"Margeaux, what are you doing up so early!?" questioned a deep voice
somewhere behind Margeaux.
Startled, Margeaux slowly pulled her wand from her pocket, and
almost said a spell. She stopped when she realized who was near her.
"Sacrateise, you scared me 'alf to death! What am I doing up? What are
you doing up!?" she shouted at him.
"Sorry girl, just trying to you know, relive my dads ways at Hogwarts.
Jynxing a few tables to float in the air when people try to eat" said
Sacrateise. He snickered a little.
"I should tell Dumbly..." Margeaux started.
Before she could finish, Skye emerged from under a table and
stood next to Sacrateise.
"Dudette, you ain't gonna do that. You'd totally get me in trouble to.
And you know, that might ruin your dads reputation a bit!" Skye looked
at Margeaux with a smirk on her face, knowing that any mention of her
dads reputation getting ruined would make her keep her mouth shut.
"Whatever!" said Margeaux as she stomped off to the Ravenclaw tower.
Sacrateise and Skye both high-fived eachother. Then they walked
around and went back to the Slytherin tower. They stayed there for
about one more hour, until they heard students chattering, and going
through the halls as they headed to breakfast.
At breakfast, Skye, Margeaux and Sacrateise sat with the
Gryffindors. Margeaux and Draco stared at eachother from across the
hall, Skye talked with Ginny about pointless things, Ron sat staring
at Skye, while Sacrateise told Harry what Skye and himself had done
earlier that morning. As usual, Hermione had her head burried into a
book.
About 30 seconds later, the food appeared. As people began to
dig into their plates, the tables started to break apart like puzzles
and float in the air. The only table that didn't was Gryffindor.
After 5 minutes, the teachers finally managed to mend all the
tables and put them back where the belonged. Then, everyone ate
breakfast. Soon after breakfast ended, all of the students headed for
the first class of their day.
For Ron, Harry, Hermione, Skye and Draco it was flying lessons.
Margeaux was so good in potions, she was placed in advanced, so she was
in class with Sacrateise.
Ron, Harry, Hermione, Skye and Draco stood on the Hogwarts
grounds next to Crabbe, Goyle and Neville Longbottom. The teacher,
Madam Hooch, was very old, and in her normal bad mood.
"Allright, for those of you who don't know, I'm Madam Hooch. Welcome to
flying lessons. On my whistle, mount your broom and kick off the ground
with your right leg" she said in a formal voice.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle and 20 people mounted brooms, and
19 flew into the air. Neville Longbottom remained on the ground. Madam
Hooch began shouting at him, and didn't pay much attention to the
students in flight. Thats when it happened.
She didn't like flying. She was terrefied of heights. She was
afraid to keep her eyes open, so she didn't. She finally opened her
eyes, but she didn't know how to control a broom. She lost control. Her
broom went flying into the Whomping Willow.
After the tree attacked her viciously, it finally let her go,
and took its fury out on her broom. She lay unconcious on the ground,
very still. All of the students ran to her. Madam Hooch became aware of
the present situation.
Since Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were pretty much the most
capable of carrying someone, Madam Hooch had them carry the girl to
the infermirary. While they ran her up the stairs, the girl tried to
speak. No sound was issued. Her chest raised up, stayed for a while,
then hollowed down as she gave her last breath. Her arm, which was
rested at her side, fell limply and hung from her body between the two
boys carrying her.
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Uhh.. sorry if i got a little descriptive in that. I was listening to
"My Last Breath" by Evanescence while I wrote that. Anyways, hope you
are enjoying the story, read and review please ^_^
!@#$%^&*~Jess~*&^%$#@!
somewhere behind Margeaux.
Startled, Margeaux slowly pulled her wand from her pocket, and
almost said a spell. She stopped when she realized who was near her.
"Sacrateise, you scared me 'alf to death! What am I doing up? What are
you doing up!?" she shouted at him.
"Sorry girl, just trying to you know, relive my dads ways at Hogwarts.
Jynxing a few tables to float in the air when people try to eat" said
Sacrateise. He snickered a little.
"I should tell Dumbly..." Margeaux started.
Before she could finish, Skye emerged from under a table and
stood next to Sacrateise.
"Dudette, you ain't gonna do that. You'd totally get me in trouble to.
And you know, that might ruin your dads reputation a bit!" Skye looked
at Margeaux with a smirk on her face, knowing that any mention of her
dads reputation getting ruined would make her keep her mouth shut.
"Whatever!" said Margeaux as she stomped off to the Ravenclaw tower.
Sacrateise and Skye both high-fived eachother. Then they walked
around and went back to the Slytherin tower. They stayed there for
about one more hour, until they heard students chattering, and going
through the halls as they headed to breakfast.
At breakfast, Skye, Margeaux and Sacrateise sat with the
Gryffindors. Margeaux and Draco stared at eachother from across the
hall, Skye talked with Ginny about pointless things, Ron sat staring
at Skye, while Sacrateise told Harry what Skye and himself had done
earlier that morning. As usual, Hermione had her head burried into a
book.
About 30 seconds later, the food appeared. As people began to
dig into their plates, the tables started to break apart like puzzles
and float in the air. The only table that didn't was Gryffindor.
After 5 minutes, the teachers finally managed to mend all the
tables and put them back where the belonged. Then, everyone ate
breakfast. Soon after breakfast ended, all of the students headed for
the first class of their day.
For Ron, Harry, Hermione, Skye and Draco it was flying lessons.
Margeaux was so good in potions, she was placed in advanced, so she was
in class with Sacrateise.
Ron, Harry, Hermione, Skye and Draco stood on the Hogwarts
grounds next to Crabbe, Goyle and Neville Longbottom. The teacher,
Madam Hooch, was very old, and in her normal bad mood.
"Allright, for those of you who don't know, I'm Madam Hooch. Welcome to
flying lessons. On my whistle, mount your broom and kick off the ground
with your right leg" she said in a formal voice.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle and 20 people mounted brooms, and
19 flew into the air. Neville Longbottom remained on the ground. Madam
Hooch began shouting at him, and didn't pay much attention to the
students in flight. Thats when it happened.
She didn't like flying. She was terrefied of heights. She was
afraid to keep her eyes open, so she didn't. She finally opened her
eyes, but she didn't know how to control a broom. She lost control. Her
broom went flying into the Whomping Willow.
After the tree attacked her viciously, it finally let her go,
and took its fury out on her broom. She lay unconcious on the ground,
very still. All of the students ran to her. Madam Hooch became aware of
the present situation.
Since Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were pretty much the most
capable of carrying someone, Madam Hooch had them carry the girl to
the infermirary. While they ran her up the stairs, the girl tried to
speak. No sound was issued. Her chest raised up, stayed for a while,
then hollowed down as she gave her last breath. Her arm, which was
rested at her side, fell limply and hung from her body between the two
boys carrying her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Uhh.. sorry if i got a little descriptive in that. I was listening to
"My Last Breath" by Evanescence while I wrote that. Anyways, hope you
are enjoying the story, read and review please ^_^
!@#$%^&*~Jess~*&^%$#@!