Random Stupidity
by Ethra Esme
A/N: And this is where the canon begins to evaporate. I think I have some unresolved issues from my youth.
Chapter Four
And It Continues
Ethra met Addie at dinner. Addie was already sitting at the Hufflepuff table, laughing with some of the other students. Ethra glanced at the comparatively unfriendly Slytherin table and wished she had been sorted into Addie's house.
Addie looked up when all Hufflepuff eyes turned Ethra's way. A few glanced at the staff table, where Snape looked up at the students as the room grew a little quieter.
Ethra had hidden out in Moaning Murtle's bathroom the whole day, throwing objects through the annoying spirit until Murtle gave up and hid in her S bend. She hadn't been there to hear the story of her exploits spread through the classes.
Addie pulled Ethra to her knees before Snape saw her. The room had gotten louder again, but Ethra repeatedly heard her and Addie's names in the chit-chat.
"Is it true you tried to curse Snape?" Addie hissed.
"Pf. No. I wish..."
Addie stood and pulled Ethra out of the room quickly.
"I heard you tried to kiss Snape in potions class and when he pushed you away, you tried to kill him with the Avada Kedavra curse."
Ethra raised an eyebrow. "Um, no. I told him "fuck you", though."
Addie widened her eyes. "And he didn't kill you?"
"I guess not. That'd be a pretty dull story, don't you think? Although I'm sure anyone in deleterius or pottersues wouldn't mind..."
"Who?"
"Livejournal- eh, nevermind."
"Why did you curse at Snape?"
Ethra looked at the floor and kicked at a stone. "He was making fun of me. Told me he was too good for me. Stuff like that."
"That sexy bastard!" Addie growled. "Poor Ethra." Addie hugged her tightly.
Ethra laughed. "Thanks, dear."
"Do you want to come in and eat?"
"Not particularly, no. I kinda want to walk around and see stuff before it gets too late."
"Oooh...can I come?"
"You sure? Aren't you hungry?"
"Not really. I don't like blood pudding much."
"Ooo...Blood pudding?" Ethra thought twice about dinner and then shook her head. "Nah. Not worth it. Maybe I'll sneak into the kitchens after curfew."
And the two set off into the corridor.
"Let's go up the stairs." Addie suggested.
"Yeah....I wonder where the Divination classroom is?"
"I dunno. Is Trelawny still teaching?"
"I think so.. Hold on." Ethra sat down on the steps and pulled off her shoes and stockings, stuffing the stockings (heh) into her shoes and taking off her cloak. She wrapped her shoes into her cloak and rolled up her sleeves, taking out her wand and uttering "Locomotor..um..cloak wad." It picked up into the air and Ethra stuffed the wand into the back of her skirt's waistband. They took off walking again.
"Cloak wad?" Addie laughed. Ethra just shrugged. "I'm tired of wearing the stupid thing. It was cool at first, but..."
"Yeah I know what you mean. My feet are killing me, too."
"Then do what I did."
"Okay." Addie sat down in the hallway, and the painting above her yelled. "YOU AGAIN!"
"Ha! Painting molester!" Ethra pointed and laughed at Addie, who just mumbled "Shut up."
As soon as Addie had her cloak wad airborne they set off again, stopping to talk to a painting of a knight who particularly resembled Orlando Bloom.
"Wow, this story has everything." Addie sighed contentedly.
Hours passed by before they knew it. They made their way down the stairs, noticing everyone had gone.
"Great, I think we're out past curfew again." Addie grumbled.
Ethra sighed. "Yeah, and I don't want to run into Snape again. Well, g'night."
"Night!"
They parted ways and headed for their respective common rooms, cloak wads trailing behind.
Ethra was heading through the dungeon hallways when she heard footsteps behind her. It was almost completely dark, but she could guess who it was.
She ducked into the shadows just as Snape rounded the corner. Unfortunately, though, her wand hit the stone wall and sparked, igniting the cloak wad and her skirt. You know, with fire.
"SHIT!" She yelled and jumped away from the wall. She pulled out her wand and put out her ass, and as she did her cloak went out too.
She didn't want to look up, but she did anyway. Snape looked, well, less than happy.
"What's your excuse this time, Esme?"
"I just lost track of time, alright? I was heading back-"
"A likely story, I'm sure."
Ethra rolled her eyes and glared at him. "I mean it. If there was a damn clock somewhere-"
"Oh, there's clocks everywhere!"
"Really? I didn't notice."
Snape glared and took a step toward her. She put a hand over her wand so it wouldn't bump the stone and alight her again.
"Do you really want to be expelled in your last year of Hogwarts?"
Ethra sighed and thought about it. "Not really, being that I don't know where the hell I would go..."
"Then I suggest you clean up your act and start showing a little respect."
"Me show respect? ME? What about you?" She felt a surge of anger swell her heart. "You're the one who embarassed me in front of the whole entire class! I mean, what was that? It was petty, that's what it was." She noticed her voice had risen but didn't care. Before Snape could answer she continued.
"I have spent my whole life taking crap from people like you. You think you're better than me? Why's that? What gives you the right to think that you can just make a fool of me? Huh? What? Am I less human than you? Tell me!"
She stopped and stared at his face, breathing heavily. "All my life I've gotten that from people. Maybe I've given them permission to do that to me. But that's it. I'm an adult, and I'm not going to put up with it anymore." She felt her eyes welling with tears. 'Oh, great, cry in front of him.' She thought. 'I thought this would be cool, but it's just like my life always was...'
She gave up and just started sobbing, ignoring Snape and sinking to the floor in self loathing and self pity. "Nothing ever works out right." She yelled into her hands. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and wished she could go home.
"Um. Uh." Snape mumbled. "Um." He didn't know quite what to say. "Well, I'll let it go this time... Just get back to your room." He turned around and walked the way he had come.
"Good. I hope you feel guilty." She mumbled as he disappeared. She felt really stupid. Whether she was still nineteen in this world or not, it was still really immature to break down and cry after yelling at a teacher. After a while of staring at the wall, Ethra got up and grabbed her singed cloak and shoes, and went down to the Slytherin common room.
by Ethra Esme
A/N: And this is where the canon begins to evaporate. I think I have some unresolved issues from my youth.
Chapter Four
And It Continues
Ethra met Addie at dinner. Addie was already sitting at the Hufflepuff table, laughing with some of the other students. Ethra glanced at the comparatively unfriendly Slytherin table and wished she had been sorted into Addie's house.
Addie looked up when all Hufflepuff eyes turned Ethra's way. A few glanced at the staff table, where Snape looked up at the students as the room grew a little quieter.
Ethra had hidden out in Moaning Murtle's bathroom the whole day, throwing objects through the annoying spirit until Murtle gave up and hid in her S bend. She hadn't been there to hear the story of her exploits spread through the classes.
Addie pulled Ethra to her knees before Snape saw her. The room had gotten louder again, but Ethra repeatedly heard her and Addie's names in the chit-chat.
"Is it true you tried to curse Snape?" Addie hissed.
"Pf. No. I wish..."
Addie stood and pulled Ethra out of the room quickly.
"I heard you tried to kiss Snape in potions class and when he pushed you away, you tried to kill him with the Avada Kedavra curse."
Ethra raised an eyebrow. "Um, no. I told him "fuck you", though."
Addie widened her eyes. "And he didn't kill you?"
"I guess not. That'd be a pretty dull story, don't you think? Although I'm sure anyone in deleterius or pottersues wouldn't mind..."
"Who?"
"Livejournal- eh, nevermind."
"Why did you curse at Snape?"
Ethra looked at the floor and kicked at a stone. "He was making fun of me. Told me he was too good for me. Stuff like that."
"That sexy bastard!" Addie growled. "Poor Ethra." Addie hugged her tightly.
Ethra laughed. "Thanks, dear."
"Do you want to come in and eat?"
"Not particularly, no. I kinda want to walk around and see stuff before it gets too late."
"Oooh...can I come?"
"You sure? Aren't you hungry?"
"Not really. I don't like blood pudding much."
"Ooo...Blood pudding?" Ethra thought twice about dinner and then shook her head. "Nah. Not worth it. Maybe I'll sneak into the kitchens after curfew."
And the two set off into the corridor.
"Let's go up the stairs." Addie suggested.
"Yeah....I wonder where the Divination classroom is?"
"I dunno. Is Trelawny still teaching?"
"I think so.. Hold on." Ethra sat down on the steps and pulled off her shoes and stockings, stuffing the stockings (heh) into her shoes and taking off her cloak. She wrapped her shoes into her cloak and rolled up her sleeves, taking out her wand and uttering "Locomotor..um..cloak wad." It picked up into the air and Ethra stuffed the wand into the back of her skirt's waistband. They took off walking again.
"Cloak wad?" Addie laughed. Ethra just shrugged. "I'm tired of wearing the stupid thing. It was cool at first, but..."
"Yeah I know what you mean. My feet are killing me, too."
"Then do what I did."
"Okay." Addie sat down in the hallway, and the painting above her yelled. "YOU AGAIN!"
"Ha! Painting molester!" Ethra pointed and laughed at Addie, who just mumbled "Shut up."
As soon as Addie had her cloak wad airborne they set off again, stopping to talk to a painting of a knight who particularly resembled Orlando Bloom.
"Wow, this story has everything." Addie sighed contentedly.
Hours passed by before they knew it. They made their way down the stairs, noticing everyone had gone.
"Great, I think we're out past curfew again." Addie grumbled.
Ethra sighed. "Yeah, and I don't want to run into Snape again. Well, g'night."
"Night!"
They parted ways and headed for their respective common rooms, cloak wads trailing behind.
Ethra was heading through the dungeon hallways when she heard footsteps behind her. It was almost completely dark, but she could guess who it was.
She ducked into the shadows just as Snape rounded the corner. Unfortunately, though, her wand hit the stone wall and sparked, igniting the cloak wad and her skirt. You know, with fire.
"SHIT!" She yelled and jumped away from the wall. She pulled out her wand and put out her ass, and as she did her cloak went out too.
She didn't want to look up, but she did anyway. Snape looked, well, less than happy.
"What's your excuse this time, Esme?"
"I just lost track of time, alright? I was heading back-"
"A likely story, I'm sure."
Ethra rolled her eyes and glared at him. "I mean it. If there was a damn clock somewhere-"
"Oh, there's clocks everywhere!"
"Really? I didn't notice."
Snape glared and took a step toward her. She put a hand over her wand so it wouldn't bump the stone and alight her again.
"Do you really want to be expelled in your last year of Hogwarts?"
Ethra sighed and thought about it. "Not really, being that I don't know where the hell I would go..."
"Then I suggest you clean up your act and start showing a little respect."
"Me show respect? ME? What about you?" She felt a surge of anger swell her heart. "You're the one who embarassed me in front of the whole entire class! I mean, what was that? It was petty, that's what it was." She noticed her voice had risen but didn't care. Before Snape could answer she continued.
"I have spent my whole life taking crap from people like you. You think you're better than me? Why's that? What gives you the right to think that you can just make a fool of me? Huh? What? Am I less human than you? Tell me!"
She stopped and stared at his face, breathing heavily. "All my life I've gotten that from people. Maybe I've given them permission to do that to me. But that's it. I'm an adult, and I'm not going to put up with it anymore." She felt her eyes welling with tears. 'Oh, great, cry in front of him.' She thought. 'I thought this would be cool, but it's just like my life always was...'
She gave up and just started sobbing, ignoring Snape and sinking to the floor in self loathing and self pity. "Nothing ever works out right." She yelled into her hands. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and wished she could go home.
"Um. Uh." Snape mumbled. "Um." He didn't know quite what to say. "Well, I'll let it go this time... Just get back to your room." He turned around and walked the way he had come.
"Good. I hope you feel guilty." She mumbled as he disappeared. She felt really stupid. Whether she was still nineteen in this world or not, it was still really immature to break down and cry after yelling at a teacher. After a while of staring at the wall, Ethra got up and grabbed her singed cloak and shoes, and went down to the Slytherin common room.