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Why is it that I have problems with oversleeping? I really need to do something about that. Especially when Potions in my first class.
I ran, no sprinted, as fast as humanly possible to the dungeons and flew through the door. Everyone looked up at me and I made the mistake of making eye contact with Snape. "Mr. Wood," he began. "Why is it that you see fit to be late for my class?"
"Sorry, sir," I said taking a seat next to David. "It won't happen again."
"I should hope not," he said. He stood and stared at me for a moment. "Just because you think you're too good for the rest of us, does not excuse you to miss out on classes."
"I don't think I'm too good for anyone," I said back. I'm sorry, but this guy needs to get a life and lay off mine.
I guess I'd hit a nerve because suddenly, he was standing in front of me. He leaned in towards me and I thought his huge nose was going to touch mine. "Do not speak back to me," he said in a low voice. "I will not put up with it. And for a side note, you do think you're too good for us, but like I said, I will not let that interfere."
"You know, my parents always did say you were a greasy git," I said. "They were right though. You know, I have some shampoo. You're welcome to borrow it."
"DO NOT SPEAK TO ME IN THAT MATTER, MR. WOOD!" His eyes narrowed into tiny slits. "Your parents were disrespectful, despicable people," he said. "Your father, strutting around, rambling on about quidditch. He couldn't get his head out of the clouds when Gryffindor got a tiny stroke of luck and won the Quidditch Cup. And your mother, she was constantly causing trouble with those rebellious friends she had. Neither one of them cared about anyone but themselves."
"My parents care more about anyone than you ever will," I said. "You're the only one who thinks about himself. You never give anyone a break. You let your mistakes speak for everyone else's."
"ENOUGH!" That was it. I'd done it. "Get out, Mr. Wood. Out of my classroom. Go see the Headmistress."
I sighed and threw my stuff back into my bag. As I got up and walked out of the dungeons, a chorus of "Oohs," and snickers came from the class.
"Mr. Wood, I don't know why you find it amusing to constantly provoke Professor Snape," Headmistress McGonagall said as I sat down in her office. "But I'm telling you now, please do not let it happen again. Professor Snape is a short-tempered man who will not put up with your behavior."
"Well, why doesn't he ever lighten up, just once?" I asked. "Even when I apologize, he makes some sort of comment that is completely uncalled for."
"Like what?" she asked me.
"He's always talking about my parents," I said. "He goes on about how they were disrespectful and I'm the same way."
Professor McGonagall sighed. "I will speak to him," she said. "But please do make an attempt to compromise with him."
"Yes, professor."
She dismissed me and I made my way to the greenhouses.
"Wow," Jenna said as I finished telling her what happened. "He really is a git."
There was a loud bang and then a yelp and we looked up as Professor Longbottom pulled out his wand and put out a fire which had ignited in the center of the greenhouse.
We went back to studying our gillyweed. "So doesn't Hogwarts have any clubs or organizations to join?" Jenna asked me.
"Not really besides quidditch," I replied.
"You play, don't you?" she asked. "I mean, with your parents, it'd seem obvious."
"Yeah, I'm Beater," I said. "What about you? Are you thinking about trying out for the Ravenclaw team?"
She shook her head. "My parents hate quidditch."
I stared at her. "How can they hate quidditch?" I asked. That was one of the most repulsive things I'd ever heard.
"I don't know," she said shrugging. "They think quidditch is stupid. They say it's a waste of time."
I shook my head. "That's crazy," I said.
"I know," she said. "But that's just what they think."
"OK, that will be it for today!" Professor Longbottom called out. "Go ahead and clean up!"
"So, I heard about your wonderful moment in Snape's class," Anna said, sitting down next to me at lunch. I sighed.
"I don't even want to talk about it."
"He's a git," she said. "Don't let it get to you."
"Well, I also heard about your friendship with a certain Ravenclaw," David said.
I caught myself smiling. "I think she's a real bitch," Anna said. I looked up at her.
"No she isn't," I said. "She's really nice. You just don't know her well enough."
She shook her head. "Girls like Jenna are manipulative bitches who have nothing better to do than get guys to fall for them," she said.
"Maybe you should just get to know her better," I told her. "She's really nice." I grinned at David. "I think I'll take your advice and ask her to Hogsmeade."
David stared at me for a second. "Oh!" he said. "You mean Jenna?"
"Yes, Jenna! Who'd you think I was talking about?"
"No one," David answered.
"Andrew!" We looked up and Jenna sat down next to me. "Hey," she said. "I hope you don't mind if I sit here."
"No," I said. "Of course not."
"Speak for yourself," Anna muttered. I gave her a sharp look and she rolled her eyes.
"What'd you say?" Jenna asked Anna. Anna looked up.
"Nothing," she replied. "I didn't say a word." She got up and left.
"Why do you hang out with her?" Jenna asked me.
"She's my friend," I said. "You just need to get to know her better."
"Like I'd want to," Jenna mumbled. "Seriously, Andrew, you should start hanging around people who are more of……… your status." She glanced at David who was stuffing potatoes in his mouth. "Anyway, I'd better get going. See you later."
She waved goodbye and I smiled after her.
(I know it was short! Don't bother to tell me. Anyway, I go back to school tomorrow, so updates will be spaced out. I know, my New Year's resolution didn't last. Many apologies! Thanks so much for sticking with this story. I promise it will get better!)
