Thanks a lot to all my reveiwers. I know I misspelled a few things, and that WAS due to fast typing, but ironically enough, my stupid word prossessor dosn't have spell check, so I think there's always gonna be one or 2 misspellings. Oh, and yes, I do collect butterflies, but I don't have as many as Zoe, and she's going to be no more childish than she is now, which she probably wouldn't be if she didn't have nightmares so often.
Disclaimer : I think you've caught on by now. I don't own anything.
Oh, and I'm not sure if the head boy/girl can give/take away points, but in this story, they can. So don't tell me weather or not they can in your review. (do that when you've finished, by the way.)
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I woke up again the next morning, relived that I at least got a little sleep.i must have fallen asleep sometime, because I was waking up, right?
Dimly, with sleep still plaguing my body and most of my mind, I felt around for Potato. He wasn't there.
"Oh, damn." I thought. "He's fallen under the bed or something and now i'm gonna have to crawl under and get him in front of eveyone..."
I rolled out of bed, messing up my covers even more than they already were, and rummaged under the bed, trying to hide what was sure to be there from everyone who was already awake.
"Looking for something?" Lela apeared over my bed.
"No." I mumbled.
"Your teddy?"
"I don't sleep with a teddy, Lela. Please go..."
"Your butterfly? Your ripped, sewn, frayed, faded pink plush BUTTERFLY?"
A few people looked up.
"Please..." I thought longingly. "Please make her shut up..."
"Like...THIS ONE?" She held up Potato in her smooth pink hand, by one of his fragile antennae.
"I'll kill her..." I thought angrilly, as my face flushed and I started shaking with anger.
Everyone who was awake was looking at me now. The fact that Elizabeth was sliding a stuffed bunny rabbit out of sight as she laughed at me was little comfort.
"Want him back?" Lela leered at me and took hold of the other antenna.
Suddenly, all my pent up anger seemed to burst forth.
"GIVE HIM BACK!" I screeched across the room. Pat was jerked from sleep. "GIVE HIM THE HELL BACK!"
"Little girls who sleep with butterflies aren't old enough to swear..." Lela chimed out happily in a sing-song voice.
"I think you're a little to old for that!" laughed marion as she hurriedley hid her big plush panda bear. Lela held one of Potato's antaeea in each hand. I didn't think she'd rip him, I just had a feeling, but she was certainly threatening to. My mind worked furiously.
I lunged at her and knocked her backwards into Amy before I even knew what I was doing, making furious grabs at Potato.
"HEY! GET OFF!" she cried surprised, as though she couldn't imagine what on earth she could have done to make me so mad. Elizabeth screamed.
I heard feet pattering out the door, probably toget an adult, but I didn't care. All I cared about was getting Potato back before Lela ripped him in two.
On my third attempt, I managed to grab one of his wings and hold tight. Amy had jumped back, but Lela was still haning on to Potato with one hand and me with the other.
"Why isn't this bitch in Slytherin?" I wondered wildly, as Lela grabbed at my hair.
Just then, as Lela yanked my hair and I yanked Potato, two pairs of feet came hurrying into the room, and I knew enough of pattering feet that one pair belonged to someone older than I was. Everything stopped. For the first time, i noticed Pat trying to pull Lela off me, but she was frozen too. it was like the scene had been put on "pause."
"What on EARTH is going on here?" broke the silence. I looked over at the door. Elizabeth was standing meekly beside a very tall girl with bushy brown hair.
"It's the first DAY, for pity's sake! I thought I'd have to deal with this junk from the Slytherins, but not from Gryffindors! What happened here?"
Before I could say anything, Lela got a look in her eye that I didn't like AT ALL.
"Umm...Zoe was making fun of me because i sleep with this butterfly!" she erupted from her wide mouth. Her curly black hair began to get frizzy.
I was so shocked, I couldn't even protest as she carried on with her lie.
"She grbbed it, and started making fun of me in front of everyone! I tried to get it back, but she pulled my hair!" She bacame aware just then that she still had a fistful of MY hair. She dropped it hurriedly. Her hair was frizzier now.
"This is ridiculous!" The girl with the brown hair snapped. Zoe, give Lela back her butterfly!" My heart stopped. Pat opened her mouth then.
"Excuse me, but-"
"BE QUIET! ZOE! GET A MOVE ON!"
"But-" Pat squeaked out.
"PAT! SHUT UP!" the girl growled, and rolled her brown eyes.
"Zoe.."
I wanted to cry. No one was sticking up for me but pat, and this girl wouldn't let her speak. And she was either going to stand there until I surrendered Potato to Lela, or take him away and give him to her herself.
Slowly, with shaking hands, and Pat still trying to say something, I bit back tears as I handed Potato to Lela, who grinned.
"Thank you so much. Now, PLEASE don't let this happen again! I was studying, okay?" The girl turned around and left, slamming the door behind her.
"I will KILL her!" Exclaimed Pat. "She's always acting like this!"
"Lela?" I asked shakily.
"No, Head girl. Hermione. She's my cousin, and she gasn't taken too kindly to me since I flushed her golfish down the toilet when she was seven." Pat explained. But I wasn't listening.
"Okay, lela. You've had your stupid fun. Now give me back my butterfly!" I glared at her, and Pat was imediatley at my side, also glaring.
"Oh, I don't know if I will...He's SUCH a nice butterfly..." she grinned evily at me. "I think I'll call him...Flutterby." She smiled at me. "Have a good first lesson!"
*
This was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. Potato was gone. I had a feeling Hermione wasn't going to let me complain, and what teacher would help me with a problem so juvinile as a stolen stuffed animal?
Lela had tossed him on the bed, where he'd landed, upside down. She didn't even talk to him. Her hair had imediatley gone back to being curly after Hermione had left. Apparently, it got frizzy when she told lies. Not that that would help me with my problem. And as much as I hated to admit it, she was right. I WAS too old to care so much about a stuffed animal. But she didn't understand. I NEEDED him. He was the only one who truly understood how I felt when i woke up scared. the only one I could talk to about some things. Like dad, or growing up, or how much I hated someione. This was going to be a long year.
Paul and Pat were on my side of course, but if the Head Girl wouldn't listen to Pat and Paul wasn't even allowed into our room, what could they really do?
My first class was so boring, and I was so miserable, I could hardly remember what it was.
"Cheer up, Zoe." said Pat kindly, as we went up to the dorm to get our books at lunch. "You'll get him back. And I know how much it means to you. I had this tiger that was so...oh, you know. he was special. But I forgot him. Mom's sending him up from home, as soon as I send her a letter so she can use the owl..."
Her chatter died away as I opened to dormitory door, and what did I see, but Potato, Or Flutterby, as he was now called, lying unguarded on Lela's bed.
"Take him!" Whispered Pat. "You can hide him or something!"
The same thought had crossed my mind. I didn't want to hide him, but what else was my choice? Carefully, I picked him up, and a piercing squalk rang through te room, like a parrot being stepped on.
"Put him down!" cried Pat. "She's jinxed him!" I dropped him. He looked up at me sadly, as the squalking stopped. Potato jinxed/ i'd kill her!
Dimly noticing that this was the second time i'd wanted to kill Lela in one day, I got my books and hurried to Defence against the dark arts as the bell rang, Pat alongside me.
*
That was a class I would have enjoyed, if I'd still had Potato. The teacher was named Professor Bannock, but she had told us first thing to call her Samantha. She was young, maybe thirty, whch was a surprise, since all my other teachers had been old, or, in one case, dead.
She's first given us a little talk.
"Defence Against The Dark Arts is a very very VERY important branch of magic, especially now, for, scarcley two years ago, He Who must Not Be Named returned. "
Most of the class had looked puzzled, those were the muggle borns like Paul and Pat, and to the other half, the pure bloods, it was old news. Two years had gone by. Voldemort had killed about seven families, three important president-type people, seven other misilanious people, and the old Minister For Magic, Cornelius Fudge. The new one was named Peter McDonohugh, and he actually did a pretty good job.
Samantha then explained to the muggle-borns who Voldemort was, and we preceded to learn a bit of basic defence. Samantha called me over to her desk as we were leaving.
"Are you okay? You seemed so sad all through the class."
"It's nothing" I said, for the firt time embarrassed to tell anyone about Potato.
"Well, okay..." she didn't look convinced. "You can always come to me, though, okay? I never had teachers who would LISTEN when I was a kid. I'm going to be that kind of teacher, one who will listen. So you can always talk to me, okay?"
I nodded, feeling that if I told her my problem, she's probably laugh me out of her office.
Disclaimer : I think you've caught on by now. I don't own anything.
Oh, and I'm not sure if the head boy/girl can give/take away points, but in this story, they can. So don't tell me weather or not they can in your review. (do that when you've finished, by the way.)
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I woke up again the next morning, relived that I at least got a little sleep.i must have fallen asleep sometime, because I was waking up, right?
Dimly, with sleep still plaguing my body and most of my mind, I felt around for Potato. He wasn't there.
"Oh, damn." I thought. "He's fallen under the bed or something and now i'm gonna have to crawl under and get him in front of eveyone..."
I rolled out of bed, messing up my covers even more than they already were, and rummaged under the bed, trying to hide what was sure to be there from everyone who was already awake.
"Looking for something?" Lela apeared over my bed.
"No." I mumbled.
"Your teddy?"
"I don't sleep with a teddy, Lela. Please go..."
"Your butterfly? Your ripped, sewn, frayed, faded pink plush BUTTERFLY?"
A few people looked up.
"Please..." I thought longingly. "Please make her shut up..."
"Like...THIS ONE?" She held up Potato in her smooth pink hand, by one of his fragile antennae.
"I'll kill her..." I thought angrilly, as my face flushed and I started shaking with anger.
Everyone who was awake was looking at me now. The fact that Elizabeth was sliding a stuffed bunny rabbit out of sight as she laughed at me was little comfort.
"Want him back?" Lela leered at me and took hold of the other antenna.
Suddenly, all my pent up anger seemed to burst forth.
"GIVE HIM BACK!" I screeched across the room. Pat was jerked from sleep. "GIVE HIM THE HELL BACK!"
"Little girls who sleep with butterflies aren't old enough to swear..." Lela chimed out happily in a sing-song voice.
"I think you're a little to old for that!" laughed marion as she hurriedley hid her big plush panda bear. Lela held one of Potato's antaeea in each hand. I didn't think she'd rip him, I just had a feeling, but she was certainly threatening to. My mind worked furiously.
I lunged at her and knocked her backwards into Amy before I even knew what I was doing, making furious grabs at Potato.
"HEY! GET OFF!" she cried surprised, as though she couldn't imagine what on earth she could have done to make me so mad. Elizabeth screamed.
I heard feet pattering out the door, probably toget an adult, but I didn't care. All I cared about was getting Potato back before Lela ripped him in two.
On my third attempt, I managed to grab one of his wings and hold tight. Amy had jumped back, but Lela was still haning on to Potato with one hand and me with the other.
"Why isn't this bitch in Slytherin?" I wondered wildly, as Lela grabbed at my hair.
Just then, as Lela yanked my hair and I yanked Potato, two pairs of feet came hurrying into the room, and I knew enough of pattering feet that one pair belonged to someone older than I was. Everything stopped. For the first time, i noticed Pat trying to pull Lela off me, but she was frozen too. it was like the scene had been put on "pause."
"What on EARTH is going on here?" broke the silence. I looked over at the door. Elizabeth was standing meekly beside a very tall girl with bushy brown hair.
"It's the first DAY, for pity's sake! I thought I'd have to deal with this junk from the Slytherins, but not from Gryffindors! What happened here?"
Before I could say anything, Lela got a look in her eye that I didn't like AT ALL.
"Umm...Zoe was making fun of me because i sleep with this butterfly!" she erupted from her wide mouth. Her curly black hair began to get frizzy.
I was so shocked, I couldn't even protest as she carried on with her lie.
"She grbbed it, and started making fun of me in front of everyone! I tried to get it back, but she pulled my hair!" She bacame aware just then that she still had a fistful of MY hair. She dropped it hurriedly. Her hair was frizzier now.
"This is ridiculous!" The girl with the brown hair snapped. Zoe, give Lela back her butterfly!" My heart stopped. Pat opened her mouth then.
"Excuse me, but-"
"BE QUIET! ZOE! GET A MOVE ON!"
"But-" Pat squeaked out.
"PAT! SHUT UP!" the girl growled, and rolled her brown eyes.
"Zoe.."
I wanted to cry. No one was sticking up for me but pat, and this girl wouldn't let her speak. And she was either going to stand there until I surrendered Potato to Lela, or take him away and give him to her herself.
Slowly, with shaking hands, and Pat still trying to say something, I bit back tears as I handed Potato to Lela, who grinned.
"Thank you so much. Now, PLEASE don't let this happen again! I was studying, okay?" The girl turned around and left, slamming the door behind her.
"I will KILL her!" Exclaimed Pat. "She's always acting like this!"
"Lela?" I asked shakily.
"No, Head girl. Hermione. She's my cousin, and she gasn't taken too kindly to me since I flushed her golfish down the toilet when she was seven." Pat explained. But I wasn't listening.
"Okay, lela. You've had your stupid fun. Now give me back my butterfly!" I glared at her, and Pat was imediatley at my side, also glaring.
"Oh, I don't know if I will...He's SUCH a nice butterfly..." she grinned evily at me. "I think I'll call him...Flutterby." She smiled at me. "Have a good first lesson!"
*
This was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. Potato was gone. I had a feeling Hermione wasn't going to let me complain, and what teacher would help me with a problem so juvinile as a stolen stuffed animal?
Lela had tossed him on the bed, where he'd landed, upside down. She didn't even talk to him. Her hair had imediatley gone back to being curly after Hermione had left. Apparently, it got frizzy when she told lies. Not that that would help me with my problem. And as much as I hated to admit it, she was right. I WAS too old to care so much about a stuffed animal. But she didn't understand. I NEEDED him. He was the only one who truly understood how I felt when i woke up scared. the only one I could talk to about some things. Like dad, or growing up, or how much I hated someione. This was going to be a long year.
Paul and Pat were on my side of course, but if the Head Girl wouldn't listen to Pat and Paul wasn't even allowed into our room, what could they really do?
My first class was so boring, and I was so miserable, I could hardly remember what it was.
"Cheer up, Zoe." said Pat kindly, as we went up to the dorm to get our books at lunch. "You'll get him back. And I know how much it means to you. I had this tiger that was so...oh, you know. he was special. But I forgot him. Mom's sending him up from home, as soon as I send her a letter so she can use the owl..."
Her chatter died away as I opened to dormitory door, and what did I see, but Potato, Or Flutterby, as he was now called, lying unguarded on Lela's bed.
"Take him!" Whispered Pat. "You can hide him or something!"
The same thought had crossed my mind. I didn't want to hide him, but what else was my choice? Carefully, I picked him up, and a piercing squalk rang through te room, like a parrot being stepped on.
"Put him down!" cried Pat. "She's jinxed him!" I dropped him. He looked up at me sadly, as the squalking stopped. Potato jinxed/ i'd kill her!
Dimly noticing that this was the second time i'd wanted to kill Lela in one day, I got my books and hurried to Defence against the dark arts as the bell rang, Pat alongside me.
*
That was a class I would have enjoyed, if I'd still had Potato. The teacher was named Professor Bannock, but she had told us first thing to call her Samantha. She was young, maybe thirty, whch was a surprise, since all my other teachers had been old, or, in one case, dead.
She's first given us a little talk.
"Defence Against The Dark Arts is a very very VERY important branch of magic, especially now, for, scarcley two years ago, He Who must Not Be Named returned. "
Most of the class had looked puzzled, those were the muggle borns like Paul and Pat, and to the other half, the pure bloods, it was old news. Two years had gone by. Voldemort had killed about seven families, three important president-type people, seven other misilanious people, and the old Minister For Magic, Cornelius Fudge. The new one was named Peter McDonohugh, and he actually did a pretty good job.
Samantha then explained to the muggle-borns who Voldemort was, and we preceded to learn a bit of basic defence. Samantha called me over to her desk as we were leaving.
"Are you okay? You seemed so sad all through the class."
"It's nothing" I said, for the firt time embarrassed to tell anyone about Potato.
"Well, okay..." she didn't look convinced. "You can always come to me, though, okay? I never had teachers who would LISTEN when I was a kid. I'm going to be that kind of teacher, one who will listen. So you can always talk to me, okay?"
I nodded, feeling that if I told her my problem, she's probably laugh me out of her office.