What the hell was he thinking? James Potter? Head Boy?! Dumbledore's finally lost it.
Slipping in and out of mental consciousness, Kathryn Murdoch, or Kitta, as she preferred, sat in the front most compartment of the Hogwarts Express where she was to receive her Prefect duties for the ride to school. She hadn't heard over the summer who the new Head's were, and while the Evan's girl surprised no one, Potter received more than one strange look upon his arrival.
We're doomed. With the swollen headed git ruling over the Prefects this year, things are bound to get out of hand. I can just see him giving his friends special leeway when it comes to punishments. Nothing that's above that Lupin boy either.
Her gaze turning to the Gryffindor Prefect sitting a few seats down, a look of disgust moved onto her features, one that she kept when she attempted to turn her attention to James.
With all these 'brave' souls running around freely, I can already see that Slytherin will hold the title for most detentions received this year. Brave. Pah. You want to see brave? Try being at my house for Christmas. Every year something goes horribly wrong. Why, just on the last, a banshee decided to visit in the middle of the night. I never did like Uncle Henry.
Grasping the stack of papers from the kid next to her, she passed it on as instructed, looking down the list for her name. Duty immediately. The girl's scowl returned once more.
Figures they'd want the Slytherins to take first and last watch. Those are the longest patrolling times. Well, at least I managed to get at the top of the roster, rather than be in the last pair.
Now was the only time that Kitta truly had to sit and listen to their little presentation. The time when the password for the Prefects meeting room was set.
Ballycastle Bats? Really, Potter, a Quidditch team? At least you have some taste.
The meeting over she decided to wait until all had filed out. She was first on duty, after all. One of the new Hufflepuff Prefects stared at Kitta far too longer than the blonde haired 6th year liked. Glaring at the younger girl Kitta watched her until she'd left the compartment. Only one other person was left in the same room as her. She hadn't bothered to look at whom she was pared with until now.
You have got to be kidding me…
Remus Lupin was leaning against the table, his arms folded in front of his chest, apparently not to anxious about this pairing either.
It could be worse. It could be Potter.
Waiting in the doorway she held out her hands as their eyes met as if to say, 'You coming?' Lupin apparently got the hint and left the compartment first, his hands now at his side, walking down the hall silently.
Perhaps I'll have a stroke of luck and…Drat it all…
Remus decided against the continued silent trudging and had asked Kitta a question, though she didn't catch it, "What?" she snapped, her attention turning to him.
"I asked if you had a good summer," he said, his voice calm yet cold. Either he was doing this because asked to, or because he really was that desperate for conversation.
"Fine," she said simply, hoping this closed the subject.
Lupin apparently didn't want to draw the line there, "So you're a six-"
Kitta stopped in the hall, grabbing his arm, pushing him against the wall, "Look, I don't know why you're trying to have small talk with me, but I really don't care to talk to you. Lets get this obligation of ours over with and then go our separate ways. I had hoped I'd be able to evade working with you this year, as I had before, but apparently my fortune is starting to run thin. I've explained this in the most simplistic words I can dig up so you can understand. If any of this was above your head, let's try this; Shut up," she said, letting go of him, starting down the hall once again. Had anyone witnessed this small confrontation, they probably would have found it slightly amusing. Kitta wasn't exactly what someone would call, normal sized. About 5'2, her frame is just as small. Easily picked up and tossed around, this could be why she makes up for it with her sharp tongue.
Talking to me like he knew me. The nerve. Just because he's friends with that messy-haired prat. I can't stand a single one of those members of that group. What is it they call themselves? Marauders? More like Masher-wannabe's. Black thinks he's so cute. He and Potter, with their rabid little fan girls. All four of them think they're better than everyone else. The way they play their stupid pranks. As if they're supposed to be funny. I just have to say they're lucky that my brothers are no longer in school. They wouldn't have put up with this constant shaming of Slytherin. The purest of the houses? Hell no. Perhaps if I weren't so outnumbered, I'd take my aggressions out on them, the Marauders. However, this might not be so bad. Beating them down with their stupidity, one by one.
Looking behind her she realized that she was indeed now alone. Pulling up the sleeve over her watch she was slightly startled to take notice that it was five minutes past the time she was scheduled to return to a compartment for the rest of the ride. Coming down near the end of the train she pulled open what she thought to be an empty compartment, coming across Narcissa Black, a fellow 6th year. The girl looked pale, and upset, though she tried to hide it. Normally it was no concern to Kitta what troubled her classmates, Narci was her single exception.
The year was off to a fantastic start.