, who had been listening to our conversation.
Well, there goes my hope of a good morning. Lord.
We headed down to the dungeons, which really gave me the creeps. It was very dark down there with only candles to light it. The candles didn't have much effect. When we got into the classroom, there were all these pickled animals and eyeballs and really gross stuff like that on shelves. I'm sorry, but this Professor had a REALLY bad decorator. I started walking over to the seat beside Hermione, but I was shoved over by the blonde- haired ass who I "met" on the train.
"Hey Mudblood," he smirked. "What's your name again? Mary Sue?"
"No. Where'd you get that name?"
He smirked again. He was really getting on my nerves.
I shoved past him and sat down next to Hermione. She smiled at me and I took out my pen which Gracie had bought me before I left. It was pink, which is her favorite colour, not mine, but whatever. "Er, sorry, but you're not allowed to use pens in school. It's only quills. And especially not pink ink." Said Hermione.
"Well, umm, I didn't know that. Nobody told me. I'll just use it until a teacher tells me not to. Don't worry." I winked at her, so she'd get it.
"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you."
" 'Kay, thanks."
Professor Snape turned out to be a real ass, just like that dude, Malfig, or.um, whatever his name is.
Anyway, he started the lesson with this huge boring lecture, and I would've fallen asleep, but from all I've heard of this guy, I figured it would probably be a good idea to listen. And it was a good idea too, 'cause he kept asking me questions.which, by the way, I didn't know the answers to. In fact, the only words I understood in the God-damn lecture were "potion", "mix", "you" and "dunderheads". All the other words were gobbledygook. They made NO sense WHATSOEVER.
I was trying to make notes, but seriously, the guy was talking way too fast. And I can't write and listen at the same time, so when he asked me what the properties of the Something-or-other slow-acting venom, HOW does he expect me to know the stupid answer. Honestly, I got so mad. Well, I got so mad later. Right then, I was panicking like I have never panicked before cos not only did I not know the answer, but I had also not heard of slow- acting venoms. I thought there was only one type: regular. But nooo. Apparently, I'm wrong.
Anyway, here's my answer: "Well, umm.you see, with slow acting venoms.it takes a while to , you know, get going.so the advantage of that is that the guy who poisoned the victim, will, um, probably not get caught 'cause they would be far away when the victim starts showing symptoms." Aha! How creative is that! I looked around, very pleased with myself, but all I saw was Hermione looking at me and Ron and Harry silently laughing. I looked up at Snape who was staring at me with a look of murder in his eyes.
"We do not make jokes in this classroom, Abigail. 10 points from Gryffindor."
Oh shit. Maybe my answer wasn't so great.