Authors Note: Hello! This story is utterly stupid, so don't worry, it's meant to be dumb. It's simply something my friend and I had a good laugh over one afternoon when she thought of the idea that brought me into writing this story. I am aware the first few chapters are set in the Muggle world but trust me, It does switch to Hogwarts. Fellow Role players (preferably Hogwarts Past) will understand the story more. And no, I do not own Harry Potter, I'm simply just using the names created by JK Rowling for fun. Enjoy!
"I would expect all students to have recorded to complete Exercises 8C to 8D in their homework diaries, Miss Hogan?" said the smoothing voice of the lovely, and slightly plump, Junior English Teacher of Mrs. Portland.
Emma tilted her head upwards, her golden blonde hair glittering in the dim fluorescent lights over head. Blinking her dark chocolate brown eyes in complete innocence, her eyes darted around the classroom to see all her fellow students had there eyes fixed onto her with curiosity. Feeling the flustered feeling of her cheeks burning slightly in embarrassment, she laid down her pen neatly on the desk she had been using to causally doodle with on her Science book from the previous lesson.
"Thank you" smiled Mrs. Portland softly, pushing her odd maroon coloured hair behind her ears. Emma had always admired the woman, hopefully to be following in her footsteps and possibly teaching Year Nine English one day.
Sabrina Rodrick giggled amongst her fellow "tag-alongs" behind her and whispered frantically, knowing it would certainly annoy Emma. Emma and Sabrina had never got along, since the day they set eyes onto each other. Sabrina was popular, pretty and fantastic. Emma was not-so- popular, average looking and dull. That didn't stop Emma from not getting on with life.
"Right, it's time to go" Mrs. Portland continued with some-what grief. Raising her voice over the sudden noise of students packing away their belongs or withdrawal from their seats, she reminded them of the up coming events. "As I remind you, House Sport is tomorrow and I expect every single one of my fellow students to participate! I will very disappointment if any of you do not!"
At this point, Emma didn't stay to listen to the rest of the lecturing words that came from her teacher's mouth and had left the classroom in some hurry. Retreating to her locker, she carelessly stuffed her homework and pencil case into the navy blue bag with the bright white words imprinted on the side "St Bridget's College".
Keeping her eyes well focused on the ground as she walked, her mind raced with following ideas of how she was planning her Wednesday afternoon. Half way through the week and it still felt like 2 weeks since the last weekend.
"Em!"
Emma spun around to await her friend, Stephanie, jogging across the court yard to catch up to her. Steph wasn't a close friend of hers, but she was well trusted and very much admired by Emma. Her thick long black hair bounced as she jogged, now slowing to a walk as she approached Emma with a friendly hug. Something about her piercing hazel eyes told Emma she could stick by her.
"Don't forget to bring your costume for Drama tomorrow! I will personally KILL you if you forget!"
Emma flashed her friend a smile. Although she was slightly more obsessed with gaining perfect grades than herself, she always seemed to be a lot of fun.
"No, of course not, I promise I won't forget"
"You better not! Seeya Emma"
"Bye Steph"
Emma watched her friend turn in the opposite direction as her, heading towards the train station. Since her mum picked her up for school, Emma was heading towards the Performing Arts car park in the opposite direction.
She kept her eyes focused on the muddy wet grass as the first signs of rain sprinkling down onto her showed winter's true colors. She tugged onto her heavy bag over her shoulder and picked up her pace as she made her way across the sports oval.