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Driven Under
Chapter 3
Liz gazed at her cluttered room in a mild fury. "GODAMMIT!!!" she shouted at the top of her
lungs, not caring who heard. She flung a shoe at the door. Being only a flip-flop, it did not
make the satisfying 'bang' that she had intended, instead just bounced off the door softly.
With one last "ARGHHH!!!" she flopped down on the bed, tired and mad. 'Goddamn the fucking
Ministry!!! Why can't I just use magic! I'd only use it for packing, it's not like I'd try to destroy
the fucking world or something' she thought bitterly. 'How exactly am I supposed to fit
everything I need for the next year in this one trunk?' The angelic little voice in her head
whispered that maybe she shouldn't try to pack so much, to just pack the things she needed.
"But I need all of this!" she said aloud, looking around at the countless clothing items, pairs of
shoes, and pieces of jewelry strewn about the room. 'Well you'll just have to do without some
of it' the logical side of her brain argued. "FINE!" she shouted angrily, not really caring that
anyone who happened to be outside of her door listening would think that she was quite crazy.
She started to unpack and repack her trunk for the thousandth time, looking longingly at all
the things she was leaving out. 'Oh well, at least you'll see your friends again in just 24
hours..'
***
'God, I'm so glad to be back here' Liz thought for the umpteenth time since she had stepped
inside Hogwarts. Sitting at the Ravenclaw table surrounded by her friends was the best place
she could possibly imagine being right now. She wasn't even thinking about tired she was
from having to wake up at 5 o'clock, an almost ungodly hour in her opinion. Her friends
weren't faring quite so well, though. Julie's head was in a drooped over position, and Liz had
to keep giving her shoves to keep her from falling into her plate of food. Carrie had a dazed
expression on her face as she mechanically ate her mashed potatoes. Stephanie and her
boyfriend Timothy Bloom, who were sitting across from her, were actually asleep, with Tim's
face on the table and Stephanie sprawled across his back. It didn't help that everyone in the
other houses seemed to be wide-awake, some of them pointing and snickering good-naturedly
at the brain dead group of Ravenclaws. Liz and her group of friends were notorious for being
late risers, most of them having been in similar positions throughout the Sorting Ceremony
and feast in previous years. Liz was usually pretty good about hiding her fatigue, trying her
best to appear bright eyed and cheerful no matter how tired she was. At the moment, she was
talking animatedly to her friend Sean, who she suspected wasn't even half awake. After a
while, she left him alone, and looked around the room.
Her eyes rested on the staff table, where everyone was eating and talking to each other in
hushed voices, lest any students overhear their oh-so- secretive discussion over lesson plans
and new cauldrons, Liz thought with an eye roll. The usual professors were still there, give or
take a few, most of them looking no different than they had the last six years she had known
them. Liz seriously doubted that magical people ever changed in appearance once they
reached a certain age. She saw Remus Lupin talking to Professor McGonagal, who looked very
happy to see her old student and friend back at Hogwarts. Remus-no! Professor Lupin, Liz
thought with a mental slap to the forehead- looked a bit overwhelmed, but happy and
comfortable nonetheless. 'No matter how attractive you think he is, he is totally off limits, not
only because he is probably twenty years your senior and your teacher at that' she said
sternly to herself. 'Plus, he probably doesn't even remember you.' And the issue was closed,
for that was how it was with Liz. When she ordered her mind to forget something she had
thought, her brain effectively sent that thought to the back of her mind, unlikely to ever be
brought out again.
With that settled, she turned her attention back to her friends. With a contented sigh, she
rested her head on the shoulder of Sean (who was now asleep), smiled, and closed her eyes.
'How nice it is to be here' was her last thought as fatigue set in and she joined her friends in
their slumber.
Driven Under
Chapter 3
Liz gazed at her cluttered room in a mild fury. "GODAMMIT!!!" she shouted at the top of her
lungs, not caring who heard. She flung a shoe at the door. Being only a flip-flop, it did not
make the satisfying 'bang' that she had intended, instead just bounced off the door softly.
With one last "ARGHHH!!!" she flopped down on the bed, tired and mad. 'Goddamn the fucking
Ministry!!! Why can't I just use magic! I'd only use it for packing, it's not like I'd try to destroy
the fucking world or something' she thought bitterly. 'How exactly am I supposed to fit
everything I need for the next year in this one trunk?' The angelic little voice in her head
whispered that maybe she shouldn't try to pack so much, to just pack the things she needed.
"But I need all of this!" she said aloud, looking around at the countless clothing items, pairs of
shoes, and pieces of jewelry strewn about the room. 'Well you'll just have to do without some
of it' the logical side of her brain argued. "FINE!" she shouted angrily, not really caring that
anyone who happened to be outside of her door listening would think that she was quite crazy.
She started to unpack and repack her trunk for the thousandth time, looking longingly at all
the things she was leaving out. 'Oh well, at least you'll see your friends again in just 24
hours..'
***
'God, I'm so glad to be back here' Liz thought for the umpteenth time since she had stepped
inside Hogwarts. Sitting at the Ravenclaw table surrounded by her friends was the best place
she could possibly imagine being right now. She wasn't even thinking about tired she was
from having to wake up at 5 o'clock, an almost ungodly hour in her opinion. Her friends
weren't faring quite so well, though. Julie's head was in a drooped over position, and Liz had
to keep giving her shoves to keep her from falling into her plate of food. Carrie had a dazed
expression on her face as she mechanically ate her mashed potatoes. Stephanie and her
boyfriend Timothy Bloom, who were sitting across from her, were actually asleep, with Tim's
face on the table and Stephanie sprawled across his back. It didn't help that everyone in the
other houses seemed to be wide-awake, some of them pointing and snickering good-naturedly
at the brain dead group of Ravenclaws. Liz and her group of friends were notorious for being
late risers, most of them having been in similar positions throughout the Sorting Ceremony
and feast in previous years. Liz was usually pretty good about hiding her fatigue, trying her
best to appear bright eyed and cheerful no matter how tired she was. At the moment, she was
talking animatedly to her friend Sean, who she suspected wasn't even half awake. After a
while, she left him alone, and looked around the room.
Her eyes rested on the staff table, where everyone was eating and talking to each other in
hushed voices, lest any students overhear their oh-so- secretive discussion over lesson plans
and new cauldrons, Liz thought with an eye roll. The usual professors were still there, give or
take a few, most of them looking no different than they had the last six years she had known
them. Liz seriously doubted that magical people ever changed in appearance once they
reached a certain age. She saw Remus Lupin talking to Professor McGonagal, who looked very
happy to see her old student and friend back at Hogwarts. Remus-no! Professor Lupin, Liz
thought with a mental slap to the forehead- looked a bit overwhelmed, but happy and
comfortable nonetheless. 'No matter how attractive you think he is, he is totally off limits, not
only because he is probably twenty years your senior and your teacher at that' she said
sternly to herself. 'Plus, he probably doesn't even remember you.' And the issue was closed,
for that was how it was with Liz. When she ordered her mind to forget something she had
thought, her brain effectively sent that thought to the back of her mind, unlikely to ever be
brought out again.
With that settled, she turned her attention back to her friends. With a contented sigh, she
rested her head on the shoulder of Sean (who was now asleep), smiled, and closed her eyes.
'How nice it is to be here' was her last thought as fatigue set in and she joined her friends in
their slumber.
