Bloodwin, the White Flower
Chapter One
"Katie, the trolley's here"
"Oh my gosh! I can't find my pepper! The trolley's here and I can't find my pepper!"
"Katie," I asked "do you really have to put pepper on candy? It's gross!"
"Yah" chimed in Calandra "Salt is much better!"
Lark and I silently exchanged our 'Calandra and Katie have a really weird idea of what goes on candy' look
"Eewe. Salt is gross!" Katie staunchly defended her preferred candy topping.
"No, pepper is gross!" And of course Calandra had to retaliate.
"Salt!"
"Pepper!"
"Salt!"
"Pepper!"
"Salt!"
"Pepper!"
"Sal-"
"Would you guys shut up?" Lark asked "That cute trolley guy is staring at us like we're little kids or something!" Lark turned to look at me " and Win, stop it with the coloring book. That thing is for two year olds, you're sixteen for goodness sake!"
"It has monkeys in it." I protested "It is my job to make sure that all monkeys I see are colored purple."
"We never should have let you see that muggle movie…" Calandra shook her head sadly.
"AAAAAA! The pepper in my trunk spilled all over my clothes!" screamed Katie, holding up a shirt that was covered in pepper.
"Well," said Calandra " I told you that you should have put it in a jar before you packed it."
"Hurry up" said the cute trolley guy, who I didn't think was cute at all. The pink shirt with the hearts on it and the fluffy hat just didn't do it for me.
"Why don't you just shake it out over the candy?" I suggested
"Good Idea" said Katie, taking the shirt and shaking it over the trolley of candy
Pepper flew everywhere
"Oho! Achoo! Oho!" said an enormously obese boy who must have been eleven because I hadn't seen him before. "Oho m'boy!" he exclaimed.
"I'm a girl!" I said, a bit miffed.
The boy wiped pepper out of his eyes. "Oho! So you are m'girl!"
"Riiight…" I said, doubting the boy's sanity. "I'll see you all later," I turned to my group of friends "I have a Prefect's meeting." I left for the relatively peaceful quite of Prefect Meetings. Plenty of time to change that. Next time I would have to bring some dung bombs with me.
"She sure is hot" commented the trolley boy, staring after Win.
"She is not!" insisted Lark.
The trolley boy looked at Lark uncomprehendingly. "What are you talking about?"
"She's not talking about anything" Calandra took hold of Lark's arm. "Let's go."
Lark reluctantly returned to the compartment. Where pepper was scattered everywhere.
With a sweep of her wand Lark cleaned up the mess.
"Show-off" muttered Katie. "And you wasted all my good pepper!"
"It's for your own good." Lark said soothingly. "Too much pepper can kill you. I read it in the Quibbler."
"You believe that crap?" asked Katie
"Wow. That was pretty profound profanity." Commented Calandra. "Keep talking like that and the authors of this fanfic will have to up the rating."
"Will not!" protested Katie. "Profanity livens up an otherwise dull story!"
"Do you get the feeling that we each represent one of the authors' opinions?" Calandra said thoughtfully.
"Yah… So, who's up for a game of exploding snap?" asked Lark.
The rest of the train ride passed uneventfully. Except of course, when Win let off a bag of dung bombs in the Prefect compartment. ("I swear, I didn't mean to throw them at you! Besides, I'm a blond it's stereotype.")
The rest of the next day passed uneventfully for Win too, or at least, it would have if it wasn't for that incredibly annoying second year, Allison. She wasn't that bad, but she was without a doubt, an air head.
"Hey Bloodwin, wait up!"
"Allison" I called to her as she ran to catch up "I told you not to call me that, please address me as Win or Orchid."
"Say what?" she called back, though she had nearly reached me now, a confused expression on her otherwise pretty face. I groaned.
"Oh come on, Allison, I told you, again, right before we left for the summer holidays, not to mention a million times today!"
"Well, I don't remember," she whined, her brow furrowed with confusion.
I groaned, just talking to her gave me a headache! "It's because Bloodwin means white flower, and some orchids are white." I said in a tight voice, barley controlling my anger.
"Oh" said Allison, not picking up on my mood "that makes sense, but what about Win?"
I whirled around to face her "IT'S IN THE NAME, ALLISON!" I shouted at her "BLOOD-WIN!" Not waiting to see her reaction, I spun back around and set off at a brisk jog.
I had been jogging less then a minute when I heard him. "That wasn't very nice" he said in the classic Malfoy drawl that I found so attractive. "You should remember what your shrink told you. When you see an annoying little twit, take a deep breathe, and try not to punch her face in." He said imitating my psychiatrist to perfection. For all you clueless people, Dylan is my boyfriend, whom I haven't seen for three months.
"Don't call Ikor that," I say chidingly, "You know how much he resents being called a shrink." I walked up to him and wrapped my hands around his neck. He smiled, and bent down to kiss me. I can't believe I went a whole three months without seeing him! I ought to get an Olympic Gold medal for that!
"Ahhhemmm." Professor Cyprian stuck his head out his classroom door. "Mr. Malfoy, you are supposed to be in detention, not kissing your girlfriend senseless."
Dylan pulled away from me, a slight blush on his cheeks. "Coming Professor." Dylan kissed me one last time, and, making a face, said "Well, I'll catch up with you later, okay Win?"
"'Kay. How is it possible for you to get detention on your first day of school?"
"I'll tell you later." He grinned again, and then disappeared into the classroom. I shook my head over my boyfriend's foolishness and continued on my way.
Clearing my head, I walked towards the portrait of the one-eyed which. Checking first to make sure nobody was coming of course. Quickly, I gathered my things together, and pulled out my wand. "Dissendium." I whispered. The portrait swung backward with a loud 'Screeeech' I curse under my breath. Must have happened while I was on holiday. I would have to buy a new can of Sebastian's no squeak oil next time I went to Hogsmeade. As the screech turned into a squeak, I heard footsteps approaching rapidly. Moving as quickly and as silently as I knew how, I pushed my bag into the secret passageway and climbed in after it, shutting the door/portrait behind me as I went. Sliding down the stone slide I heard someone calling from outside. If they were still there when I got back, I'd miss my potions class, and I was a prefect too! If they were there when I got back I would… I would… well, I wasn't sure, but it would be something bad, very bad. "Okay" I said to myself "take a deep breath, this is not the kind of behavior that made you a prefect."
I was interrupted from my thoughts when I hit the damp, cold bottom of the secret passageway that had been there since who-knew how long ago. "Oof!" I cried involuntarily, sliding a bit farther than I thought I would as I hit the ground. Getting up I grasped for my wand. "Lumos." I said, and the passageway was immediately flooded with light.
Now to do what I set out to do. Reaching a hand into my bag, I pulled out the coveted pouch that held the snidget wing feathers. The last ingredient in the potion that turned you into an Animagus. Well, second to last.
Ever since I was a little girl I had wanted to be able to fly, to be king of the skies. When, at the age of seven, I had learned it was possible to become and animal for a brief time, I began to research it thoroughly. A year later I found out about Animaguses. And, since the age of ten, had been learning how to become one. By the time I was thirteen I was ready to become one. I had been gathering the things required to become a thestral ever since, and at the age of sixteen, I was almost ready. All that was left was the bit of what I wanted to change into. Amazing how alike this was to the polyjuice potion. And yes, you heard me right. I want to become a thestral. They were masters of the sky, and besides that, invisible to most people. The only hard part now was getting thestral bits.
Coming out of my daydreams, I realized that I was five minutes late for Potions. Quickly, I stuffed the leather pouch into the silk bag that I kept down there and franticly climbed up the passageway.
Shrink: a rather rude name for a psychiatrist, though it can be used as a joke in a non-offensive way, which was how Dylan was using it.
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