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Chapter Two

"Oh, I'm so sorry for being late!" I gasped as I burst into the

potions classroom. "I lost track of time…"

"Perfect, wonderful, maybe when you're done unpacking your potion

ingredients, you can tell us why you have mud all over your pants." Our

potions teacher, Professor Wislethaw was not known for being very

understanding.

I looked down at my pants, and discovered that there was indeed mud

all over them. Probably from landing at the bottom of the passageway. I

tried to think of a plausible excuse. "Um, in my haste to be on time,

I fell down in the mud."

"Hmm. I'm curious about where you fell, seeing as there's been a

drought for three months." Professor Wislethaw fixed me with a cold smile.

"Oh. Right…um…I-

"Really, Miss Marvola, being a Prefect you should know better than to

come late to class. And then to lie on top of that-"

"Oh, Professor," an apologetic voice cut in, "I just remembered. I

splashed Win with water, and then she fell down in the dirt. Isn't that

right, Win?"

I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God for Calandra, one of my many

friends. She was always the best at making up stories and getting

people out of trouble.

Professor Wislethaw looked disappointed. She always enjoyed getting

students into trouble. Especially the popular people like me. "Well

then. May I remind you, that since we have a drought, water should not be

used so foolishly."

"Yes Professor. Sorry." Calandra actually sounded sorry.

"Go on then. What're you waiting for! Go sit down!"

As I sat down at my customary seat next to Lark, I scanned the seats

for Dylan. I didn't see him.

"Where were you?" asked Lark. Lark is another one of my friends.

Actually, I knew pretty much everyone in the Slytherin House (which was my

house, too).

"I had some unfinished business." I whispered, and then Professor

Wislethaw announced a pop-quiz, which cut off my having to think up more

excuses. That must be the theme for today. Excuses.

After Class:

"So, how'd you do on the quiz?" Calandra asked me.

"I think okay," I replied "What about you?"

"I botched up questions number 4, 7, and 9." Answered Calandra "I hate

it when she gives us those tests!"

"You know, if either of you actually bothered to study, rather than

using my notes…." This was Katie speaking. Katie was our residential

"studier". It was quite useful actually. She studied and paid attention

in class, and we all used her notes.

"Why in the world would we study? You do it so well for us." I said.

"Okay, fine," huffed Katie in an incredibly fake offended tone. "Use my

notes. But someday, I'm going to refuse to let you use my notes, and

you're all going to fail dismally at school. And life." Katie added as

an after thought.

"Yep," said Calandra "But for now, we're fine with using your notes."

"Speaking of Dylan," I interrupted

"Who's speaking of Dylan?" asked Katie

"Nobody," I replied "but now that you mention him, have either of you

seen him? He wasn't in class today."

"No, I haven't" said Calandra, annoyed that I had changed the subject

"Maybe he decided to play hookie."

"Possibly," I said, thinking out loud. "But he was in detention. And

staying a prefect is important to his family." After a long pause I

continued. " I'm going to go look for him, see you later."

I searched the Slytherin common room, his room (the boys dormitory is

very easy to enter), and the hallway past the Griffindor common room

-Dylan would often get into fights with Griffindors. And before you get

all huffy let me just tell you, that the Griffindors ask for it. In

fact, they beg to be beaten up. Always thinking they're so much better

than us…

I finally found him outside sitting in the shade of a large oak tree.

"Hi. Where've you been?" I asked him.

"Detention." Dylan scowled.

I went over to him and sat down next to him. "Why?"

"Because Professor Ilgling didn't find it as funny as I did when his

hair turned green, his skin turned pink with blue spots, and he also

didn't appreciate the banner that followed him around singing a song about

him."

"What song?" I asked, amused.

Dylan started to sing it, and by the time he was done I was in

hysterics from laughing so hard.

"You didn't." I said when I'd finally calmed down enough to speak.

"I did. And I got detention for a month." He said, a pained expression

on his face.

"Oooh. That sucks." I said.

"Yes, it does," he replied, his expression suddenly turning gleeful.

"But it was worth it!"

"I imagine I'll be hearing a lot about it during Professor's class

tomorrow!" I laughed

"I imagine you will" he said, still gleeful. He grinned, leaning

toward me and pulling me closer to him. I went willingly into his lap, and

started kissing him.

When he finally pulled away, it was getting dark.

"C'mon." Dylan stood up held out a hand and pulled me to my feet. "I'm

starving. Race you to the castle!" I took off, knowing that he'd let

me win even though he was much faster than I was.

Botched up: messed up, got wrong

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