She walked slowly back from her studying at the library.
Madam Pince had shooed her out five minutes before curfew so that'd she be
able to return to her common room in time. But Viviel Dorgen didn't want to
go back to the Slytherin dungeons. Her classmates would be gathered around
the fire, talking and laughing while putting off their homework until the
last minute.
Her feet dragged down the stairs one at a time, her eyes fixed on the grey stone beneathe her. Viviel fiddled with a roll of parchment in her hand, an essay that Professor Snape had handed back to them earlier that day. She was so preoccupied with remembering the grade that had been written on the corner of her essay that she took her a minute to realize her feet had already brought her to the common room entrance.
"Venomous Tantacula."
The noise from the common room hit Viviel like a tidal wave as the smooth stonewall pulled apart for her to enter. She walked quickly down the steps and made her way towards the girls' dormitories, intending on rereading her essay over before turning in for the night, the roll of parchment clutched tightly in her hand. But apparently not tight enough.
Viviel found the paper pulled swiftly from her grasp by one of her fellow seventh-years. He glanced at the grade scrawled on the top of her paper before crowing, "A P? You got a P, Dorgen?!"
"Shut your trap." she said angrily and made to snatch her essay back. The scrawny Slytherin waved it tauntingly out of her reach. "Stop it, Zabini!"
He laughed harder and held her paper even farther from her. Her left hand curled into a first as though she'd like nothing better than to punch him. Viviel's other hand plunged into her robes, halfway to her wand before she stopped and glared at Zabini.
"Watch your back, Blaise. She looks ready to hex you." laughed Draco Malfoy, another of her classmates. She threw him the dirtiest look she could muster. He was the Slytherin quidditch captain, a prefect, and probably the most popular boy among the Slytherin girls; he took full of advantage of his position. He stretched from his position in the most comfortable leather chair and plucked the parchment from Blaise's hands. Draco got to his feet and walked around, reading it.
"She won't. If she jinxes anyone and gets put on the record, she might be rejected from Saint Mungo's Healer Training." said Zabini haughtily.
Draco brought up his cool grey eyes from her paper and looked at her appraisingly. "A Healer, eh, Dorgen?"
"Give it back, Malfoy." she said, getting fed up with being the subject of the joking. They made fun of someone every night, whether it was a scared first year, a third year whose voice was cracking, or their own yearmates.
"With grades like that in Potions, she'll be kicked out for sure." sniffed Pansy Parkinson. She was sitting on the floor, right next to the chair Draco had occupied moments before.
"What would you know?" snapped Viviel, her dark blue eyes flashing, "You got kicked out of Potions after O.W.L.s."
Pansy flushed pink and glared viciously from her seat. Sticking out her hand, Viviel turned her face back to Draco, her anger radiating through the silent common room. He wordlessly handed it back and watched her go off to bed.
"She'd give up everything to tend to vomiting, decaying wizards. It's disgusting she'd even want to touch them, especially the Mudbloods." said Pansy, shuddering at the thought.
"But a Healer... it takes ambition." Draco said, reclaiming his seat. "Did anyone see the Gryffindor quidditch practice? That idiot Jack Sloper hit Weasley straight on his head with his bat..."
Her feet dragged down the stairs one at a time, her eyes fixed on the grey stone beneathe her. Viviel fiddled with a roll of parchment in her hand, an essay that Professor Snape had handed back to them earlier that day. She was so preoccupied with remembering the grade that had been written on the corner of her essay that she took her a minute to realize her feet had already brought her to the common room entrance.
"Venomous Tantacula."
The noise from the common room hit Viviel like a tidal wave as the smooth stonewall pulled apart for her to enter. She walked quickly down the steps and made her way towards the girls' dormitories, intending on rereading her essay over before turning in for the night, the roll of parchment clutched tightly in her hand. But apparently not tight enough.
Viviel found the paper pulled swiftly from her grasp by one of her fellow seventh-years. He glanced at the grade scrawled on the top of her paper before crowing, "A P? You got a P, Dorgen?!"
"Shut your trap." she said angrily and made to snatch her essay back. The scrawny Slytherin waved it tauntingly out of her reach. "Stop it, Zabini!"
He laughed harder and held her paper even farther from her. Her left hand curled into a first as though she'd like nothing better than to punch him. Viviel's other hand plunged into her robes, halfway to her wand before she stopped and glared at Zabini.
"Watch your back, Blaise. She looks ready to hex you." laughed Draco Malfoy, another of her classmates. She threw him the dirtiest look she could muster. He was the Slytherin quidditch captain, a prefect, and probably the most popular boy among the Slytherin girls; he took full of advantage of his position. He stretched from his position in the most comfortable leather chair and plucked the parchment from Blaise's hands. Draco got to his feet and walked around, reading it.
"She won't. If she jinxes anyone and gets put on the record, she might be rejected from Saint Mungo's Healer Training." said Zabini haughtily.
Draco brought up his cool grey eyes from her paper and looked at her appraisingly. "A Healer, eh, Dorgen?"
"Give it back, Malfoy." she said, getting fed up with being the subject of the joking. They made fun of someone every night, whether it was a scared first year, a third year whose voice was cracking, or their own yearmates.
"With grades like that in Potions, she'll be kicked out for sure." sniffed Pansy Parkinson. She was sitting on the floor, right next to the chair Draco had occupied moments before.
"What would you know?" snapped Viviel, her dark blue eyes flashing, "You got kicked out of Potions after O.W.L.s."
Pansy flushed pink and glared viciously from her seat. Sticking out her hand, Viviel turned her face back to Draco, her anger radiating through the silent common room. He wordlessly handed it back and watched her go off to bed.
"She'd give up everything to tend to vomiting, decaying wizards. It's disgusting she'd even want to touch them, especially the Mudbloods." said Pansy, shuddering at the thought.
"But a Healer... it takes ambition." Draco said, reclaiming his seat. "Did anyone see the Gryffindor quidditch practice? That idiot Jack Sloper hit Weasley straight on his head with his bat..."