Disclaimer: HP is never mine and will never be mine....no matter how much I wish it was.
A/N: Whoa! I'm so happy about all these reviews. Thank you to everyone who did. It means a lot .Like before, reviews are greatly welcomed. I'm glad you're enjoying it.
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The rest of the trip to Hogwarts was uneventful. All that happened was some pointless prefect's meeting. When I got back, Goyle ate too much and almost gaged on my new shoes. The pig. I can't believe I resorted to actually communicating with him and Crabbe. What can I say? I was bored. Not that they can really talk anyways. They just grunt every so often...and nod occasionally. I think they bore themselves.
Right now I'm waiting for this damn sorting to end. It's way too long and takes up too much time. These pathetic first years are so little. Hah, it's hard to believe I was in their shoes once. No, actually I didn't look that scared. Haha! That one with the curly hair just tripped! Oh, that's hilarious. Crap, McGonagall is giving me some stern look. It's not my fault I burst out laughing, Professor. Snape's smirking too. That's why he's my favorite teacher. Because he finds humor in people's embarrassment.
Oh good, here comes the food. Mmm, I see lambchops. Never mind, Crabbe got the whole plate. There we go, beef stew. Mmm, and nice cold pumpkin juice. I'll check back with you when I'm done...
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That was good food. Well, if you're wondering what I'm doing now, I am currently trying to avoid Pansy at all costs. She really never understands that she's not wanted. I don't know how I can make it any more clear to her...but whatever. It's nice to have someone to yell at.
Oh, here comes Potty and Weasel. This should be fun.
"Hey, Saint Potter. Lost your mudblood girlfriend did you?"
"Malfoy, back off. You're sucha brown noser. It's none of your business where Hermione is. And if you call her that one more time I'll–"
"Potter, your threats are meaningless to me so don't hold your breathe."
"At least I don't have a father wasting away in Azkaban."
"You're right, Potter. Because you don't have a father at all."
"Malfoy, shut up before I hex you." Pff, Weasly wants to get into this. Like his standing up for Potter will make me stop. Hah, people are so stupid sometimes.
"That worked out well last time didn't it? Throwing up slugs every 2 minutes. Sure Weasel, go ahead. Maybe this time you can barf dung." Me: 2, Dream Team: 0....this year is good. "Now, if you don't mind...I'm going to get some beauty rest but I must say, you're in a much bigger need of it than I am."
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A/N: If chapter 4 isn't up by tonight...then it won't be up until Sunday night. I'm not gonna be in town so I apologize in advance. Maybe if the hotel has a computer, I can update. Thanks for reading.
A/N: Whoa! I'm so happy about all these reviews. Thank you to everyone who did. It means a lot .Like before, reviews are greatly welcomed. I'm glad you're enjoying it.
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The rest of the trip to Hogwarts was uneventful. All that happened was some pointless prefect's meeting. When I got back, Goyle ate too much and almost gaged on my new shoes. The pig. I can't believe I resorted to actually communicating with him and Crabbe. What can I say? I was bored. Not that they can really talk anyways. They just grunt every so often...and nod occasionally. I think they bore themselves.
Right now I'm waiting for this damn sorting to end. It's way too long and takes up too much time. These pathetic first years are so little. Hah, it's hard to believe I was in their shoes once. No, actually I didn't look that scared. Haha! That one with the curly hair just tripped! Oh, that's hilarious. Crap, McGonagall is giving me some stern look. It's not my fault I burst out laughing, Professor. Snape's smirking too. That's why he's my favorite teacher. Because he finds humor in people's embarrassment.
Oh good, here comes the food. Mmm, I see lambchops. Never mind, Crabbe got the whole plate. There we go, beef stew. Mmm, and nice cold pumpkin juice. I'll check back with you when I'm done...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
That was good food. Well, if you're wondering what I'm doing now, I am currently trying to avoid Pansy at all costs. She really never understands that she's not wanted. I don't know how I can make it any more clear to her...but whatever. It's nice to have someone to yell at.
Oh, here comes Potty and Weasel. This should be fun.
"Hey, Saint Potter. Lost your mudblood girlfriend did you?"
"Malfoy, back off. You're sucha brown noser. It's none of your business where Hermione is. And if you call her that one more time I'll–"
"Potter, your threats are meaningless to me so don't hold your breathe."
"At least I don't have a father wasting away in Azkaban."
"You're right, Potter. Because you don't have a father at all."
"Malfoy, shut up before I hex you." Pff, Weasly wants to get into this. Like his standing up for Potter will make me stop. Hah, people are so stupid sometimes.
"That worked out well last time didn't it? Throwing up slugs every 2 minutes. Sure Weasel, go ahead. Maybe this time you can barf dung." Me: 2, Dream Team: 0....this year is good. "Now, if you don't mind...I'm going to get some beauty rest but I must say, you're in a much bigger need of it than I am."
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A/N: If chapter 4 isn't up by tonight...then it won't be up until Sunday night. I'm not gonna be in town so I apologize in advance. Maybe if the hotel has a computer, I can update. Thanks for reading.
