A/N: Thank you for all 6 of my reviews! To get it out of the way, my friend
co-wrote a few of the chapters and I am giving her credit. Her screen name
is Flame M. So there, Melissa! Sorry this took so long to get up; we got a
virus on our computer and I had a friend coming in from the next state
over, so there was no time for my story. I mean that in the best way. Have
a nice day!
Havoc at Hogwarts
The normal babble that usually filled the great hall at breakfast time was interrupted as the doors burst open. Eris bounded down the aisle and plopped herself between Hermione and Neville.
Gossip tore across the hall about this new girl who walked like she owned the place (Even though she practically did). People were craning their necks to get a look at the girl who captured their attention.
"Hi!" Eris said cheerfully. She inwardly grimaced at her own phoniness
"Uh, what're you doing here?" Ron asked, bluntly.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I'm in Gryffindor! So, what's our first class?" They just sat there with open mouths, gaping.
"Uh . . .," Neville stammered.
"Hi! I'm Eris. And you are . . .?" She smiled. Inside, she was longing to inflate this butterball, attach him to a string and prod him with a stick until he popped. The idea was tempting, but she decided against it. Blowing up one of their friends was not a way to gain her target's trust.
"N-Neville," came a squeak.
"Transfiguration first," Hermione spared Neville of having to talk more.
"Goody!" Did I just say goody? Eris thought, disgusted with herself.
* * * *
The first class of the day began and Eris took an empty seat in the front. Professor McGonagall strode in and began speaking.
"Good morning. Please turn in your Books to Chapter twelve and take out your homework." She began.
"Whas shakin', Minnie?" Eris interjected, loud enough for the whole class to hear.
"What's shaking who? McGonagall snapped.
"Minnie. That is your name, isn't it?" Eris asked, completely unfazed.
"I shall be addressed by students as Professor McGonagall, only."
"Kay!" She kept mostly to herself for the rest of class. Hermione was beginning to dislike this girl especially when she answered her question about transfiguring elements.
At the end of the hour, they made their way down the grass to Hagrid's hut for Care of Magical Creatures. They prepared themselves for a WWF smack down. Eris, Malfoy and a dangerous animal? People would pay to see that.
"Who is that?" Eris questioned, looking at Malfoy."
"Draco Malfoy." Hermione said, disgusted.
"He's hot." She concluded.
"He's WHAT?" they chorused, looking at her with disbelief. Eris caught his eye and gave him a smirk that matched his own.
"G'mornin! I got a real treat fer yeh today," Hagrid said excitedly, as he walked with an animal that had a woman's head and breasts with a lion's body. "A sphinx! She's got a simple riddle fer anyone who thinks they're up ta it," he looked around and Eris raised her hand.
"I'll do it. I'm not afraid of a sphinx." Hermione coughed to cover something up that sounded mysteriously like "Stupid."
The sphinx eyed Eris and gave a minute bow, knowing that she was actually a goddess.
"What is the difference between a duck?" she asked. Hagrid chortled, knowing the answer. Eris turned to her classmates, grinned and looked back to the sphinx.
"One leg is both the same," She burst out laughing as the sphinx bowed and smirked. The rest of the class was utterly confused.
"I don't get it," Ron said to Harry.
"Join the club."
During lunch, the people who had witnessed her misbehavior in classes were telling all about it. The gossip was all over the school within a minute.
"Why is everyone wasting their breath on that girl?" Hermione remarked. "She isn't anything special."
"'course she is. Did you see the way she talked back to McGonagall? And that sphinx!" Ron said animatedly while chewing his steak and kidney pie. "I can't wait to see what happens in Divination! She'll throw Trelawney right on her bum!"
Indeed, Eris made an impression in that lesson, too. Since she did control fate, you know.
"Good afternoon, class. The Fates have informed me that your day has been fairly pleasant."
"No they haven't," Eris said suddenly.
"My dear," Trelawney looked slightly taken aback. "You obviously have no idea with whom you are dealing!"
"Oh, don't I? I thought that the Fates had better things to do than tell an oversized dragonfly about students' days."
"The fates are not to be contradicted!" Professor Trelawney's voice had begun to rise to such a shrill pitch that it was quite clear Eris was striking a nerve.
"I think the fates are not to be made fun of by people who pretend to have the inner eye. That is a gift few are granted with!" Abruptly she stopped. She was starting to sound like a goddess who knew what she was talking about instead of a smart-aleck pupil.
"Then make a prediction for us! Oh mighty seer!" Trelawney screeched sarcastically.
"Fine. You will get sick in three days, Lavender will lose her brush on the second day you are sick, Ron will find something out about his sister he never thought he would hear," She finished. People were looking wide-eyed at her and class continued normally, but only after . . .,
"Out! I will not stand for this! Out, before I send you to the headmaster!" Eris smirked at her and climbed down the stairs and out of sight.
"We will be continuing crystal balls today," Professor Trelawney continued, slightly frazzled. It was silent for a moment and then whispers shattered it. A death stare was all it took to shut them up again.
"Wow. Have you ever seen her kick anyone out like that? And how does Eris know what's going to happen this week?" were the things people slipped into their made up predictions so as not to annoy Trelawney anymore than she already was.
About five minutes into potions, Eris ran in and loudly pulled out a chair and sat, breathing hard.
"Man, how does anyone find their way around here?" she breathed, just as Snape walked in. She looked at him and decided that he needed to loosen up. And she was just the one to do the loosening. So she raised her hand in the middle of his speech about the difference between rat's liver and mouse's liver and their uses in potions.
"Yes?" He asked, bored and irritated. Eris jumped out of her seat and scurried up to the front of the room.
"Hi! I'm Eris and in case you couldn't already figure it out, I'm new! I enjoy nectar and my favorite pair of shoes I had to 'borrow' from a little bugger who didn't deserve to have them anyw-"
"Five points from whatever house you're in and sit," Snape said, dangerously.
"Gryffindor and I'm not done," She said, equally dangerous.
"Ten points and sit before I make it fifty."
"What crawled up your bum and died?" Eris murmured walking back to her seat.
"What?"
"Nothing!" she replied sweetly.
Eris was quiet after that, but the cogs in her mind were running at top speed. She was forming a plan to relax this guy. A smile appeared on her face like a light bulb had just turned on above her head.
In the common room that night, after Eris had gone to bed, people were talking non-stop about the events that had taken place that day.
"Can you believe her?"
"I know! Those awful things she said to professor Trelawney!" Lavender and Parvati were discussing their favorite teacher.
"Wasn't that wicked?"
"I can't believe someone actually stood up to Snape," Seamus and Dean were conversing in low whispers because Hermione looked like she was about to go off her rocker.
"Would you please stop talking about her? All she did was talk back to teachers! Anyone can do that. I can do that!" Hermione was having a hard time convincing Harry and Ron that Eris was not to be glorified. "Okay, so maybe I can't. But still!"
"Can we please stop talking about random people? Hermione, what are the answers to that homework assignment Binns gave us?" asked Ron, hurriedly. Hermione let out a sigh that was halfway between relief that they were on a different topic and frustration that Ron couldn't do his own homework.
A/N: So, what did you think? The next chapter is where the co-writing comes in. I came up with the general idea, but she verbalized a way for me to write it. Okay, so yeah. Stuff and stuff. I have nothing left to tell you except. . . I'M HUNGRY!!!!! Has anyone else noticed that you get really hungry when writing fan fiction? Maybe it's just me. I'm going to go eat toffee bars. Not the ones from Starbucks, even thought those are good too. The ones my sister made. They are way better. If anyone wants the recipe, I will post it at the top. They are REALLY good. Mmmmm.. I'm getting super hungry just thinking about it. Oh, and please review. I like them and they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside to know someone actually read my story. Toodeloo!
Havoc at Hogwarts
The normal babble that usually filled the great hall at breakfast time was interrupted as the doors burst open. Eris bounded down the aisle and plopped herself between Hermione and Neville.
Gossip tore across the hall about this new girl who walked like she owned the place (Even though she practically did). People were craning their necks to get a look at the girl who captured their attention.
"Hi!" Eris said cheerfully. She inwardly grimaced at her own phoniness
"Uh, what're you doing here?" Ron asked, bluntly.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I'm in Gryffindor! So, what's our first class?" They just sat there with open mouths, gaping.
"Uh . . .," Neville stammered.
"Hi! I'm Eris. And you are . . .?" She smiled. Inside, she was longing to inflate this butterball, attach him to a string and prod him with a stick until he popped. The idea was tempting, but she decided against it. Blowing up one of their friends was not a way to gain her target's trust.
"N-Neville," came a squeak.
"Transfiguration first," Hermione spared Neville of having to talk more.
"Goody!" Did I just say goody? Eris thought, disgusted with herself.
* * * *
The first class of the day began and Eris took an empty seat in the front. Professor McGonagall strode in and began speaking.
"Good morning. Please turn in your Books to Chapter twelve and take out your homework." She began.
"Whas shakin', Minnie?" Eris interjected, loud enough for the whole class to hear.
"What's shaking who? McGonagall snapped.
"Minnie. That is your name, isn't it?" Eris asked, completely unfazed.
"I shall be addressed by students as Professor McGonagall, only."
"Kay!" She kept mostly to herself for the rest of class. Hermione was beginning to dislike this girl especially when she answered her question about transfiguring elements.
At the end of the hour, they made their way down the grass to Hagrid's hut for Care of Magical Creatures. They prepared themselves for a WWF smack down. Eris, Malfoy and a dangerous animal? People would pay to see that.
"Who is that?" Eris questioned, looking at Malfoy."
"Draco Malfoy." Hermione said, disgusted.
"He's hot." She concluded.
"He's WHAT?" they chorused, looking at her with disbelief. Eris caught his eye and gave him a smirk that matched his own.
"G'mornin! I got a real treat fer yeh today," Hagrid said excitedly, as he walked with an animal that had a woman's head and breasts with a lion's body. "A sphinx! She's got a simple riddle fer anyone who thinks they're up ta it," he looked around and Eris raised her hand.
"I'll do it. I'm not afraid of a sphinx." Hermione coughed to cover something up that sounded mysteriously like "Stupid."
The sphinx eyed Eris and gave a minute bow, knowing that she was actually a goddess.
"What is the difference between a duck?" she asked. Hagrid chortled, knowing the answer. Eris turned to her classmates, grinned and looked back to the sphinx.
"One leg is both the same," She burst out laughing as the sphinx bowed and smirked. The rest of the class was utterly confused.
"I don't get it," Ron said to Harry.
"Join the club."
During lunch, the people who had witnessed her misbehavior in classes were telling all about it. The gossip was all over the school within a minute.
"Why is everyone wasting their breath on that girl?" Hermione remarked. "She isn't anything special."
"'course she is. Did you see the way she talked back to McGonagall? And that sphinx!" Ron said animatedly while chewing his steak and kidney pie. "I can't wait to see what happens in Divination! She'll throw Trelawney right on her bum!"
Indeed, Eris made an impression in that lesson, too. Since she did control fate, you know.
"Good afternoon, class. The Fates have informed me that your day has been fairly pleasant."
"No they haven't," Eris said suddenly.
"My dear," Trelawney looked slightly taken aback. "You obviously have no idea with whom you are dealing!"
"Oh, don't I? I thought that the Fates had better things to do than tell an oversized dragonfly about students' days."
"The fates are not to be contradicted!" Professor Trelawney's voice had begun to rise to such a shrill pitch that it was quite clear Eris was striking a nerve.
"I think the fates are not to be made fun of by people who pretend to have the inner eye. That is a gift few are granted with!" Abruptly she stopped. She was starting to sound like a goddess who knew what she was talking about instead of a smart-aleck pupil.
"Then make a prediction for us! Oh mighty seer!" Trelawney screeched sarcastically.
"Fine. You will get sick in three days, Lavender will lose her brush on the second day you are sick, Ron will find something out about his sister he never thought he would hear," She finished. People were looking wide-eyed at her and class continued normally, but only after . . .,
"Out! I will not stand for this! Out, before I send you to the headmaster!" Eris smirked at her and climbed down the stairs and out of sight.
"We will be continuing crystal balls today," Professor Trelawney continued, slightly frazzled. It was silent for a moment and then whispers shattered it. A death stare was all it took to shut them up again.
"Wow. Have you ever seen her kick anyone out like that? And how does Eris know what's going to happen this week?" were the things people slipped into their made up predictions so as not to annoy Trelawney anymore than she already was.
About five minutes into potions, Eris ran in and loudly pulled out a chair and sat, breathing hard.
"Man, how does anyone find their way around here?" she breathed, just as Snape walked in. She looked at him and decided that he needed to loosen up. And she was just the one to do the loosening. So she raised her hand in the middle of his speech about the difference between rat's liver and mouse's liver and their uses in potions.
"Yes?" He asked, bored and irritated. Eris jumped out of her seat and scurried up to the front of the room.
"Hi! I'm Eris and in case you couldn't already figure it out, I'm new! I enjoy nectar and my favorite pair of shoes I had to 'borrow' from a little bugger who didn't deserve to have them anyw-"
"Five points from whatever house you're in and sit," Snape said, dangerously.
"Gryffindor and I'm not done," She said, equally dangerous.
"Ten points and sit before I make it fifty."
"What crawled up your bum and died?" Eris murmured walking back to her seat.
"What?"
"Nothing!" she replied sweetly.
Eris was quiet after that, but the cogs in her mind were running at top speed. She was forming a plan to relax this guy. A smile appeared on her face like a light bulb had just turned on above her head.
In the common room that night, after Eris had gone to bed, people were talking non-stop about the events that had taken place that day.
"Can you believe her?"
"I know! Those awful things she said to professor Trelawney!" Lavender and Parvati were discussing their favorite teacher.
"Wasn't that wicked?"
"I can't believe someone actually stood up to Snape," Seamus and Dean were conversing in low whispers because Hermione looked like she was about to go off her rocker.
"Would you please stop talking about her? All she did was talk back to teachers! Anyone can do that. I can do that!" Hermione was having a hard time convincing Harry and Ron that Eris was not to be glorified. "Okay, so maybe I can't. But still!"
"Can we please stop talking about random people? Hermione, what are the answers to that homework assignment Binns gave us?" asked Ron, hurriedly. Hermione let out a sigh that was halfway between relief that they were on a different topic and frustration that Ron couldn't do his own homework.
A/N: So, what did you think? The next chapter is where the co-writing comes in. I came up with the general idea, but she verbalized a way for me to write it. Okay, so yeah. Stuff and stuff. I have nothing left to tell you except. . . I'M HUNGRY!!!!! Has anyone else noticed that you get really hungry when writing fan fiction? Maybe it's just me. I'm going to go eat toffee bars. Not the ones from Starbucks, even thought those are good too. The ones my sister made. They are way better. If anyone wants the recipe, I will post it at the top. They are REALLY good. Mmmmm.. I'm getting super hungry just thinking about it. Oh, and please review. I like them and they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside to know someone actually read my story. Toodeloo!