Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and my characters

A/N: Sorry I took longer than expected on writing this. I had some comp problems like always because of my Mom's ebay.. God I hate how much she uses ebay. ok well here we go..oh by the way..

Ailias Kurai: In all honesty it is in my story plot for her to get overdramatic. I know it seems like I'm making excuses, but she has not yet seen how to act like herself.. I mean, c'mon look at her..over acting about the stupidest lil things! haha How can it not be on purpose. Anyways, I don't take offense to the comment. I'm actually glad someone has given me some criticism to help me look out for these things in my story. Thank you and I hope you still read this because I garuntee she will not be like this by the end of the book. :-) actually by the end of the next chaps cuz I planned on her starting to search for the true her again like the last book.

Chapter 15: Gobble Gobble

Gwenneth held her palm out, flashing a white pill to me.

"I can't take that. I know you said it would make me feel queezy but-"

"-It's a Zonko product. It's safe.. take it.." Gwen insisted on helping me fake sick.

Shaking my head, I decided, "No...I'm going back to take Snape's test. I can't run from everything that makes me nervous. If I did that I would have been out of the school before Hagrid even picked me up from the orphanage. Sorry Gwen, thanks anyways though."

"It's ok..If you ever need any help with escaping something, I'm the woman to go to." Gwen was so proud of herself, but it was funny.

"Fine with me," I decleared, opening the bathroom door and leaving.

When I ran into Potions once again, everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at me.

Snape furiously asked, "What took so long, Maguire?"

"There was a line.." I shot back.

"Give me the real reason Miss Maguire." Snape obviously didn't buy my line answer.

I laughed under my breath, "I have my period.. I couldn't find what I needed to use for my problem."

I'm sure someone has used this excuse to Snape before, because his facial expression showed defeat, emberassment, and speechlessness.

"I'll sit down now, Professor Snape, and take my test." My overly-positive attitude created a small roll of giggles from the students.

Time passed as I tried my best on the test. I knew barely any answers, but one failing grade wouldn't hurt me that bad..

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One Week later, I get my test and see that I passed with a C..How in Hell did I manage that?

"You coming to the game today?" Ron approached me with his face painted red and gold.

I laughed, "Of course. I wouldn't miss the big Thanksgiving Day Quiddich Game if I got attacked by giant spiders."

"Ahh! Don't say that!" Ron was afraid of spiders...Oops!

"Sorry," I appologized, "Forgot about your fear."

Hermione helped put some red face paint on me, and I fixed it up with a gold star on my cheek. I don't think a star has anything to do with Gryffindors, but it looked pretty. To return the favor, I painted gold on her face and a red star. Now we sort of looked like twins, but not really. Ron bluntly stated that Hermione and I looked corny, but we didn't care at all. If we chose to seem corny, so be it! Hahahaha..

Game Time!

High above the ground, standing next to my fellow Gryffindors, we watched as Harry appeared in the air on his Firebolt Broomstick. I would have been performing with my Flying Arts Class, but after the whole 'being an idiot and falling off my own broom' accident, I am only allowed to practice with them. After Christmas vacation I will be moved into a study period for that class. I guess they just don't trust me on broomsticks.

Anywhoo, back to Harry on his Firebolt. I saw him shoot Draco Ferret Boy Wonder an 'I'm Going To Get You' look. Hermione and I laughed at Ron because he mentioned previously that Harry was planning on instigating with Draco. This was funny, but then again I wasn't in the mood to see a fight.

The game began, and the croud went wild! The quaffle was flying randomly everywhere as players tried to block it, score with it, and pass it to other players. Bludgers dangerously flew everywhere, wizzing and zipping over, under, around, and close to the teammates. Draco must've caught a glimpse of the snitch, for he was the first one to race in numerous places to catch the tiny, gold ball. Harry was catching up to Draco, who was catching up to the snitch.

I could hear Seamus Finnigan from behind Ron, "Go Harry! Knock Draco's bloody head off!"

"YEAH!" Hermione and I yelled as Ron shouted, "YEEHAW!"

"Are we in a rodeo, Ron Weasley?" My mocking voice made Ron frown.

He shook his red-headed head, "I was having fun. Something you don't know how to do."

I was befuddled at Ron's sudden attitude. Yet, I ignored it. This was Thanksgiving, and I didn't want to fight with anyone.

Harry flew closer and closer to the snitch as Draco lagged behind. Suspence grew in everyone's eyes when Harry reached his arm out towards the glimmering ball. Inching nearer to the snitch, Draco took it upon himself to try and knock Harry off his broom. However, Harry kicked Draco, causing him to fall behind. At last, Harry caught the snitch! Now, I kinda saw that coming because Draco can't catch, and is a loser.

I make myself laugh when I make fun of losers like Ferret Boy.

Now is a big feast in the Great Hall to celebrate Thanksgiving. I'm pretty sure we did this last year, but I can't really remember. Must've not been important to me if I can't remember. I've been thinking a lot lately, and for some reason I find myself freaking out about Snape, when all along last year I had fun fighting with him. I know I dreaded his class and fighting with him, but why am I so vulnerable and annoyed by him this year? What the hell is going on with me? Here I go again with unanswered questions.

I love my unanswered questions though! -Holds Questions close- They are so lover-ly.

But seriously now, Snape is not a bad guy. He's a snake, but a fun snake. He's a man that will intimidate you but make you want to challenge yourself and him. Honestly, I shouldn't have a problem with him this year. Maybe it's not him...Maybe it's me...

It is me.

"Hermione," We began to walk up the Grand Staircase with Ron, "do you think I am better or worse from who I was last year?"

Ron smirked, "Worse.."

"Ronald!" Hermione snapped and faced me, "I think you've blossomed into an interesting character."

"You're making it sound like I'm in a book, Mione. Honestly, is something really wrong with me?" My question made Ron chuckle.

She took a deep breath as we reached the Gryffindor tower, "In complete truth, I think a little of both. You finally talk to all of us, and you are very amiable and kind..Yet, you take everything too ... personally... errr...Well.."

Ron interjected, "You are way too dramatic. I understand that shit happend to you. Bloddy hell, shit happens to all of us, but you just don't think about the situation before you get upset. Instead, you get upset no matter what it is. You'd be upset if Snape asked you to read aloud in class."

"Maranda," Hermione chimed, "I love you as a best friend, but this year has changed you for the worst. I think it's time you take some days to try and figure out who you are."

I sighed, "I'm sorry.. I kind of noticed it too. I don't know what's gotten into me. Thanks for telling me the truth guys. I'm gonna go to bed...I'm tired.."

I didn't notice we were in the Gryffindor Common room until I stood up.

Hermione and Ron smiled, "Happy Thanksgiving."

"Gobble Gobble" I returned as I walked to bed silently.