D/C: If you recognize it. I don't own it. Kapeesh?
Chapter 8
Michelle
Here I was. The second hell. Well, sort of. My Slytherin friends were cool, but no one compared to Chelsea. Well, that could be because we were from the same place, the good old USA.
I walked into a compartment, 2 of the 4 people I hung out with were there already. Andrea Johnson and Ethan Dalloway. Andrea wasn't on the Quidditch team, but wanted to try out once Draco Malfoy left, to be the seeker. Ethan on the other hand, wasn't the greatest Quidditch fan, but would support me and the rest of the Slytherin team through anything.
When I sat down, I sat next to Ethan and we were across from Andrea. After a few minutes of conversation the trolley went by. Ethan lunged at it, taking some chocolate frogs, and any other candy you could imagine. But I didn't think anything of it, I was used to it, after 3 years of him doing the same thing each year.
"How was everyone's summer?" Andrea asked, twirling her wand.
Ethan's answer was un-understandable, a bunch of mumbling, until he swallowed the chocolate frog, "Could have been better. My sister passed her apparition test. Not a good thing…" He told us, and began to talk about his sister's travels. "She apparated on my knees last night, and kept rambling about how 'school is going to be amazing' and all that other stuff."
They both turned to me, waiting for me to describe my summer.
"Hell." I stated, a simple one-word answer.
Ethan knew exactly what I meant. It was weird, we had this… connection. Ever since the first year we'd be able to read each other's minds and finish each other's sentences. "Mom that bad?"
I nodded, and was about to say something when my two other Slytherin friends walked in. Pete and Sarah. "Hey Pete. You got some left-over lunch on your lip." I told him, holding back a laugh.
"It's not lunch! It's hair." Pete was half-werewolf and we were the only ones at school who knew about it. His father had been a werewolf, and his mother a witch.
"Whatever Pete. I think your 'second side' is starting to come into your 'first side'." Sarah said to him, using quotes when she was talking about his sides.
"Shut up Sarah." Pete said, sitting next to Ethan and me. While Sarah sat next to Andrea. The five of us were inseparable except for when I was with Chelsea, but none of them knew about that. Except for Ethan, but he didn't tell a soul. And I thanked him so much for that.
Andrea did a simple hair removal spell on Pete's lip and the fuzz was gone. "There you go Pete. You look like a totally normal 14 year old again."
"Did he even look like a 'normal 14-year-old' before?" Ethan asked, and we all started laughing.
Pete glared at us, "I will get you, when the moon is full."
"You wouldn't." It was me who spoke, sarcastically.
"Or would I"
"Not that I care, a werewolf bite could bring some excitement to my hell-hole of a life." I retorted, almost instantly.
"Oh Shell. You don't want to get bitten, trust me." Pete replied, shaking his head.
"True… I just need to get away from hell."
"You are aren't you?" Ethan asked me. "I mean, school isn't exactly exciting, but at least you aren't at home."
"Hate to say this Ethan. But you're right." I said, sticking my tongue out at him. I know it was immature, but we were all immature in that compartment, at least… me and the guys were.
Andrea and Sarah simply laughed at us, as they always did.
Our conversation was interrupted by a mob of Gryffindor second years going by. Pete poked his head out the compartment door and snarled at them, "Do you mind? Gryffindor is a bunch of filthy blood traitors and you better all get going before I get angry."
Ethan and I were holding back our laughter, and amazingly, Sarah and Andrea were as well. The Gryffindors scurried by and Pete popped back into the compartment we all roared with laughter.
We then put our robes on, the castle coming into sight.
"Finally. Let the torment begin." Andrea said, smirking.
"The midgets are going to have hell from us." Pete added as we walked out of our compartment.
((Eww! It's horrid!)).