Chapter 2 – Let the games begin
September 6, 11:23 pm
Classes attended: all (v good)
Classes late to: 0 (v v good)
Detentions received: 0 (excellent)
Detentions given out: 12 (not so good for the students but a nice little power trip for me)
I'm worried. Really, really worried. It's been 3 days since Potter coughed up his last hairball and so far there's been no retaliation. Nothing. Not a single bad thing has happened to me all week (unless you count my "monthly visitor", but I doubt Potter had anything to do with that). My hair's still red, my books are all in one piece, I haven't been publicly humiliated and, outside of classes, I haven't seen hide nor hair of James and his merry men. That's what worries me the most actually. If he's too busy to pester me then he must be planning something big.
I've spent the last 4 days, since Potions on Monday, watching my back. Every night I pull my covers back completely before I hop into bed. I can't count the number of times I've found something disgusting in between my sheets; everything from toads to treacle to Sirius himself. Actually, the last was the easiest to deal with because all 6 girls in my dorm united to chase the idiot out into the common room where all 6 of us pulled our wands out and hit him with a different hex. The combination of a petrificus totalus, a rather nasty bat bogey hex and god knows what else was left a particularly horrible result. What can I say, I'm harsh, but fair!
Actually, when I said I hadn't seen the boys that wasn't strictly true. Although they haven't been following me around like usual, I did stumble across them tonight while out patrolling. I turned a corner up on the fourth floor when I just about bumped into the four of them looking extremely suspicious. While I gathered my senses, I noticed them hide something behind their back: a piece of parchment or something. I just knew they were doing something dodgy, but I couldn't work out what. Fortunately, it was after curfew so I didn't need any other reason or proof, and I got to give them all Saturday detentions for being out of their house area after hours. Lupin tried to point out that he was a prefect too so he could be up after hours at which point I told him that it didn't explain what his friends were doing with him and that he doesn't patrol on Friday, so I still get to give him a detention. I love being a prefect! It's moments like these that make it all worthwhile! Though maybe pissing Potter off more than he is already is not such a good idea…
September 10, 9:45pm
Homework assignments: 5 (not good, not good at all)
Detentions given out: 0 (sigh I think the other students have realised I'm a bitch about the rules and are now avoiding me)
Detentions received: 1 (v v bad…and it's all his fault! Bastard!)
It's been a very stressful day. Actually it's been a stressful week since classes started, but today just topped it all off. First, I was so busy trying to work out what Potter and his dropkick mates were talking about during double Potions yesterday (I'm still convinced it had something to do with what ever they're planning to do to me) that I let my potion boil over, and instead of a nice rich golden colour it came out baby-poo brown and with a rather whiffy odour. On top of that, Dilby gave us a 3 parchment essay on the properties of Deadly Nightshade, and told me I had to submit at least 12 inches extra on why letting today's potion reach boiling point was a bad idea. Arrgh…as if I'm not busy enough as it is. I get the distinct feeling he hates me. Three other people did the same thing as me, and none of them got extra homework. Of course, they were all boys (Potter, Black and Pettigrew to be precise) and it's well-known that Dilby's a woman-hater. Everyone knows about his views on the inferiority of witches. And muggle-borns (I refuse to even think the other word). I'm screwed both ways.
The rest of Monday seemed to go alright, but today has been…chaotic, to say the least. Breakfast went off without a hitch. As usual, Em, Sarah and I rushed down at the last minute to grab a quick bite, but we made to class with plenty of time. History of Magic was fine (boring, but fine…except that he took the class too, so I had to keep an eye on him the whole time to make sure he didn't exact his revenge then and there) but everything went downhill after lunch.
I had Transfiguration this afternoon, not my best subject but one of the most interesting and consequently I stopped paying attention to Potter and his posse (minus Pettigrew who was off sick today). Fatal error! Professor McGonagall was in the middle of explaining some advanced theory about transfiguring inanimate objects into animate ones when a rat ran across my desk and jumped into my hair before scuttling out the door. Naturally, I screamed. Really loudly. I think one of the wineglasses we were turning into small wading birds actually shattered because of the sound. I don't know how they did it but I justknew thatPotter and his gang were behind this. McGonagall turned around just as I stood up, pointed my wand at Potter and screamed "Impedimenta" at him. After McGonagall restored calm to the classroom, and cleaned up the mess I'd made of Potter's table and chair, she turned to me and gave me the first detention I've ever received. Ever. She didn't even let me explain my side of the story. Actually, it probably wouldn't have changed her mind anyway.
sigh How do I get myself into this sort of mess? And is that the best Potter could come up with to avenge himself for the hair-growing potion? I hope so. Pretty pathetic really. Sure, I have a detention, but at least no one was laughing at me…probably cause they were all afraid of incurring my mighty wrath! Go Lily! Second week of school and already everyone's either afraid of you or pissed off at you (except Em and Sarah, dunno what I do without those guys).