Well, there I was, sitting in the middle of a class full of amateur wizards who couldn't make anything float.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" ...Make that one person who could.
I heaved a huge sigh. Waaaaaay too boring. A small grin slipped across my face as a few tricks came to mind.
An elbow hit me in the ribs as Leria hissed "That look never means anything good. Don't do something you'll regret."
"Who, me?" I whispered back. "What would I do? Certainly not this." Half the feathers suddenly rose into the air and started zooming around the room.
The class burst out laughing as Flitwick started yelling. "Whoever's doing that, stop it right now!"
After a few more laps, the feathers settled back down to their original places, and Flitwick looked around at everyone, as if trying to see who did it.
As the class walked out (of course, he didn't figure out who did it. I had a hunch that at least half the class thought that he did it to himself), I got elbowed again. "I told you not to do anything."
"They needed the little break anyway." I said with a grin. "Besides, I was bored."
"........."
As we walked into the Great Hall I let out a huge groan.
"What?"
"Third row, second pumpkin, straight up."
Leria let out a groan of her own. "What's he doing?"
"Waiting for the Hall to empty so he can fill his belly, I think." In a small niche, a small red head could be seen, eyeing the bats hungrily.
When the food appeared, I dove in, loading up the plate whatever happened to be nearby, but had barely touched the food when Quirell ran into the Hall, and stopped, gasping, in front of Dumbledore.
"Troll—in the dungeons—thought you ought to know."
A troll? Those things are so stupid that they're only good for attracting attention...wait a second....
The second people started to go to their Houses, I pulled Leria off to the side. "I think I know what this is about. Don't let the boy out of your sight. I'll catch up with you later."
She nodded and pushed her way into the crowd.
I followed the rest, but at my first chance, I slipped away and called up a shroud of darkness and took off toward the "forbidden room".
When I reached the hall, I shifted into my "older" human form, armor and all, and waited, hidden for anyone.
I wasn't waiting for too long when, Severus Snape walked into the corridor.
"Pleasant evening, wouldn't you say?" I said as I stepped into the open.
"Who are you?" He demanded.
"Wrong question. I was thinking something along the lines of why are you here?"
"I am a teacher here!"
"Of course. And maybe you're stupid too." Ignoring his furious glare, I continued, "Unless I'm much mistaken, the dungeons aren't up here."
As soon as the words left my mouth, his wand arm began to move. In a flash, one of my knives was in my hand, and I threw it so that it clipped his wrist, and he froze.
"I'm in no mood for games. The next knife kills." I growled. "Now, what are you doing here?"
"Not that it's any business of yours, but I was concerned that...someone would try to get in here."
"And I have a hunch that you have a name to go with the hunch. Care to share the information?" I heard quiet footsteps from around the corner, and with one last cold glare at Snape, ran toward the sound. When I turned the corner, there was nothing to be seen, but a strange odor hung in the air.
"It seems that I can believe what you said...for now at least. Be careful though. Cross me again and I may not be so nice." I walked past Snape, retrieved my knife, cloaked myself, and headed back toward Griffindor.
Sorry about not updating this one for so long. Been kinda busy. Well, I'll try to get this thing finished in the next couple months, so stay tuned.
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