The Cheese, the Weasley's,
the Ghost, and the Potion
One day, Draco and I were in the common room, sitting on the black leather couch, when I kindly offered him a peice of cheese. "What's this for?" he asked suspiciously, with a bit of a disgusted sneer.
"You'll see," I said, grinning at him, hoping he wouldn't understand. He didn't, so he just ate the cheese. After a few seconds, he started skipping around, chanting "Kill the chipmunk!" while everyone else watched laughing. Yes, even Pansy. I, on the other hand, was admiring him, and...damn, you caught me. His chant turned to "Beware the snickerdoodles!" John Riddle, a short little kid of sorts, came into the common room and skipped, chanting with Draco. But, unlike Draco, he hadn't eaten cursed cheese. Coincidence? I think not!
When the cursed cheese wore off, I immediately ran to the Chamber of Secrets.
Percy, who was standing in the main hallway, asked where I was going, but it was taking too long, so I told him to hide me, which was bad, because Draco ran into him, too.
"Watch yourself, Malfoy." "So, Weasley, we meet again. Dirt poor and they can still afford first-hand clothes for their prefect son. Wonder if Clearwater knows about your family." "Yes, she does, Malfoy. Mind your attitude. It can get you into trouble."
"You're hiding Diana, aren't you? I can feel her presence. She must've thought I would hurt her. Makes me wonder what your family's been doing to her." "Our family does not abuse her, Malfoy. Except perhaps my parents. Mum treats her like vermin. Dad sometimes forgets she exsists. But if her family hadn't abandoned her," I was furious. I just had to speak up.
"Percy! My family did not abandon me. My father lost all of his powers and my mother had to hide for her life. That's how I was forced to live with the disgrace to the wizard name that is your family." I blushed, realizing what I'd just said.
I ran straight to Myrtle's bathroom, where she was crying, as usual. "What's ailing you, Myrtle? Me, I insulted the family that has raised me since I was a year old."
"Someone came to my bathroom. I was just sitting here, minding my own business, and they found it funny to throw rotten fruits at me." "Oh. And I thought I had it bad."
"You remind me of a boy who came in here alot. He was a real cutie. Not one facial flaw. And his hair...his body wasn't bad, either," said Myrtle passionately. Then she continued,
"He told me about how he had to live in a muggle orphanage because his horrible muggle father abandoned his mother before he was born. His mother had died soon after. He respected me more than anyone else ever had. He came in here alot while the attacks were happening in the school. I had died then, too. It was kinda strange. One day, I let him curse a diary to preserve his memory in this bathroom. He was usually very independent, but he gave the diary to his best friend, Lucia Malfoy. She was nice, but not as nice as Tom. He was really nice to me. He sometimes even complimented me, but he always seemed to think I had it worse than him. I didn't, though. I'm just too sensitive. Just about everything makes me cry. People think I take things for granted, but I don't."
"I know that feeling." "Really?" "Yes. Very much." "Oh. It feels weird to know that somebody feels my pain in life..or death..but you're alive! Oh. Whatever. You know what I mean."
"Yes, actually, I do. Never thought I'd find anyone so much like me." "Ditto." "Well, I'm feeling better now. I'm probably missing my first class. Bye, Myrtle. Nice talking to you." "Bye, Diana."
My first class that day was Potions. "Sorry I'm late, Professor." "It's alright. Please take your seat, Miss Riddle. We were just about to pair people up for the energizing potion. Looks like alot of us here really need it."
I nodded and took my seat, while Potter glared at me. If he was a half of a second late, he'd get a detention atleast. I was about 15 minutes late, and I got nothing more or less than an explanation of what we were doing.
Then, of course, I was partnered with Potter to do the potion. "I'll prepare all the ingredients, and," "No you won't. I'll prepare some of the ingredients, too. By the way, Ron told me what you said about his family." "I can explain. I was angry at Percy for speaking ill of my family. At first I didn't realize what I was saying. I ran straight to Myrtle's bathroom, and..." "So that's why you're so late." "Yes. But can you please tell the Weasleys I'm sorry? If you don't, I might end up living in an orphanage like my father did." "Who is your father?" "I don't think now would be the best time to tell you," I said, as I threw the carefully cut ingredients into the potion.
Potter stirred the ingredients and drank some of the potion. After he drank it, he ran around the room a few times, coming back to his seat tireless.
"Wow.Yousurecutthepotioningredientswell. Kindawishyoudidn'tthough. Ohwell," said Harry. Professor Snape awarded 50 points to Slytherin for how well I did on my potion, and took 50 points from Gryffindor for Potter running around the classroom.
"I'll tell the Weasleys for you." "Thanks," I said, hugging Potter. Then, for the first time in my life, my scar burned. It was really painful, but I didn't mention it. I just let go of Potter, and it felt that much better. It was strange.
One day, Draco and I were in the common room, sitting on the black leather couch, when I kindly offered him a peice of cheese. "What's this for?" he asked suspiciously, with a bit of a disgusted sneer.
"You'll see," I said, grinning at him, hoping he wouldn't understand. He didn't, so he just ate the cheese. After a few seconds, he started skipping around, chanting "Kill the chipmunk!" while everyone else watched laughing. Yes, even Pansy. I, on the other hand, was admiring him, and...damn, you caught me. His chant turned to "Beware the snickerdoodles!" John Riddle, a short little kid of sorts, came into the common room and skipped, chanting with Draco. But, unlike Draco, he hadn't eaten cursed cheese. Coincidence? I think not!
When the cursed cheese wore off, I immediately ran to the Chamber of Secrets.
Percy, who was standing in the main hallway, asked where I was going, but it was taking too long, so I told him to hide me, which was bad, because Draco ran into him, too.
"Watch yourself, Malfoy." "So, Weasley, we meet again. Dirt poor and they can still afford first-hand clothes for their prefect son. Wonder if Clearwater knows about your family." "Yes, she does, Malfoy. Mind your attitude. It can get you into trouble."
"You're hiding Diana, aren't you? I can feel her presence. She must've thought I would hurt her. Makes me wonder what your family's been doing to her." "Our family does not abuse her, Malfoy. Except perhaps my parents. Mum treats her like vermin. Dad sometimes forgets she exsists. But if her family hadn't abandoned her," I was furious. I just had to speak up.
"Percy! My family did not abandon me. My father lost all of his powers and my mother had to hide for her life. That's how I was forced to live with the disgrace to the wizard name that is your family." I blushed, realizing what I'd just said.
I ran straight to Myrtle's bathroom, where she was crying, as usual. "What's ailing you, Myrtle? Me, I insulted the family that has raised me since I was a year old."
"Someone came to my bathroom. I was just sitting here, minding my own business, and they found it funny to throw rotten fruits at me." "Oh. And I thought I had it bad."
"You remind me of a boy who came in here alot. He was a real cutie. Not one facial flaw. And his hair...his body wasn't bad, either," said Myrtle passionately. Then she continued,
"He told me about how he had to live in a muggle orphanage because his horrible muggle father abandoned his mother before he was born. His mother had died soon after. He respected me more than anyone else ever had. He came in here alot while the attacks were happening in the school. I had died then, too. It was kinda strange. One day, I let him curse a diary to preserve his memory in this bathroom. He was usually very independent, but he gave the diary to his best friend, Lucia Malfoy. She was nice, but not as nice as Tom. He was really nice to me. He sometimes even complimented me, but he always seemed to think I had it worse than him. I didn't, though. I'm just too sensitive. Just about everything makes me cry. People think I take things for granted, but I don't."
"I know that feeling." "Really?" "Yes. Very much." "Oh. It feels weird to know that somebody feels my pain in life..or death..but you're alive! Oh. Whatever. You know what I mean."
"Yes, actually, I do. Never thought I'd find anyone so much like me." "Ditto." "Well, I'm feeling better now. I'm probably missing my first class. Bye, Myrtle. Nice talking to you." "Bye, Diana."
My first class that day was Potions. "Sorry I'm late, Professor." "It's alright. Please take your seat, Miss Riddle. We were just about to pair people up for the energizing potion. Looks like alot of us here really need it."
I nodded and took my seat, while Potter glared at me. If he was a half of a second late, he'd get a detention atleast. I was about 15 minutes late, and I got nothing more or less than an explanation of what we were doing.
Then, of course, I was partnered with Potter to do the potion. "I'll prepare all the ingredients, and," "No you won't. I'll prepare some of the ingredients, too. By the way, Ron told me what you said about his family." "I can explain. I was angry at Percy for speaking ill of my family. At first I didn't realize what I was saying. I ran straight to Myrtle's bathroom, and..." "So that's why you're so late." "Yes. But can you please tell the Weasleys I'm sorry? If you don't, I might end up living in an orphanage like my father did." "Who is your father?" "I don't think now would be the best time to tell you," I said, as I threw the carefully cut ingredients into the potion.
Potter stirred the ingredients and drank some of the potion. After he drank it, he ran around the room a few times, coming back to his seat tireless.
"Wow.Yousurecutthepotioningredientswell. Kindawishyoudidn'tthough. Ohwell," said Harry. Professor Snape awarded 50 points to Slytherin for how well I did on my potion, and took 50 points from Gryffindor for Potter running around the classroom.
"I'll tell the Weasleys for you." "Thanks," I said, hugging Potter. Then, for the first time in my life, my scar burned. It was really painful, but I didn't mention it. I just let go of Potter, and it felt that much better. It was strange.
