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"Genius is born-not paid." -Oscar Wilde
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"If you could only see the way she loves me, then maybe you would understand why I feel this way about our love, and what I must do. If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says, when she says she loves me." I sing tiredly as I browse the isles for a book on The Draught of Peace. I happen to like my vioce. I can sing from tennor to alto, and some of saprano. It sounds naturally like Nora Jones, but I have practised enough to change it from Anna Nalick to Queens of the Stone Age. A very useful tallent when in Slytherin. It gives an advantage to be able to mimick other's voices. I stop my singing to grab a stool to get So You Want Peace? that somebody stupidly put on the top shelf. "Stupid height!" I mumble to myself.
"You do realize that you can just accio the book down?" An ammused voice tells me.
"Yes, I do realize that, I merely prefere to do it the long way as to waste time before I have to do my essay." I lie quickly.
"Procassination never helps anybody." The voice says slightly miffed at me. "Accio So You Want Peace?." Stupid idiotic know-it-all!
"Hmm...I thought that you would have passed the first potion Delours." That stupid vioce says slightly surprised.
I finally look down at who has been unlucky enough to annoy me and I see Granger. The joy that wracks my heart can't be put on papper.
"Would you mind giving me back that book Granger?" I hiss.
"Actually, yes, I would. You see, I was wondering exactly how a person such as your self fails the first potion of the year." Granger asks.
"And what kind of person am I?" I ask while my teeth are busy grinding themselves together.
"I actually thought that you had a brain and came over here to ask if you wanted to chat some on the same IQ level, when I noticed what book you were getting, and I decieded not to." Granger smiles at me. Bitch.
"To quote William Clayton, 'The dumber people think you are, they more surprised they're going to be when you kill them'. Now is there anything else that you wanted to speak with me about?" I ask smirking. People really do underestimate a thinly vieled threat.
"Nope, nothing at all. Bye Delours." Granger says giving me the book.
After she leaves, I immediatly give her a very polite hand guesture and walk over to the table nearest me. All of this trouble for a stupid potoin that I made in class. That's the one bad thing about Potions, you make the potion, he keeps it. You have to go through all of the work of making it, and you can't use it for future use. I get out a piece of parchment an start coppying down the potion ingrediants.
A/N-Thank you to all who have read this story thus far.
Also, If you could see is by Tonic if I'm correct, and I don't own anything related to them besides a burned CD and lyrics in my head. Also, Ravenca has her own stash of potions. And, yeah, about the quotes...I just discovered a book in my attic full of them. And yes, I will out in a quote by Oscar Wilde in every chapter. they often don't go with the chapter's plot or whatever it is, but it's a good quote regardless.
bye, MK