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Angelina and Katie were thrilled when I told them that George and I were 'friends' again. Right. friends. Yeah right.
The next morning, everyone was still asleep at breakfast. Great. classes. I picked up my schedule from a prefect and groaned.
"Potions first?" I whined. "What a way to start off the year! With Snape's ugly face!"
"Don't worry Lich," Fred said, putting an arm around my shoulders. "Me and George have it too. We'll save you from the evil Madam Snape, right George?" As if Snape wasn't bad enough, I had George too.
"Great," I said, looking around, trying to sound excited. "Katie, Angelina, Lee, you guys don't have it?" Please. Please say yes.
"Nope," Lee shook his head, handing Katie back her schedule. "We all have Divination." I sighed. At least we'd all be together for the rest of the day.
"You know," I said, setting down my fork. "I wish you guys wouldn't choose your classes by how easy they are to pass. I mean you-"
"Lich," I was interrupted by Katie.
"Not now Katie. Let me finish," I continued. "Now, I wish you three-"
"Licha!"
I rolled my eyes. "You do have futures though. Maybe you should think about the right-"
"ALICIA!" Katie yelled, throwing a spoon at me.
"What is it Katie?" I said, annoyed that she wouldn't listen to my lecture on how the three of them needed to think long and hard about where they're going in this thing we call life. I didn't notice until then that the rest of them were laughing at me.
"Alicia, look down," was all she had said, trying to stifle a laugh. I did as she said and looked down at my plate. It was empty. I looked at Fred, who was at my left. He looked like he had chipmunk cheeks, which were obviously filled with my breakfast. He looked around the table, back at me, swallowed, and smiled.
"Do you still love me?" he asked, giving a false puppy dog expression.
"You're lucky I wasn't hungry," I answered, elbowing him in the ribs. How could I want to eat anything when I knew I had to spend hours with George Weasley and Professor Snape in the same room? It's sickening. After trying to be serious, I couldn't help but laugh with the rest of him. Fred Weasley, you're too much. I looked at my watch that Katie had gotten me for my birthday last year.
"We better get to class," I said to the rest of the group. They nodded and we all walked out of the Great Hall. Lee, Katie, and Angelina waved as they walked up the stairs to the Divination tower. Fred and George followed me down to the Potions dungeon. Lord, save me now.
As soon as we came to the classroom door, I stopped and turned around, facing the boys.
"Now listen," I said, shaking a finger at them both. "Do NOT do anything to get me in trouble on the first day of class. No day as a matter of fact. But especially this morning." I wasn't about to get detention, not to mention a lecture from Snape. I stepped out of the way, allowing them access to the room. Fred walked in, but before George could, I grabbed him by the back of the neck of his robes.
"Hell Alicia, what was that for?" he said, rubbing his neck. I wasn't going to put up with his garbage.
"George, I just wanted o let you know that what I just said," I replied, staring him in the face. "I was serious. None of your little jokes Weasley. This is the most important year of my life. DON'T screw it up, got it?" I was shocked by my own directness.
"Then don't touch me," he responded, fixing the collar of his robes. He was asking for it. Just to make him mad, I poked him square in the chest. His face turned from tired to annoyed.
"Don't touch me," he repeated calmly. I was wondering why he wasn't yelling at me. He tried to walk into the classroom, but yet again, I stepped in front of him. I gave him another poke, but instead of freaking out like he normally does, he just put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me out of the way. He walked into class, not looking back at me. I turned with a 'hmmph!' and stormed in for what was bound to be the worst hour and a half of my life.
I took a seat next to Fred. Professor Snape was sitting at his desk, staring down everyone in the class.
I leaned over to Fred. "What do you think he's planning?" I whispered. "To chop off all of our hands, or to poison us with evil Dark potions?"
"Hmmm." he said, thinking. "Probably how to poison us with Dark potions, and then chop off our hands, all without being caught. We'll have to fight him buy ourselves. You up for it?"
"Please," I joked, still in a whisper. "I could take him by myself. But I suppose you could help if you really wanted to."
"Deal," he laughed, patting the top of my head. Weird kid... I watched as Snape looked up at the clock on the wall.
"Enough talking!" he said, standing up. He walked in front of his desk. "Every one of you here are seventh year students. You have been taking this class for the past six years. Therefore, I expect no less that PERFECT work from all of you." He paused to look at a Hufflepuff boy, Jason Clark, who has his head down in the back row, obviously asleep.
"Clark!" he yelled. The boy jumped, along with the rest of the class. "I'm not in the mood today. 20 points from Hufflepuff. Next time, it's detention for a week." Jason quickly nodded, being sure to stay awake.
"Now," he continued as he slowly walked around the classroom. "In this room this year, you will learn how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death." I rolled my eyes, and I'm guessing so did the rest of the class. Same speech every year. I rolled my eyes yet again as I saw George trying not to laugh. Stupid Weasley. Unfortunately, Snape didn't notice, and George wasn't given detention.
"None of you get comfortable where you're sitting," Snape continued, his greasy hair falling in his face. "I have a seating chart. I promise that NONE of you will be seated by your friends. You'll never learn anything if you're having fun. All of you, up." Everyone groaned as we stood up. I shoved my books back into my bag. No one said anything about a SEATING CHART!
"Row one, table one," Snape said, looking down at a parchment. "Adams, Danielle and Reilly, Nicholas. Row one, table two- Tompkins, Ryan and Clark, Jason. Row one, table three- Albright, Caitlin and Weasley, Fred." Both George and I sighed, mad that Fred wasn't by us. "Row two, table one- Tyo, Jennifer and Woodward, Blake. Row two, table two- Spinnet, Alicia and." Snape paused, a grin appearing on his face. I slowly sat my stuff down at my new table and took my new seat, wondering why Snape hadn't announced who my partner was. His grin spread as he took a quill off his desk. He scratched something out and wrote something else. "Spinnet, Alicia and Weasley, George."
"What?" George and I both called out in unison. There was NO WAY I was sitting by him for a whole year. No possible way.
"Professor," I said, standing up in my chair. "You don't get it. That's not going to work. I can't sit by him."
"Why is that Spinnet?" he asked. He switched us on purpose! I knew it! That's what he was scratching out and writing. He probably switched some other kid with George. "Sir," George broke in. "With all due respect, there's no way I can sit by her. She's-"
"Shut it Weasley!" Snape interrupted him. "Now Miss Spinnet, explain why you chose for Weasley to have another seating arrangement."
I sighed. "Well Sir, we don't exactly, well. work well together." He just smirked again.
"That's no reason," he shook his head.
"But Professor!" George yelped in protest.
"Sit down Weasley. Ten points from Gryffindor for arguing with a teacher."
"Professor Snape!" I said, hoping for another chance to get rid of George. "He can't-"
"There's another ten points, Spinnet, for again, arguing with a teacher.
"You can't-"
"MR. WEASLEY! Twenty more points from Gryffindor!" Snape yelled. "Either sit down, or I'll take another fifty, which means you and Miss Spinnet will have lost your house seventy points in the first half hour of classes. What will it be?"
George scowled and slumped down in the chair, much to my dismay, next to me. Great. Just peachy! While I was busy shredding pieces of parchment in anger, Professor Snape seated Roger Davies and Krista Cohen, along with the remaining students.
I took out a piece of parchment and my quill and quickly scribbled a note and passed it to George.
'Don't even LOOK at me'
It read. He read it, wrote something back, and slid it back to me.
'Then why to you even bother writing notes and communicating with me?'
I took the scrap parchment, and crumbled it into a ball. Damn Weasel.
"Your first assignment is the Dead Weight Potion." Snape began. "This potion will cause the drinker to become dead weight, too weighed down to move their own feet." With a flick of his wand, the directions appeared on the chalkboard. "Begin."
"Lets keep talk to a minimum," I said. George nodded.
"Fine," he agreed. "You measure the bicorn horn and chop the daisy roots, and I'll slice the knotgrass and de-spine the lionfish." We quietly went to work, only speaking when telling one another to move out of the way because they were blocking the cauldron. It wasn't as bad as it could have been. I was enjoying the silence. Just as I was stirring the potion, Professor Snape told us to have one of us test the potion.
"You do it," I said to George, measuring the correct amount into a glass.
"No," he replied, pushing the glass back to me. "You do it. Why should I have to drink it?"
"Well then why should I?" I slammed down the glass, spilling a bit of the purple liquid.
"Because one of us has to and I'm not going to. Therefore, if none of us do it, we fail. Your choice Licha. Drink or fail. I'm perfectly fine with failing this class. Been doing it for the past seven years. Drink or fail."
I wasn't going to fail this class. I wasn't going to fail any class. No possible way. I took the glass and gulped it down. I waited for the dead weight effect. Nothing. I was standing there for a good thirty seconds. Nothing. I began to tap my foot patiently. I heard people behind me laughing. I turned at see that they were laughing at me. I opened my mouth to say something, possibly yell at George, but nothing came out. I couldn't talk. I heard some Slytherin girl say "Her skin!" between laughs. I looked down at my hands. They were purple. PURPLE!
Snape came charging up from his desk to see what the commotion was about.
"Miss Spinnet!" he yelled with an evil face. "What on earth is going on? Why are you purple?"
I tried to answer, but I couldn't. I would KILL George Weasley.
"Miss Spinnet, I asked you a question!" George stood beside him, holding his side, trying not to fall over from laughing.
"Professor," George got out. "I uh. I think. I think she must have done something wrong when she put in the powdered draproot in. That causes awful side effects."
George! He put in the draproot! Now I'm positive. I WILL kill him! Fred came over, looking worried, but still trying to hold in his laughter.
"Umm. you alright Lich?" he said, trying to regain his composure.
"Go to Madam Pompfry right now," Snape told me, pointing to the door. I stormed off to the back of the class. Just as I pushed open the heavy wooden doors, I heard George.
"I told you not to touch me!" he called, laughing. I shot him a nasty glare, before stepping out of the classroom and slamming the doors behind me.
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Angelina and Katie were thrilled when I told them that George and I were 'friends' again. Right. friends. Yeah right.
The next morning, everyone was still asleep at breakfast. Great. classes. I picked up my schedule from a prefect and groaned.
"Potions first?" I whined. "What a way to start off the year! With Snape's ugly face!"
"Don't worry Lich," Fred said, putting an arm around my shoulders. "Me and George have it too. We'll save you from the evil Madam Snape, right George?" As if Snape wasn't bad enough, I had George too.
"Great," I said, looking around, trying to sound excited. "Katie, Angelina, Lee, you guys don't have it?" Please. Please say yes.
"Nope," Lee shook his head, handing Katie back her schedule. "We all have Divination." I sighed. At least we'd all be together for the rest of the day.
"You know," I said, setting down my fork. "I wish you guys wouldn't choose your classes by how easy they are to pass. I mean you-"
"Lich," I was interrupted by Katie.
"Not now Katie. Let me finish," I continued. "Now, I wish you three-"
"Licha!"
I rolled my eyes. "You do have futures though. Maybe you should think about the right-"
"ALICIA!" Katie yelled, throwing a spoon at me.
"What is it Katie?" I said, annoyed that she wouldn't listen to my lecture on how the three of them needed to think long and hard about where they're going in this thing we call life. I didn't notice until then that the rest of them were laughing at me.
"Alicia, look down," was all she had said, trying to stifle a laugh. I did as she said and looked down at my plate. It was empty. I looked at Fred, who was at my left. He looked like he had chipmunk cheeks, which were obviously filled with my breakfast. He looked around the table, back at me, swallowed, and smiled.
"Do you still love me?" he asked, giving a false puppy dog expression.
"You're lucky I wasn't hungry," I answered, elbowing him in the ribs. How could I want to eat anything when I knew I had to spend hours with George Weasley and Professor Snape in the same room? It's sickening. After trying to be serious, I couldn't help but laugh with the rest of him. Fred Weasley, you're too much. I looked at my watch that Katie had gotten me for my birthday last year.
"We better get to class," I said to the rest of the group. They nodded and we all walked out of the Great Hall. Lee, Katie, and Angelina waved as they walked up the stairs to the Divination tower. Fred and George followed me down to the Potions dungeon. Lord, save me now.
As soon as we came to the classroom door, I stopped and turned around, facing the boys.
"Now listen," I said, shaking a finger at them both. "Do NOT do anything to get me in trouble on the first day of class. No day as a matter of fact. But especially this morning." I wasn't about to get detention, not to mention a lecture from Snape. I stepped out of the way, allowing them access to the room. Fred walked in, but before George could, I grabbed him by the back of the neck of his robes.
"Hell Alicia, what was that for?" he said, rubbing his neck. I wasn't going to put up with his garbage.
"George, I just wanted o let you know that what I just said," I replied, staring him in the face. "I was serious. None of your little jokes Weasley. This is the most important year of my life. DON'T screw it up, got it?" I was shocked by my own directness.
"Then don't touch me," he responded, fixing the collar of his robes. He was asking for it. Just to make him mad, I poked him square in the chest. His face turned from tired to annoyed.
"Don't touch me," he repeated calmly. I was wondering why he wasn't yelling at me. He tried to walk into the classroom, but yet again, I stepped in front of him. I gave him another poke, but instead of freaking out like he normally does, he just put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me out of the way. He walked into class, not looking back at me. I turned with a 'hmmph!' and stormed in for what was bound to be the worst hour and a half of my life.
I took a seat next to Fred. Professor Snape was sitting at his desk, staring down everyone in the class.
I leaned over to Fred. "What do you think he's planning?" I whispered. "To chop off all of our hands, or to poison us with evil Dark potions?"
"Hmmm." he said, thinking. "Probably how to poison us with Dark potions, and then chop off our hands, all without being caught. We'll have to fight him buy ourselves. You up for it?"
"Please," I joked, still in a whisper. "I could take him by myself. But I suppose you could help if you really wanted to."
"Deal," he laughed, patting the top of my head. Weird kid... I watched as Snape looked up at the clock on the wall.
"Enough talking!" he said, standing up. He walked in front of his desk. "Every one of you here are seventh year students. You have been taking this class for the past six years. Therefore, I expect no less that PERFECT work from all of you." He paused to look at a Hufflepuff boy, Jason Clark, who has his head down in the back row, obviously asleep.
"Clark!" he yelled. The boy jumped, along with the rest of the class. "I'm not in the mood today. 20 points from Hufflepuff. Next time, it's detention for a week." Jason quickly nodded, being sure to stay awake.
"Now," he continued as he slowly walked around the classroom. "In this room this year, you will learn how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death." I rolled my eyes, and I'm guessing so did the rest of the class. Same speech every year. I rolled my eyes yet again as I saw George trying not to laugh. Stupid Weasley. Unfortunately, Snape didn't notice, and George wasn't given detention.
"None of you get comfortable where you're sitting," Snape continued, his greasy hair falling in his face. "I have a seating chart. I promise that NONE of you will be seated by your friends. You'll never learn anything if you're having fun. All of you, up." Everyone groaned as we stood up. I shoved my books back into my bag. No one said anything about a SEATING CHART!
"Row one, table one," Snape said, looking down at a parchment. "Adams, Danielle and Reilly, Nicholas. Row one, table two- Tompkins, Ryan and Clark, Jason. Row one, table three- Albright, Caitlin and Weasley, Fred." Both George and I sighed, mad that Fred wasn't by us. "Row two, table one- Tyo, Jennifer and Woodward, Blake. Row two, table two- Spinnet, Alicia and." Snape paused, a grin appearing on his face. I slowly sat my stuff down at my new table and took my new seat, wondering why Snape hadn't announced who my partner was. His grin spread as he took a quill off his desk. He scratched something out and wrote something else. "Spinnet, Alicia and Weasley, George."
"What?" George and I both called out in unison. There was NO WAY I was sitting by him for a whole year. No possible way.
"Professor," I said, standing up in my chair. "You don't get it. That's not going to work. I can't sit by him."
"Why is that Spinnet?" he asked. He switched us on purpose! I knew it! That's what he was scratching out and writing. He probably switched some other kid with George. "Sir," George broke in. "With all due respect, there's no way I can sit by her. She's-"
"Shut it Weasley!" Snape interrupted him. "Now Miss Spinnet, explain why you chose for Weasley to have another seating arrangement."
I sighed. "Well Sir, we don't exactly, well. work well together." He just smirked again.
"That's no reason," he shook his head.
"But Professor!" George yelped in protest.
"Sit down Weasley. Ten points from Gryffindor for arguing with a teacher."
"Professor Snape!" I said, hoping for another chance to get rid of George. "He can't-"
"There's another ten points, Spinnet, for again, arguing with a teacher.
"You can't-"
"MR. WEASLEY! Twenty more points from Gryffindor!" Snape yelled. "Either sit down, or I'll take another fifty, which means you and Miss Spinnet will have lost your house seventy points in the first half hour of classes. What will it be?"
George scowled and slumped down in the chair, much to my dismay, next to me. Great. Just peachy! While I was busy shredding pieces of parchment in anger, Professor Snape seated Roger Davies and Krista Cohen, along with the remaining students.
I took out a piece of parchment and my quill and quickly scribbled a note and passed it to George.
'Don't even LOOK at me'
It read. He read it, wrote something back, and slid it back to me.
'Then why to you even bother writing notes and communicating with me?'
I took the scrap parchment, and crumbled it into a ball. Damn Weasel.
"Your first assignment is the Dead Weight Potion." Snape began. "This potion will cause the drinker to become dead weight, too weighed down to move their own feet." With a flick of his wand, the directions appeared on the chalkboard. "Begin."
"Lets keep talk to a minimum," I said. George nodded.
"Fine," he agreed. "You measure the bicorn horn and chop the daisy roots, and I'll slice the knotgrass and de-spine the lionfish." We quietly went to work, only speaking when telling one another to move out of the way because they were blocking the cauldron. It wasn't as bad as it could have been. I was enjoying the silence. Just as I was stirring the potion, Professor Snape told us to have one of us test the potion.
"You do it," I said to George, measuring the correct amount into a glass.
"No," he replied, pushing the glass back to me. "You do it. Why should I have to drink it?"
"Well then why should I?" I slammed down the glass, spilling a bit of the purple liquid.
"Because one of us has to and I'm not going to. Therefore, if none of us do it, we fail. Your choice Licha. Drink or fail. I'm perfectly fine with failing this class. Been doing it for the past seven years. Drink or fail."
I wasn't going to fail this class. I wasn't going to fail any class. No possible way. I took the glass and gulped it down. I waited for the dead weight effect. Nothing. I was standing there for a good thirty seconds. Nothing. I began to tap my foot patiently. I heard people behind me laughing. I turned at see that they were laughing at me. I opened my mouth to say something, possibly yell at George, but nothing came out. I couldn't talk. I heard some Slytherin girl say "Her skin!" between laughs. I looked down at my hands. They were purple. PURPLE!
Snape came charging up from his desk to see what the commotion was about.
"Miss Spinnet!" he yelled with an evil face. "What on earth is going on? Why are you purple?"
I tried to answer, but I couldn't. I would KILL George Weasley.
"Miss Spinnet, I asked you a question!" George stood beside him, holding his side, trying not to fall over from laughing.
"Professor," George got out. "I uh. I think. I think she must have done something wrong when she put in the powdered draproot in. That causes awful side effects."
George! He put in the draproot! Now I'm positive. I WILL kill him! Fred came over, looking worried, but still trying to hold in his laughter.
"Umm. you alright Lich?" he said, trying to regain his composure.
"Go to Madam Pompfry right now," Snape told me, pointing to the door. I stormed off to the back of the class. Just as I pushed open the heavy wooden doors, I heard George.
"I told you not to touch me!" he called, laughing. I shot him a nasty glare, before stepping out of the classroom and slamming the doors behind me.
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