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Chapter 3 The feast and the first day.
When you arrive in my lovely Hogwarts castle you get the feeling of being a princess in the stories read to you as a child where the princess runs from the witch and finds her prince falls in love and lives happily ever after. Well we have the castle part down and the clothing is similar but you're not guaranteed to meet your prince and live happily ever after, but you'll get your fair share of witches and magic. I entered the great hall followed by the other students, the four tables lined to hall. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. The staff table was placed at the head of the hall; Dumbledore's throne as you may put it was seated in the middle whilst the other teacher's seats were sat to his left and right. God knows whether they can see anything which goes on from there but Snape never fails to notice trouble he has ears like a bat and sight like a cat. He has many different animal qualities, his dog breath for one. "Another year has come, many fun days wait for you and many different occasions are planned, these include a Yule ball and a talent show for all you talent filled people out there. But now for the talent we all possess enjoy" Dumbledore announced. With that the tables filled with food, I stared at it not bad tuck in. I find myself at this minute staring around the hall my eyes locking on each person individually, but none caught my attention more than the ugly miser Snape, probably his minging face that is holding my eyes like a small child being told by their mother not to stare at the disabled. He ate carefully watching each piece of food with penetrative interest looking through it as if checking it for safety. IM surprised he's lasted this long without being poisoned. The rest of them at my table had begun to turn my attention away from Snape by discussing anything which came into their minds, nobody ever talked about anything with much seriousness any more. The conversation stood as thus. Football and Quidditch. Shopping. School Muffins Microwaves Microwave muffins And men. Hmm my topic ME: So how's it going on the boyfriend front guys (well I mean girls, but if the boys want to join in it's no skin off my nose) GIRLS: (Long pause...) Ermm not bad. (They chorused) A complete lie in any ones eyes, I know for a fact Hermione's after Ron, Parvati Patil is seeing Seamus Finnigan another reason for me to leave him alone, and I've heard it in the grape vine that somebody in Gryffindor is seeing Sirius Black, yep you read me correctly, Sirius Black is the new arithmacy teacher here at Hogwarts, I never knew he could do arithmacy, I thought maybe someone from our year, but its supposed to be someone younger, Now you see younger is not classed as innocent all of the time. I reached my bed, just after midnight after an extremely long meal, why feasts take so long is beyond me. We discussed fate a slightly warped conversation for meal times but it interested me none the less. People say everything happens for a reason and you can't do anything to change that, and I for one on a serious note am inclined to agree. I think fate controls everything and what happens, happens there is no changing the fact. Pondering this I fell asleep, I must have slept strange because my dreams invaded my head. It was like being in a soap opera all badly acted and melodramatic, hmm a lot like my life.
The dream. I was walking alone along a pier, it was a dark night and the sea crashed against the rocks, there was no sound, the place was empty, like Blackpool when the OAP ballroom dancing sessions are called off and the theatre and theme parks are closed. I was wearing my night gown (as always in these sorts of dreams, funny you never feel the cold), the wind whistled around my ankles, and my hair blew in my face. (Which was quite itchy and irritating)? It seemed as if I was walking for hours but never really going any where, until I saw a black shape watching the water, long black robes billowed around his tall thin frame, and his long pony tailed black hair danced in motion with the wind. I was lost in awe at the beautiful sight in front of my eyes. Then he turned slightly to look at me staring at me with those pensive eyes, and then.......
AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!
I woke up.. SCREAMING!!!!!!!! I was staring into the deep pensive eyes of Severus Snape, which is scary enough, without the fact that I liked it, I liked how he looked and how he looked at me, and now IM sweating, maybe hopefully IM sick, a strange disease making me think these things. I may go and see Madame Pomfrey.
One Hour Later
It appears as if IM perfectly healthy, I think IM going to be sick!
The First Day.
Well good morning all, All is wonderful I have a pounding headache, bed head hair, a stiff neck and I think IM running late for breakfast, (oddly enough IM late since I've been up all night) I dare not go to sleep in case of having any more strange Snape dreams, so I spent the night sat up in bed after coming back from Madame Pomfrey. How can I be late for breakfast when i've been up since 3.00 o clock this morning? (This is probably known to you as Sods Law). But in my new thoughts it has happened for a reason. Pant! Pant! Run, God it's a long way to the great hall in this place. Actually its amazingly quiet for the first morning of school, the common room was empty and so are the corridors, I wonder is there a big sale in Diagon alley nobody has bothered to mention or am I incredibly late, the latter of the two seems the most plausible. Upon reaching the great hall 15 minutes later after ending up at the dungeons twice for some strange reason, awful isn't it that I can't remember the way to the great hall, especially after being here seven years. I find it completely empty well almost (Audience please welcome our star in the making Severus Snape) is sat eating his breakfast alone at the staff table. AH HAH I may have discovered his secret to avoid being poisoned, he stared at me in a strange way and said "Miss Wendell, I believe you to be a person of inept lateness so why are you choosing to eat breakfast at 6.00 am" Well sods law strikes again, it appears as if my cheap magical alarm clock has stopped at 8.00. So as luck would have it I am now eating breakfast in an empty hall with one of the worst teachers at Hogwarts, So no call for small talk or cheers with the breakfast juice then. He just sat and looked at me waiting for a reply so I gave him one "I believe Professor that someone of your stature and intelligence, (of the same level as me) Knows that at 6.00 am there is a certain aura at breakfast a certain Jene Sais Quoi, something quite extraordinary" "And what is that then Miss Wendell" he asked his lip curling (ohh dear) "The bacon is fresher" I replied quite seriously. But I was dying to laugh inside, he didn't seem to think it was funny he just sat looking at me as if I had taken my head off and started polishing it with boot polish. "I do not care for bacon Miss Wendell, so I would therefore be discouraged to know the nature of its freshness" he finished with a look that said don't push it girl or you'll be making friends with the giant squid. I sat down smiling and ignoring him a little trick of aggravation to those already annoyed. I could just see him out of the corner of my eye slurping his corn flakes. I can see him in one of those Kellogg special K adverts.
"I Severus Snape eat Special K to help keep my heart healthy (and cold) for a good source of fibre (as I get constipation) and to help me carry out my hectic life (Evil never rests when there are people to torment). Gradually the hall began to fill up, students and teachers began arriving in dribs and drabs in varying states of tiredness, some I noticed still had their sleep masks on their heads, quite amusing how unaware you are in the morning. I received my time table today stands as thus
9.00am- Herbology (hate hate hate)
11.00am- Divination (a joke)
2.00pm whilst 4.00pm- Please welcome our friend fate as I Have Potions (signal the music).
Great two complete jokes of subjects and a class with Snape (bacon hater), what's next I swear fates giving me a good go this morning, I feel as if I am living a soap opera, being watched by everyone at 7.30pm every day of the week, and giving the world a good laugh at my misfortune, arrghh IM late!
Herbology (late as always) its one of those boring subjects which you don't really need to learn because everything comes ready made nowadays, kind of like if you have to learn to make useless things in woodwork when Ikea do it all for you at discount prices, and all you have to stomach is their Swedish meatballs. So here I am sat here day dreaming whist Madame Sprout prattles on about the usage of red grass supplements, (basically grass juice) frankly my dear reader who cares.....NOT ME! Oh wait I have found a usage it makes brilliant nail polish, well I know where to come when my red runs out.
Divination the art of being able to see into the future and teaching others to do so, mostly it is guessed work and fraud. Professor Trelawney is a joke she is like and over sized grass hopper in glasses all green and twitchy, today was tarot reading, I've been to one of those at the fair she told me to beware of a scar, well Harry Potter scares the life out of me so I guess she was right. Professor Trelawney sat me down in front of her and goggled at me like a goldfish through her glasses, she began placing cards down and breathing heavily ( I wonder if she is asthmatic) she turned over a card and stared at it (probably pondering what rubbish she could tell me)
"Notation my dear, you have music in your future" she breathed Well I never, you would never have guessed it would you, not like she hasn't caught me singing more than enough and told me to shut up plenty of times before. "The ball gown, a dance should be coming your way", DUH! The Yule ball, not like she doesn't know anything about that. I seem to remember her last year getting drunk and dancing to Night fever in an extremely extravagant way. "Finally a dark haired man, a crossing of paths over a cauldron" Oh dear not Snape does she mean Snape what if it is Snape oh God she means Snape, ..............Crap!. I left divination feeling extremely dizzy and daft; I think I may have been hit with a stupid stick when I wasn't looking. The dungeons loomed closer, I feel a bit sick, maybe I shouldn't have eaten those four slices of chocolate cake, but I was upset, IM extremely sensitive to things involving scary men with greasy hair. Oh down the stairs icky icky, through the door, ohh dear to my seat, urrgh I'll just sit quietly here. Snape has come through the door, my stomach is doing somersaults, he is parading round with his robes billowing, and IM staring downwards, I feel his presence above me , I look up, there he is towering over me like an over sized bat, staring at me with those pensive eyes. "Miss Wendell do you have a problem, am I not providing as much entertainment as your lap, or maybe you have something you would like to say to the rest of us" he asked and he really shouldn't have done. "Erm sir", I began but I got no further, it was that very moment, that very second, his face changed into a look of absolute horror, the very moment he became the one I wanted, the one for my project my dream guy, the very minute that I threw up all over his robes in front of the entire class, you see he really shouldn't have asked if I had anything to share, why is my life such a disaster.
Chapter 3 The feast and the first day.
When you arrive in my lovely Hogwarts castle you get the feeling of being a princess in the stories read to you as a child where the princess runs from the witch and finds her prince falls in love and lives happily ever after. Well we have the castle part down and the clothing is similar but you're not guaranteed to meet your prince and live happily ever after, but you'll get your fair share of witches and magic. I entered the great hall followed by the other students, the four tables lined to hall. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. The staff table was placed at the head of the hall; Dumbledore's throne as you may put it was seated in the middle whilst the other teacher's seats were sat to his left and right. God knows whether they can see anything which goes on from there but Snape never fails to notice trouble he has ears like a bat and sight like a cat. He has many different animal qualities, his dog breath for one. "Another year has come, many fun days wait for you and many different occasions are planned, these include a Yule ball and a talent show for all you talent filled people out there. But now for the talent we all possess enjoy" Dumbledore announced. With that the tables filled with food, I stared at it not bad tuck in. I find myself at this minute staring around the hall my eyes locking on each person individually, but none caught my attention more than the ugly miser Snape, probably his minging face that is holding my eyes like a small child being told by their mother not to stare at the disabled. He ate carefully watching each piece of food with penetrative interest looking through it as if checking it for safety. IM surprised he's lasted this long without being poisoned. The rest of them at my table had begun to turn my attention away from Snape by discussing anything which came into their minds, nobody ever talked about anything with much seriousness any more. The conversation stood as thus. Football and Quidditch. Shopping. School Muffins Microwaves Microwave muffins And men. Hmm my topic ME: So how's it going on the boyfriend front guys (well I mean girls, but if the boys want to join in it's no skin off my nose) GIRLS: (Long pause...) Ermm not bad. (They chorused) A complete lie in any ones eyes, I know for a fact Hermione's after Ron, Parvati Patil is seeing Seamus Finnigan another reason for me to leave him alone, and I've heard it in the grape vine that somebody in Gryffindor is seeing Sirius Black, yep you read me correctly, Sirius Black is the new arithmacy teacher here at Hogwarts, I never knew he could do arithmacy, I thought maybe someone from our year, but its supposed to be someone younger, Now you see younger is not classed as innocent all of the time. I reached my bed, just after midnight after an extremely long meal, why feasts take so long is beyond me. We discussed fate a slightly warped conversation for meal times but it interested me none the less. People say everything happens for a reason and you can't do anything to change that, and I for one on a serious note am inclined to agree. I think fate controls everything and what happens, happens there is no changing the fact. Pondering this I fell asleep, I must have slept strange because my dreams invaded my head. It was like being in a soap opera all badly acted and melodramatic, hmm a lot like my life.
The dream. I was walking alone along a pier, it was a dark night and the sea crashed against the rocks, there was no sound, the place was empty, like Blackpool when the OAP ballroom dancing sessions are called off and the theatre and theme parks are closed. I was wearing my night gown (as always in these sorts of dreams, funny you never feel the cold), the wind whistled around my ankles, and my hair blew in my face. (Which was quite itchy and irritating)? It seemed as if I was walking for hours but never really going any where, until I saw a black shape watching the water, long black robes billowed around his tall thin frame, and his long pony tailed black hair danced in motion with the wind. I was lost in awe at the beautiful sight in front of my eyes. Then he turned slightly to look at me staring at me with those pensive eyes, and then.......
AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!
I woke up.. SCREAMING!!!!!!!! I was staring into the deep pensive eyes of Severus Snape, which is scary enough, without the fact that I liked it, I liked how he looked and how he looked at me, and now IM sweating, maybe hopefully IM sick, a strange disease making me think these things. I may go and see Madame Pomfrey.
One Hour Later
It appears as if IM perfectly healthy, I think IM going to be sick!
The First Day.
Well good morning all, All is wonderful I have a pounding headache, bed head hair, a stiff neck and I think IM running late for breakfast, (oddly enough IM late since I've been up all night) I dare not go to sleep in case of having any more strange Snape dreams, so I spent the night sat up in bed after coming back from Madame Pomfrey. How can I be late for breakfast when i've been up since 3.00 o clock this morning? (This is probably known to you as Sods Law). But in my new thoughts it has happened for a reason. Pant! Pant! Run, God it's a long way to the great hall in this place. Actually its amazingly quiet for the first morning of school, the common room was empty and so are the corridors, I wonder is there a big sale in Diagon alley nobody has bothered to mention or am I incredibly late, the latter of the two seems the most plausible. Upon reaching the great hall 15 minutes later after ending up at the dungeons twice for some strange reason, awful isn't it that I can't remember the way to the great hall, especially after being here seven years. I find it completely empty well almost (Audience please welcome our star in the making Severus Snape) is sat eating his breakfast alone at the staff table. AH HAH I may have discovered his secret to avoid being poisoned, he stared at me in a strange way and said "Miss Wendell, I believe you to be a person of inept lateness so why are you choosing to eat breakfast at 6.00 am" Well sods law strikes again, it appears as if my cheap magical alarm clock has stopped at 8.00. So as luck would have it I am now eating breakfast in an empty hall with one of the worst teachers at Hogwarts, So no call for small talk or cheers with the breakfast juice then. He just sat and looked at me waiting for a reply so I gave him one "I believe Professor that someone of your stature and intelligence, (of the same level as me) Knows that at 6.00 am there is a certain aura at breakfast a certain Jene Sais Quoi, something quite extraordinary" "And what is that then Miss Wendell" he asked his lip curling (ohh dear) "The bacon is fresher" I replied quite seriously. But I was dying to laugh inside, he didn't seem to think it was funny he just sat looking at me as if I had taken my head off and started polishing it with boot polish. "I do not care for bacon Miss Wendell, so I would therefore be discouraged to know the nature of its freshness" he finished with a look that said don't push it girl or you'll be making friends with the giant squid. I sat down smiling and ignoring him a little trick of aggravation to those already annoyed. I could just see him out of the corner of my eye slurping his corn flakes. I can see him in one of those Kellogg special K adverts.
"I Severus Snape eat Special K to help keep my heart healthy (and cold) for a good source of fibre (as I get constipation) and to help me carry out my hectic life (Evil never rests when there are people to torment). Gradually the hall began to fill up, students and teachers began arriving in dribs and drabs in varying states of tiredness, some I noticed still had their sleep masks on their heads, quite amusing how unaware you are in the morning. I received my time table today stands as thus
9.00am- Herbology (hate hate hate)
11.00am- Divination (a joke)
2.00pm whilst 4.00pm- Please welcome our friend fate as I Have Potions (signal the music).
Great two complete jokes of subjects and a class with Snape (bacon hater), what's next I swear fates giving me a good go this morning, I feel as if I am living a soap opera, being watched by everyone at 7.30pm every day of the week, and giving the world a good laugh at my misfortune, arrghh IM late!
Herbology (late as always) its one of those boring subjects which you don't really need to learn because everything comes ready made nowadays, kind of like if you have to learn to make useless things in woodwork when Ikea do it all for you at discount prices, and all you have to stomach is their Swedish meatballs. So here I am sat here day dreaming whist Madame Sprout prattles on about the usage of red grass supplements, (basically grass juice) frankly my dear reader who cares.....NOT ME! Oh wait I have found a usage it makes brilliant nail polish, well I know where to come when my red runs out.
Divination the art of being able to see into the future and teaching others to do so, mostly it is guessed work and fraud. Professor Trelawney is a joke she is like and over sized grass hopper in glasses all green and twitchy, today was tarot reading, I've been to one of those at the fair she told me to beware of a scar, well Harry Potter scares the life out of me so I guess she was right. Professor Trelawney sat me down in front of her and goggled at me like a goldfish through her glasses, she began placing cards down and breathing heavily ( I wonder if she is asthmatic) she turned over a card and stared at it (probably pondering what rubbish she could tell me)
"Notation my dear, you have music in your future" she breathed Well I never, you would never have guessed it would you, not like she hasn't caught me singing more than enough and told me to shut up plenty of times before. "The ball gown, a dance should be coming your way", DUH! The Yule ball, not like she doesn't know anything about that. I seem to remember her last year getting drunk and dancing to Night fever in an extremely extravagant way. "Finally a dark haired man, a crossing of paths over a cauldron" Oh dear not Snape does she mean Snape what if it is Snape oh God she means Snape, ..............Crap!. I left divination feeling extremely dizzy and daft; I think I may have been hit with a stupid stick when I wasn't looking. The dungeons loomed closer, I feel a bit sick, maybe I shouldn't have eaten those four slices of chocolate cake, but I was upset, IM extremely sensitive to things involving scary men with greasy hair. Oh down the stairs icky icky, through the door, ohh dear to my seat, urrgh I'll just sit quietly here. Snape has come through the door, my stomach is doing somersaults, he is parading round with his robes billowing, and IM staring downwards, I feel his presence above me , I look up, there he is towering over me like an over sized bat, staring at me with those pensive eyes. "Miss Wendell do you have a problem, am I not providing as much entertainment as your lap, or maybe you have something you would like to say to the rest of us" he asked and he really shouldn't have done. "Erm sir", I began but I got no further, it was that very moment, that very second, his face changed into a look of absolute horror, the very moment he became the one I wanted, the one for my project my dream guy, the very minute that I threw up all over his robes in front of the entire class, you see he really shouldn't have asked if I had anything to share, why is my life such a disaster.