September, 2nd, 1973
I can never stress enough how I miss the sun, it's been two weeks since I'm back in England, and I already had to buy two scarves, can you believe it? That was the thing about living abroad, it's really hard to get used to the english time zone. Mom and dad decided it would be better to take me here two weeks earlier so I could readjust and study a little. Dad couldn't stay with me because, well because that's it. Mom and grandma are having trouble in the factory, so turns out I'm alone. Not exactly alone actually, Nini's mom had the same brilliant idea since Nini spent the major part of her holidays in South Africa. We spent most of our time hanging in the streets, we met with Evans a couple of times. She was very nice, unless you mentioned Potter and the gang, then she becomes extra scary, honestly it's like having ice cream with a banshee, screaming after everyone's death. Good thing is I got a magic album for my birthday, once you glue them in, the pictures won't budge, you can even put the thing through fire, it will not have a scratch. This means even more pictures, no matter how much people (hmhm Reg) complain about it. As these two weeks of paradise ended, we realized we were back on track, for another year of suffering.
"WILLIBAT! COME BACK HERE YOU STUPID CAT!" Fuck I hate running. This idiot of a cat is sick and won't have it's medecine, I should let it die. "Regulus it's close to you catch it!" That moron doesn't do a better job than me, thankfully a third year, Rosier, intercepted it.
"Thank you so much, I'm sorry that dumbass doesn't know how to behave."
"It's fine, Nolano, right?" He asked with a charming smile. What the fuck was that for?
"Well yes, I know you're Rosier." What does he want, wait, I saw him look at my earrings, I won't let him steal them. Freak.
"Do you know where Adil is? I would like to talk to her." Hold on, what?
"Why do you want to talk to her?" I was now holding Willibat really close to me, he might want to steal him too.
"It's about..quidditch, stuff." That was ridiculous, do I look like a Huffelpuf to believe this kind of crap? He must have sensed that I wasn't convinced. "I just want to talk to her! Can you tell me where she is or not?"
"Library." He walked off with whatever dignity he had left after that ridiculous tantrum. I looked around and threw myself graciously next to Reg.
"You're going to break this couch." He said without looking up from his book.
"Are you insinuating that I'm fat?" I know I'm not as skinny as the girls around here, but there's no need to say it like that!
"Let's just say you're not exactly on the thin side." I slapped the book on his face and he looked like he was going to retribute for a second.
"Good evening Regulus, how was your day?" A small, doll-like girl was now standing in front of us. Fuck she is pretty, long redish-blond hair laying smoothly on her back, perfect unblemished skin gleaming under the soft light of the room, big icy blue eyes looking at Reg with insistence.
"It was nice, Violet thank you for asking. How was yours?" It's so weird to see him like this, it's like he has a pureblood button that's off most of the time, with me, at least. But when everyone else seems to take some interest in him, he switches the blasted thing on. Fake ass bitch. Hate when he does that.
"It was delightful, not as good as our summer evenings though." She said with a small laugh, how can someone have a pretty laugh? Whait what summer evenings?
"I am glad you are enjoying your classes. Do you need help with anything?" He seems to be ignoring the last part of her sentence, his back stiff like a piece of wood.
"Actually there is something I didn't quite get in transfiguration, would you mind giving me a hand?" For a second he looked like he wanted to shoot himself but before anyone else could notice it, the mask of fake politness was back again. I feel too much now.
"I need to get to the owlery actually, I have to send some letters, enjoy yourselves kids." I stood up and before Reg could say anything, I stormed out of the common room.
That was..something. Reg had told me that people usually were engaged at a young age, with people of their own circle or not exactly engaged, more like the promise of an engagement. No wonder they were so weird. Was this a situation like that?
"I wonder if there is a spell to make that long nose of yours smaller, should we try something? I mean there aren't much spells that could make it look worse." Potter was standing a bit ahead from his friends who were laughing at we he said. Severus looked like he wanted to chop his head off.
"What the fuck is going on here?" I know what's going on. Just trying to make a good entrance.
"We're just trying to teach dear old Snivellus here good manners, do you mind?" Black senior said, barely looking at me.
"Looks more like bullying to me honestly. Four boys against one, that's extremely brave. Go Gryffindor!" I responded ironically.
"Why are you even friends with him? Little brother never mentionned you're the racist kind."
"That's because I'm not, I never knew you two talked this much, altogether about little old me."
"There's quite a lot you don't know, maybe you should try to know the people you defend so much, better."
"I hope I'm not interrumpting anything, but we're in the middle of something here." Four-eyed moron was looking exasperetdly at Black and I, his wand still aiming a now bored Severus.
"Oh right, don't mind me, can I borrow Severus from you a little? I have an essay in potions."
"Let's go guys, I bet McGonagall is around at this hour." Marlapin said. The quatuor left reluctantly not without pushing Severus a little.
"I don't need your help by the way, or anyone's and-"
"Yeah whatever, I do have an essay so if we could speed the angry dialogue to when we are friends again it would be nice." Fucking git, here I am, saving his ass and that's the thanking I get? Won't do it anytime soon.
"You're really blunt you know, it's kind of disturbing sometimes."
"Is it a bad thing?"
"I don't know."
If only you knew.
"Hey, what did Rosier want with you? He almost assaulted me in the common room earlier, wanting to know where you were." I was laying in Nini's bed while petting Willibat, she got out of the bathroom, her hair still damp.
"I don't know actually, he was all weird and stuttering, he said something about quidditch?" That's.. unusual, especially for a guy like him. Let's just say he's a more sadistic version of 'pureblood Reg'.
"It's not the first time he tried to talk to me, you know? But every time, I swear he does that thing where he comes, looks at me and then leaves without saying a word."
"Why didn't you tell me anything?"
"I don't know, figured you would say something along the lines of "watch out he's gonna rape you', I thought I'd spare myself that."
"True, but you have to admit it's weird." She shrugged and got up to fix her hair while humming the same song she always sings, I can never quite put my finger on it.
Anissa really is the best person I met in here. I love how she is considerate with other people, her warm laugh, the look on her face when someone mentions quidditch, her sly comments, the fact that she eats like an army, and her arabic curses when she's mad.
"Nini can I trust you?" She looked at me with curiosity.
"Of course you can." Am I making a mistake? I can only hope not.
"There is something I need to tell you then. But you have to understand, that this could possibly endanger me." Fuckfuckfuckfuck. "Maybe you should sit down, it's quite the story."