The World Upside Down
The house elves at home called her Batty. This was because Heneva like to hang with her back to ceiling and look down at the word from upside down. It gave her a different perspective on the people and things around her, or maybe it was just the drugs.
That is just what Heneva was doing at four a.m., the morning of her first official school day. She was hanging on the ceiling of her dorm room, stoned out of her mind and looking at the all the other girls. That girl Hermione was muggle born she decided, because she carried herself as though she had something to prove to the world.
There were two other girls also, but they hadn't been formally introduced yet. But you could tell that these two were very full of themselves, Gryffindors or no Gryffindors. They each had at least ten pictures on their nightstands all of themselves, the picture personas that were awake were each making faces at her as if to say, what a freak thank god I'm so perfect.
It was probably about time that she remove herself from the ceiling, she thought. She pulled out her wand from her robe pocket.
"Nagrav Nockot, "she whispered. Heneva promptly glided down to the floor landing on her feet. She was exhausted. Without a thought she flopped onto her bed and was out like a light.
"Up! Up! Everyone! You're going to be late if you're not up this instant!" Rang a very shrill voice through the dorm.
"I'm up Hermione! Now would you shut it?!" Came another voice less high but equally annoying voice. Heneva opened her eyes a bit to see the sun shooting through the window. She wasn't really sure where she was. And who was Hermione? How many illegal substances had she consumed?
She sat up to find herself in a large dorm room. Oh, she sighed, now she remembered she was in at Hogwarts and she remembered that girl Hermione from dinner last night. What she could remember was how much she'd taken and of what.
"Oh good you're up," Hermione said turning to face Heneva. "You better hurry and get dressed if you want breakfast."
"What time is it?" Heneva asked.
"Seven-thirty. We have double potions at eight-fifteen."
"With the Slytherins," groaned one of the two girls that Heneva didn't know. "Parvarti Patil, by the way."
"Heneva Vanwood."
"Ooh, are you one of the Vanwoods?" Said the other girl that she didn't know.
"Well I suppose I am," she said casually.
"Well I am Lavender Brown." Said the girl.
"Pleased to meet you, "Heneva told her.
Everyone proceeded to get ready. When no one was looking Heneva grabbed her film container full of cocaine out of her trunk and snorted a bit before slipping it inside of her robes. They all walked down the stairs together.
The great hall was very crowded by the time they got there. All of the Slytherins looked at Heneva funnily as she walked in. She put on a false smile (she was very good at those) and waved. Pansy and her group of giggling girls gave her the same fake smile and wave right back. Draco was trying to avoid looking at her.
She followed Hermione over to the Gryffindor table and took a seat between Harry and a red headed girl that must be Ron's sister.
"Morning," she said to Harry, before turning to the red head next to her. "Heneva Vanwood," she said extending a hand.
The other girl took it and replied, "Ginny Weasley."
"Older or younger that Ron?"
"Younger," piped in Ron from the other side of Harry.
"Only by a year," added Ginny.
"Older brothers, can't live with them, can't legally kill them right?" Heneva joked.
"So how many were you cursed with?" Asked Ginny.
"Only two, but that's enough."
"Well try six for me."
"Ouch I knew there were a lot of you but that's excess."
"Tell me about it."
"So," Ginny asked, "What year are you?"
"Seven."
"You went to Sherwood," asked Ron.
"Yeah."
"How come you didn't go here?" Asked Harry.
Heneva just gave a little shrug. She wasn't about to go into details about that matter. There was only so much that she was willing to risk divulging about her disgrace of a father and how his mind worked.
Before she knew it they were off to potions, fun, fun, fun. She dreaded seeing Severus. He had been like a second father to her when she was a little girl. But then Voldemort came back he was right back to the death eaters and she saw his real side, evil like her father.
When they all made it to Snape's dungeon she took a very deep breath before entering. As she walked by him he gave her a meaningful nod, while Heneva just scowled at him. She spotted Draco at a seat at the front of the classroom; he was once again trying not to look at her.
She tried to smile at him but he wasn't looking. She took a seat at the back of class with Hermione. The bell rang signaling the beginning of class. Snape walked to the front of the class.
"Can anyone tell me how to make a progma potion?" He asked, "How about you Ms. Vanwood?"
Heneva held her hand out in front of her and pretended to be looking at her nails. "No I don't believe that I can Severus."
Everyone in the class let out a gasp in horror except Draco who was trying very hard not to smile. Heneva let out a hollow laugh.
"You are to address me as Professor Snape in this classroom, is that understood Ms. Vanwood?" Said Snape trying not to sound to soft.
"Crystal," replied Heneva again trying to seem bored, another one of her many talents.
She could really use a hit of something right about now.
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The house elves at home called her Batty. This was because Heneva like to hang with her back to ceiling and look down at the word from upside down. It gave her a different perspective on the people and things around her, or maybe it was just the drugs.
That is just what Heneva was doing at four a.m., the morning of her first official school day. She was hanging on the ceiling of her dorm room, stoned out of her mind and looking at the all the other girls. That girl Hermione was muggle born she decided, because she carried herself as though she had something to prove to the world.
There were two other girls also, but they hadn't been formally introduced yet. But you could tell that these two were very full of themselves, Gryffindors or no Gryffindors. They each had at least ten pictures on their nightstands all of themselves, the picture personas that were awake were each making faces at her as if to say, what a freak thank god I'm so perfect.
It was probably about time that she remove herself from the ceiling, she thought. She pulled out her wand from her robe pocket.
"Nagrav Nockot, "she whispered. Heneva promptly glided down to the floor landing on her feet. She was exhausted. Without a thought she flopped onto her bed and was out like a light.
"Up! Up! Everyone! You're going to be late if you're not up this instant!" Rang a very shrill voice through the dorm.
"I'm up Hermione! Now would you shut it?!" Came another voice less high but equally annoying voice. Heneva opened her eyes a bit to see the sun shooting through the window. She wasn't really sure where she was. And who was Hermione? How many illegal substances had she consumed?
She sat up to find herself in a large dorm room. Oh, she sighed, now she remembered she was in at Hogwarts and she remembered that girl Hermione from dinner last night. What she could remember was how much she'd taken and of what.
"Oh good you're up," Hermione said turning to face Heneva. "You better hurry and get dressed if you want breakfast."
"What time is it?" Heneva asked.
"Seven-thirty. We have double potions at eight-fifteen."
"With the Slytherins," groaned one of the two girls that Heneva didn't know. "Parvarti Patil, by the way."
"Heneva Vanwood."
"Ooh, are you one of the Vanwoods?" Said the other girl that she didn't know.
"Well I suppose I am," she said casually.
"Well I am Lavender Brown." Said the girl.
"Pleased to meet you, "Heneva told her.
Everyone proceeded to get ready. When no one was looking Heneva grabbed her film container full of cocaine out of her trunk and snorted a bit before slipping it inside of her robes. They all walked down the stairs together.
The great hall was very crowded by the time they got there. All of the Slytherins looked at Heneva funnily as she walked in. She put on a false smile (she was very good at those) and waved. Pansy and her group of giggling girls gave her the same fake smile and wave right back. Draco was trying to avoid looking at her.
She followed Hermione over to the Gryffindor table and took a seat between Harry and a red headed girl that must be Ron's sister.
"Morning," she said to Harry, before turning to the red head next to her. "Heneva Vanwood," she said extending a hand.
The other girl took it and replied, "Ginny Weasley."
"Older or younger that Ron?"
"Younger," piped in Ron from the other side of Harry.
"Only by a year," added Ginny.
"Older brothers, can't live with them, can't legally kill them right?" Heneva joked.
"So how many were you cursed with?" Asked Ginny.
"Only two, but that's enough."
"Well try six for me."
"Ouch I knew there were a lot of you but that's excess."
"Tell me about it."
"So," Ginny asked, "What year are you?"
"Seven."
"You went to Sherwood," asked Ron.
"Yeah."
"How come you didn't go here?" Asked Harry.
Heneva just gave a little shrug. She wasn't about to go into details about that matter. There was only so much that she was willing to risk divulging about her disgrace of a father and how his mind worked.
Before she knew it they were off to potions, fun, fun, fun. She dreaded seeing Severus. He had been like a second father to her when she was a little girl. But then Voldemort came back he was right back to the death eaters and she saw his real side, evil like her father.
When they all made it to Snape's dungeon she took a very deep breath before entering. As she walked by him he gave her a meaningful nod, while Heneva just scowled at him. She spotted Draco at a seat at the front of the classroom; he was once again trying not to look at her.
She tried to smile at him but he wasn't looking. She took a seat at the back of class with Hermione. The bell rang signaling the beginning of class. Snape walked to the front of the class.
"Can anyone tell me how to make a progma potion?" He asked, "How about you Ms. Vanwood?"
Heneva held her hand out in front of her and pretended to be looking at her nails. "No I don't believe that I can Severus."
Everyone in the class let out a gasp in horror except Draco who was trying very hard not to smile. Heneva let out a hollow laugh.
"You are to address me as Professor Snape in this classroom, is that understood Ms. Vanwood?" Said Snape trying not to sound to soft.
"Crystal," replied Heneva again trying to seem bored, another one of her many talents.
She could really use a hit of something right about now.
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