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It Is Started And Will Be Done, Chapter Two
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A faint ringing interrupted her sweet sleep, tearing through the fragile walls of slumber like there were cobwebs. A quiet groan slipped from
her mouth as she tried to bury her face farther into the pillow and block out the offensive noise. It persisted through the layers of fluff and
feathers, forcing her heavy eyes open.
"Fine!" She shrieked. "I'm getting up! Just shut up already!"
It kept on letting its shrill peals be heard until Mia slowly rolled out of bed. The little, magical, alarm clock stopped and held a smug air around it as
she glared darkly down at it.
"Cheeky little bugger..."
She pushed herself off of the thick black carpet, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes. She stumbled towards the bathroom and as she tried to
open the door, she found the knob unable to turn. She hit her fist against the wood, a series of mumbled gibberish coming from her. She then
simply pressed her head against it, occasionally ramming the side of her foot into it. Due to the fact that she had drifted off into a semi-conscious
state, she did not hear the shower turn off rather abruptly. The door flew open moments later and when her hard pillow disappeared she gave a
little snort, flying forward. Somebody grabbed her round the waist quickly, stopping her rapid reunion with the ground. She blinked several times as
she straightened up, trying to remember whether Lavender or Parvati had had any nighttime visitors. It took her a moment to place the toweled
dry golden hair and pale skin before she quickly pushed herself away.
"Th-Thank you Malfoy." She stammered, trying to forget the feeling of his hands resting gently on her hips.
He shrugged. "Just be careful next time Granger." And shut the bathroom door in her face.
She stood there for a moment, as her sleepy mind processed the short conversation. There had been something different about it, something...She
began to absently chew on one of her nails, an unpleasant look coming onto her face. She drew the emerald green, which just so happened to be
one of her favourite colours, painted nail from her mouth as a disgusting taste lingered on her tongue. She wandered over to her armoire to collect
her clothes for the day, just as her mind caught up with her.
"He didn't call me mudblood..." She said in quiet wonder.
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Mia slid into her seat in the History of Magic room, her breathe hitching slightly in its effort to regain itself. She had had to run from the
Great Hall to make it on time, five minutes early, and gratefully rested her head on her desk. The coolness permeated the heat surrounding her,
efficiently lowering her temperature. She did not know how long she sat there, but the magic bell soon rang and the rest of the class filed in. She
lifted her head, shoving her hair over her shoulder as she smiled to Harry and Ron. Her friends came and sat down on either side of her, both
getting out quill and parchment. Everyone was ready for the ghostly shape of their professor to float into the room and were surprised when a
young woman came bouncing in. She had long black hair that had a bluish tint to it when the sunlight streaming in from the windows hit it and was
left to frame her narrow, heart shaped face.
"Hello Class!" She said cheerfully, her purple eyes dancing. "My name is Professor Fortid. Professor Binns decided at the end of last year to give up
his post."
She smiled brightly to the students as she pulled her wand from her robes. She gave it a nice little flourish and a mass of neat script appeared on
the board.
"I know that Professor Binns lectured you to death, for he did it to me at once point, and I hope you will all be glad to know that I do not teach in
the same way." There was a faint murmur of approval.
Her dark brows rose slowly. "That is all you have to say?" She paused for a moment. "Forget these notes, you won't really need them." Her tone
was light. "I am going to assign a project."
There was a series of groans from the accumulated teens and the teacher kept that happy grin on her face. She summoned a simple black top hat
and set it on the table she was leaning on.
"You will be in groups of four; I understand the Headboy and girl are here? You two along with Mr. Potter and Weasley will be Group One..."
Mia scowled darkly and scratched her inkless quill against her parchment, trying to keep the loud complaints of having to work with Malfoy from
slipping from her tongue. Once the groups had been named, the teacher spoke again.
"Will one person from each group please come up here and take a single piece of paper from this hat? What is written upon it will be your group's
topic. The four of you will research and present the history of your subject. Remember, I will know if the work was not shared equally." The joy on
her face diminished for a moment, before coming back at full force.
She moved out of the way as a rush of student came up to pick their topics. Mia, who had volunteered herself marched up and plunged her hand
into the hat. A tugging sensation pulled at her hand, forcing it away from the bundle of parchment she had been about to grab and onto another.
She snatched it out and walked back to her desk, her mind already forcing her to forget the strange incident. She plopped herself down and
unfolded the wad.
"Atlantis...We got Atlantis."
Harry's brow furrowed. "That place is real? I always thought it was a muggle myth."
She shrugged and dropped it onto the desk. Malfoy, who was sulking near them, cleared his throat. She looked at him with a sweetly innocent
expression on her face.
"Yes?"
"We have Atlantis, correct?"
"Yes Malfoy."
"Right." He seemed rather uneasy talking to her, as if there was something that made him uncomfortable.
"I'm not going to do your work for you either. Nor are Harry or Ron."
"I heard what Professor Fortid said."
"Good." She said simply.
"Class, your attention please. These projects will be due a month from today. You will have several class periods to work on it, but I suggest you
stop at the Library a couple of times in your free time." The bell ringed and the students flooded out.
Once the room was empty, a strange smile crossed her lips and her prim clothes changed to a close fitting black dress that fell to the floor. Her
hands were hidden in the deep swallow-tailed sleeves as her skin began to glow very softly, hardly noticeably.
"It is started and will be done."
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This one is about a hundred words shorter than the previous, but still short. I'm quite sorry about that...Once I get this story moving, I promise the chapter should be longer.
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Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel