Chapter 5

Amy scowled as she closed the door of McGonagall's office. She had to check first year essays. She just gave them all a 'F' because she had no idea what in gods name they were talking about. Stomping all the way down to the Quidditch pit she remembered that she had no idea where this Quidditch pit was.

"Oh, how bloody fantastic," she commented with a fake broad smile. She turned around to leave but was stopped when she heard a voice behind her. The same voice that belonged to a certain Slytherin girl with black hair.

"You there, I'm your supervisor so get started on the broomshred," she said with this annoyed voice. Amy winched at the sound, if this was Virginia who said the last part, she had howled with laughter. To 'get started on the broomshred' was a funny line, but not comming from the black wig witch.

Amy turned around and clenched her fists. "Then why don't you do something useful with that excuse of a brain of your's and show me the way," her voice dripping with sarcasm as she glared at the bitch. She is going to be Bitch number one. Grinning she stalked the girl as she showed her the way.

"Ey B1, what's your name," Amy asked. If she was going to be on her hate list, then she must know the name. The girl whirled around and glared back at her. "It's Parkinson for you,"

Amy stood still, thinking. "That's right, Draco told you off in the Hospital Wing, didn't he?" Amy smirked, ready to rubb the rejection of Draco in her face. Altough, the pig with a wig stayed quiet.

They walked towards the Quidditch field and Amy's breath was struck with awe. It was big, no, huge. The field was shaped like an egg and had very high towers standing outside it. They were all either coloured with gold and red, green and silver, yellow and gold or blue and silver. Pig with wig leaded her to a small cabin which, of course, lay all the broomsticks.

"Now get to work," she snapped at her. Amy looked very mischievously at one of the brooms, an idea forming in that nasty little head of hers. Amy looked at the girl with a rasied eyebrow. "How the heck am I supposed to clean up?" she asked confused.

Pig with wig just snorted and left the cabin. "I don't care how, but I expect to see this cabin spotless!" she screeched and left the Quidditch field, pit, whatever.

"If she comes, I will shove that lovely Firebolt over there up her piggie arse," she threatened to no one. Amy walked around the cabin and started collecting the brooms that lay on the ground.

After a long, long time, which was actually half an hour, Amy was proud because she actually did make the cabin spotless. She glanced briefly at the Firebolt before turning around. She came face to face with pig a wig.

"Good job, now get away from me," Parkinsen said and dismissed her with a flick of her hand. Amy eyes her very annoyed and grippid her wand, just in case.

"By the way, Drakey dit not rejected me. That is his way of saying he loves me," she smirked at her.

"Wow, did it took 30 minutes to come up with that? My, you're a Slytherin, but I really didn't expect anything from a pig with wig like yourself," Amy spat back, her temper getting the better of her.

Pig with wig just glared and took out her wand, but Amy was quicker and suddenly had a Firebolt in her hands. Parkinson looked at it briefly before holding her wand up, ready to use a hex. Amy acted quickly and hurled the broom towards the pig face. Piggie ducked but Amy smashed down the broom and it made contact with her head.

Amy smiled satisfactorely and placed the broom back in place as Parkinson was wheeping with pain. She gave her a kick in the arse before leaving to get to her dorm.

Next day they were all talking how Amy beat the shit out of Parkinson without even using her wand. "Obviously, they didn't grew up in the Muggle world," she told Virginia, who was walking next to her that morning. It was a big magical wonder that Virginia hadn't said; Good Morning!

"Hey, maybe I should learn you the spell that causes something go in any direction," Virginia said with raisen eyebrows. "You mean the spell that you used that kept the sheet of paper smacking into my face?" Amy replied sarcastically.

"Yes, that one," Virginia said seriously, not affected by her sarcasm.

"Okay, teach me after classes?"

Virginia nodded and sat next to this blonde haired kid. She hadn't noticed him before so she just smiled at him brightly. "Good morning!"

The blonde looked at her with sleepy eyes. "Speak for yourself," he replied dully.

Virginia pouted and turned away from him, facing the Slytherin table. She saw Amy taking her reguelar spot, next to that other blonde bloke of course and one black haired person. Virginia smiled as she observed her new found interest. He was handsome that was for sure, and had black, almost wavy, hair that almost reached his shoulders.

She saw that Amy was shooting daggers at this girl that had black short hair. Virginia grinned; it must be that pig a wig girl. She took out a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling down;

- Is that girl with black hair pig a wig? And who is that black haired boy next to you? Oh, and good morning!

She fowlded the paper and pointed her wand at it. "Waddiwasi!" The paper shot toward Amy, who was sitting unexpected at the table, poking her breakfast with her knife. Then the paper landed neatly in front of her. She frowned and looked over at Virginia who was just smiling at her. Amy openend the paper and read it. She turned to look at Blaise, who was stuffing his mouth full of cereals. Her friend liked him? He was this handsome sarcastic basterd. Amy eyed Draco sitten next to her. Well I don't blame her.

Amy wrote back her reply and waited for Virginia to retrieve it. As soon as she thought it, the paper was back in Virginia's hand.

- Yes, that is pig a wig. You can't be serious, that black haired boy is Blaise Zabini, same classes as Draco (= that blonde bloke). And stuff that good morning up your arse!

Virginia smiled, her friend had this personal vendetta against mornings. Or mostly against her in the morning. She smiled at Blaise Zabini and quickly looked away when he caught her staring. She wrote her reply and sent it right towards Amy again, landing ever so gracefully on the table.

Amy was glad she wasn't shooting it in her face anymore. She opened the note and read it.

- Ah, good to have you as a friend. Why are you still glaring at her while you're reading this?

Amy smiled, her friend knew exactly what she was doing. Indeed she was glaring at pig a wig every now and then. She grinned evilly and quickly wrote something down. Virginia retrieved it and read the note.

- Do me a favor, bombardade pig a wig with hurling sheets of paper, will you?

Virginia grinned as evily as Amy at Parkinson. She began ripping pieces of papers from a parchment, rolling them up so they would hit her better. Virginia pointed her wand at one of the piece of papers and said the hex. The paper began hurling towards pig a wig and hit her right in the face.

Parkinson looked up with shock, to see who had hit her. But then another paper hit her in the face. She yelped and couldn't get the chance to flee away because soon a whole bunce of papers started flying in her face. Amy was holding her stomache because she was laughing so hard.

Virginia couldn't send another paper towards pig a wig, because she was out of parchement and she was laughing very hard. The students soon saw what was going on as they noticed two girls howling with laughter. And only they knew what was going on, actually.

Virginia scowled and kicked the cauldron for the fith time that day. Amy looked up from her own cauldron and glared at her friend. "They are not going to be cleaned by their self, Virginia," she glowered at her.

Virginia glared back at Amy who was scrubbing the cauldron with her toothbrush very quickly. "When you're done you can help me," she said sweetly and slumped herself on the little stool.

Amy snorted and continued her scrubbing. "Keep dreaming Gin."

Virginia grinned and crossed her arms. "I will," she shot back. She looked with disgust at the cauldron in front of her, and gave it a firm good kick. This caused the cauldron to fall and roll on the ground with Virginia trailing behind, trying to stop it.

"Stupid metallic thing! Bloody stop!" she yelled and tried to catch it. She lunged forward and hit the ground with her face first. Amy let out a breath somewhere between a snort and a giggle. "You're making a racket that big that the snogging people at the astronomy tower could hear you all the way from the dungeon," Amy giggled.

Virginia huffed and stood up, at the far end of the dungeon lay her cauldron, innocently taunting her. She glared at it and stomped over to the evil metallic thing. That tretious fowl little thing. Just smirking up at her, waiting for her to come and strike her with it's evil plans.

"Virginia, stop thinking lunatic things. It isn't even alive," sighed Amy and was finally finsished with scrubbing her cauldron clean.

"I wasn't thinking that," replied Virginia undifnified and picked up the cauldron, walking to her spot. Amy stood up and scipped of to the door. "Where are you going?" Virginia asked surprised.

Amy stopped before turning the doorknob. "I'm finished; that means I - can - go - to - sleep," she explained and walked out of the dungeon, leaving poor Virginia all alone.

Virginia took Amy's toothbrush that she forgot, smiled evilly and scrubbed her cauldron. She was suddenly disturbed when she heard a screeching sound from the closet. The toothbrush fell on the ground as Virginia was jerked out of her concentration by another screeching sound. It was like something was moving in the closet.

Her eyes widedened at the sound and she suddely felt very, very alone. Shooking her head she stood up and walked over to the closet. The door was trembling, Virginia swallowed and touched the doorknob. The door stopped shaking and the sound stopped. She let go of the doorknob, and as soon as she did the door started shaking again. Virginia sighed and jerked the door open.

"AAAIII!!" she screamed as something toppled over on her, taking her down on the ground. Virginia squirmened underneath this object, and something was poking her in her leg. She opened her eyes and saw a person looking at her with shock. The person was a he, a he with black hair that was tickling her in her face. She however, did not notice that his mouth was taped shut.

Virginia opened her mouth. "PERVERTED CREEP!" she yelled and punched him in the face; he flew back and Virginia took the oppertunity to flee the dungeon.

After the door closed, Blaise Zabini had one black eye and ripped off the tape on his mouth. He smiled sheepishly to himself. "Well that didn't work," he said in a nervous voice.

"I'm telling you, there is a perverted old hag down in the dungeons," Virginia spoke to Ginny, they were in their dorm on their beds. "Oh, I forgot. IT TRIED TO KILL ME!" she yelled frantically and threw her hands up in the air.

"Calm down Virginia, it's already very late, you wouldn't want the girls to wake up, now do you?" Ginny hissed at her. Virginia shrugged.

"No need, we're all up after Virginia slammed the door close, stomped all the way to her bed and gave it a kick. Thank you soooo much Virginia," their other dorm mate said sarcastically from her bed.

Virginia just smiled meekly and layed back in her bed. "Good night Ginny."

Ginny blew the candle out. "Good night," she said back.

At the other side of the castle, Amy was having a little trouble. Two reasons, she had forgot their password to their dorm. And worst; where the hell the stupid brick wall was. She sighed in defeat and settled at an abandonate classroom to sleep in. Only, she wasn't alone.

She could hear some moaning sounds from in a dark corner. Amy took out her wand and tried to remember the spell they learned yesterday. "Bumos ... not that's not is. Rumor? Aaah, Lumos!' she whispered softly.

Her wand did not obey. She frowned and tried it again. But no light appeared from her wand. She growled and threw her wand to were the voices were. She heard a distrangled 'hey' and suddenly, the voice herself did the Lumos spell.

It was Parkinson, with some red head. "Get out of here Parkinson before I report you to Professor Dumbledore!" Amy threatend immidiately after she saw who it was.

Parkinson ran, half naked, to the door and disappeared from sight; leaving Amy with this redhead. He was mostly in the shadows now that pig a wig had leaved.

"Get your arse out of here!" she yelled at him. He finally spoke up. "I'm not taking orders from a Slytherin," he hissed at her. Amy glared and marched over to him, grabbing his shoulders to pull him down to her level. "Now!"

He did not move as his brown eyes held his gaze upon her. It finally came down on her that he was completely naked. As in; no clothes. Amy blushed and tried to take a step back, but somehow his arm had made it down her waist. He pulled her closer to him and she was touching him in places she didn't want to know.

"Say something," he said in a husky voice, closing the distance between their heads. Amy swallowed and said the only thing that came back screaming in her mind. "You have a boner ..."

"It's a jolly good ol' day. The son is shining, the owls are dying, brooms are flying. Just let me say; AMY I KNOW YOU'RE GOING TO TURN THIS OFF BUT YOU HAVE TO GE-" Amy had blasted the thing to oblivia with her wand. Her eye twitched as she got up from her bed.

"Stupid dreams," she muttered under her breath.