I want to say some serious things in this Author's note. In my High school two days ago, this kid in my grade was caught with a gun, a pocket knife, weed, heroin, and various other drugs in his locker. One of my friends is being bullied by him and she came to my lunch table crying... He also assaulted one of the assistants in the office and was brought to a mental facility during school because of the heroin. He was SUSPENDED, not EXPELLED, which I find terrifying. Although I don't have any classes with him nor see him in the hallways regularly, I am very afraid for myself. He is very hard to describe but I hope that he won't come back to school with a grudge and a gun. If I don't update this story in a year without an "I'm alive" card or etc. you can assume the worst. I do not wish to leave this story and sorry for scaring you. I am not expecting for myself to die but life happens.
On a much lighter note, I really just couldn't resist that ending. I thought it was perfect.
Like Yesterday Previously
Great Hall
~Draco Malfoy,
I am writing to you specifically for a mission relating to the Dark Lord. This assignment will be futile to get into The Order and, if you succeed, you will be highly praised in our community. A book became lost from my underling two days ago and I have a reason to believe that it is now at Hogwarts with a teacher. I hope that you will find it, however, I cannot tell the exact specifications because of the barrier around the school. This one task is bigger than your entire life-do not mess this up.
Lucius Malfoy~
Draco gulped.
Like Yesterday
Draco looked at his letter on his lap and then shifted his eyes to his sides, cautious if anyone had been peeking over his shoulder. He, unsurprisingly, found no one. He carefully breathed a sigh of relief before he crumpled up the parchment and put it in his pocket, later to be thrown into the Slytherin fireplace.
"Are you ready for Herbology with the lions, Draco?" Goyle asked from the pale haired Slytherin's left.
Being picked off his stressed stupor, Draco looked at Goyle with an amused yet lethargic manner. "I'm sure it'll be a fine first period," Draco announced.
Goyle placed a whole egg onto his piece of toast and then added another. He layered the eggs and made sure that none were falling off before he folded the toast into a burrito. He then proceeded to shove the sandwich concoction into his large mouth. His puffed out cheeks were akin to a squirrel's. "I scrunch see," he stated, chewing with his mouth open.
Draco looked away from his larger bodyguard and turned to Crabbe, who was doing the exact same thing. He quickly shifted his head to the fourth-year Slytherin in front of him and shook it in disgust.
Herbology, first period
Harry, Hermione, and Ron made their way after the bell to the greenhouses. They were walking rather slowly and didn't seem too interested for their first class; Now, although Hermione was simply ecstatic about her impeded learning being vanquished, Ron's and Harry's distaste about having a class with the Slytherins won, overruled Hermione's happiness and took the walking pace. The three made their way through the courtyard and the luscious green grass to the windowed buildings and were surprised to see students waiting outside the greenhouse's glass doors.
When the golden trio made it to the scene, Rob asked, "Did someone lock the greenhouse? Where's Professor Sprout?"
A Gryffindor replied, "The teacher's not here yet." and then decided to kick at the Greenhouse One's door.
"Stop that, you impatient Gryffindor!" A Slytherin berated.
'And here it begins again…' Harry remarked, shaking his head.
"Maybe she could be in there and can't hear us. We've been knocking on the door for five minutes!"
"Then maybe she's not here!"
"BOYS!" A feminine voice yelled from far away. "DON'T MAKE ME TAKE POINTS AWAY!"
Over the horizon, Professor Sprout, the fat little witch, was hurrying on her short legs and making her way over to the cluster of second-year Gryffindors and Slytherins.
"We're in the third greenhouse today! And I don't want to see any more fighting between the two of you until this week's over." Her voice was caring yet sharp, an interesting combination.
The two glared at one another before they followed after the witch.
"But heavy breathing wait pant for heave me! All of the students as well as the teacher saw the visibly dying professor fifteen or so meters behind them. He had his hands on his knees and was doubling down. His back was at an angle over his hips and he was miserably painting. His hunched over form only made it harder to breathe and his normally pale face was as red as a tomato.
"Merlin's beard, Professor Lockhart! I had assumed that you could keep up with all that running!" Mrs. Sprout yelled, now walking towards the man in concern.
"If *pant* you could just *breathes in* give me a moment…" His heaving prevailed over his words.
He began to make excuses when they came over. "I'n rather taught today because yesterday I went for a run."
Every single pureblood wizard furrowed their eyebrows. 'Run? He went out for a run?' They all thought.
"Yes, indeed I did run," Professor Lockhart said, nodding to himself. "I did quite a few laps around the lake to be exact." His eyes moved to his left.
"Wizards shouldn't partake in any muggle activity," a pureblood voiced.
"Why don't you just shut it!" Hermione raged before she defended the man. "He can do whatever he wants to do!"
"Thank you, miss…?" The words escaped Lockhart's mouth.
"Granger, sir," The bushy haired girl answered.
There was a silence until the Herbology professor intervened.
"Now that it seems you don't need to go the infirmary, we should probably get to our greenhouse," Professor Sprout commented. "We were already ten minutes late because of the wandering willow."
'So that's why she has red markings on her hands,' Harry remarked.
"Yes," all the students looked towards their now upright and smiling professor. "I was helping her tend to its wounds."
"Why bring that up?" A male Slytherin seethed. "It's not like we care."
Lockhart's smile faltered a tad before it was revived with a more ecstatic vigor.
"I just wanted to say that even people who don't prioritize in something can still help. I had come across a few wandering willows on my travels across Europe."
Hermione and the other girls, excluding Sprout, fawned at his heroic display.
"Come on, children," said Professor Sprout, annoyed. "We have to get going. I'm sure you can tell them about your visits during Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Right you are, Mrs. Sprout," Lockhart said regally. "I apologize for taking up your time."
The small witch hummed a small tune in her throat before she said, "It is okay."
The students looked on at the scene with confusion.
"Goodbye, Professor Lockhart," Mrs. Sprout said, waving to the retreating figure. "Now that's he's gone, about we start our lesson."
Whispers immediately appeared during their walk to Greenhouse Three.
"Who even runs? What type of wizard runs?" the boys questioned.
"He's so smart. Training the body as well as the mind is a very good idea for wizardry," the girls remarked.
All of their opinions on the matter were vastly different but they all made their way to the greenhouse without another disturbance.
There will be more of the greenhouse.
