CHAPTER TWO
Lilly and her friend Marilyn walked down the hall that afternoon after class. The class had been like no other she'd ever had, and she wasn't sure if she'd liked it or not.
"Can you believe that magazine"? Marilyn asked. " 'Twice the lashes, half the cash. Isn't that your kind of multiplying?' "she said, quoting an add for mascara. She shook her head. "If you ask me, don't the eyelashes they HAVE work?"
Lilly was quiet as Marilyn went ranting on.
"And the shampoo adds? Puh-leeze! Who cares if your hair is floating to other planets as long as it's actually on your head? Lilly?"
Lilly had gone very quiet.
"Are you okay, Lil? Cuz if you're not, you can always go to the nurse you know."
"Mar? What do you think of the new teacher?"
"Which one?"
"The dark-haired one. Harry."
Marilyn looked at her oddly.
"He's just a teacher, Lil. Like all others. Why?"
"I can't say." she replied. "I just felt really weird when he looked at me. Like I knew him or something. It was a really strong, sort of brainwave thing."
Marilyn looked at her.
"Lil?" she said. "You're kind of freaking me out."
*
Back in the classroom, Harry and Malfoy were having yet another tiff.
"YES, I'm SURE that was my mom." Harry said through gritted teeth. "I'd recognize her anywhere."
"Yeah, even though you've never met her? Uh-huh, I'm sure."
"So am I. Why would I lie?"
"Uhhhh." Malfoy stumbled around, trying to think of a reason. When he couldn't, he said
"Anyway, she's a mudblood." Harry's insides burned with anger.
"And that matters because.."
"Because when you're a mudblood, things generally go loopy when you're around normal people."
It was all he could do not to thrust out and hit him. This little worm just didn't know when to quit! He watched Malfoy Droning on about muggle-borns and their unluckiness, shaking with rage and sweating slightly with the combined efforts of trying not to hit him and carrying a huge pile of books to the table at the far end of the room, setting up for the next class.
".and I suppose we'll be seeing your useless father, too." Malfoy was saying as Harry jerked himself back to reality.
"I suppose if you don't get sick or anything, they'll have to pass. But slip up once, once at all, and both your mudblood parents fail!"
"My dad was a pure blood, and you know it." Hissed Harry through clenched teeth as the students in the next class came filing in.
"And don't forget that your parents are here too. Do anything to mine that harms them in any way, shape or form, and yours get detention for every little thing they do."
"Oooh, nasty karma." said a girl in the front row quietly, watching the two teacher glaring at one another.
"I don't think there'll be any learning done in here any time soon."
Knowing her assumptions of teachers were nearly always right, she went back to the book she'd been reading, smiling at the thought of a free period.
Lilly and her friend Marilyn walked down the hall that afternoon after class. The class had been like no other she'd ever had, and she wasn't sure if she'd liked it or not.
"Can you believe that magazine"? Marilyn asked. " 'Twice the lashes, half the cash. Isn't that your kind of multiplying?' "she said, quoting an add for mascara. She shook her head. "If you ask me, don't the eyelashes they HAVE work?"
Lilly was quiet as Marilyn went ranting on.
"And the shampoo adds? Puh-leeze! Who cares if your hair is floating to other planets as long as it's actually on your head? Lilly?"
Lilly had gone very quiet.
"Are you okay, Lil? Cuz if you're not, you can always go to the nurse you know."
"Mar? What do you think of the new teacher?"
"Which one?"
"The dark-haired one. Harry."
Marilyn looked at her oddly.
"He's just a teacher, Lil. Like all others. Why?"
"I can't say." she replied. "I just felt really weird when he looked at me. Like I knew him or something. It was a really strong, sort of brainwave thing."
Marilyn looked at her.
"Lil?" she said. "You're kind of freaking me out."
*
Back in the classroom, Harry and Malfoy were having yet another tiff.
"YES, I'm SURE that was my mom." Harry said through gritted teeth. "I'd recognize her anywhere."
"Yeah, even though you've never met her? Uh-huh, I'm sure."
"So am I. Why would I lie?"
"Uhhhh." Malfoy stumbled around, trying to think of a reason. When he couldn't, he said
"Anyway, she's a mudblood." Harry's insides burned with anger.
"And that matters because.."
"Because when you're a mudblood, things generally go loopy when you're around normal people."
It was all he could do not to thrust out and hit him. This little worm just didn't know when to quit! He watched Malfoy Droning on about muggle-borns and their unluckiness, shaking with rage and sweating slightly with the combined efforts of trying not to hit him and carrying a huge pile of books to the table at the far end of the room, setting up for the next class.
".and I suppose we'll be seeing your useless father, too." Malfoy was saying as Harry jerked himself back to reality.
"I suppose if you don't get sick or anything, they'll have to pass. But slip up once, once at all, and both your mudblood parents fail!"
"My dad was a pure blood, and you know it." Hissed Harry through clenched teeth as the students in the next class came filing in.
"And don't forget that your parents are here too. Do anything to mine that harms them in any way, shape or form, and yours get detention for every little thing they do."
"Oooh, nasty karma." said a girl in the front row quietly, watching the two teacher glaring at one another.
"I don't think there'll be any learning done in here any time soon."
Knowing her assumptions of teachers were nearly always right, she went back to the book she'd been reading, smiling at the thought of a free period.