If I were in Ravenclaw...
by Elementary98
Disclaimer: For the disclaimer, check out Chapter 1 - An introduction to magic
Chapter 7 - Professor Quirrel
It was as Professor Snape had threatened. This evening I spent scrubbing around 30 cauldrons, I didn't really count. My dearest professor stood next to me all the time, glaring and making smart remarks. I'd have liked to kick him, but I refrained from doing so. Instead, I defiantly glared back, rubbing the brush over a very nasty, dark grey part of a size 3 cauldron. I had lost house points, namely 15, from Ravenclaw, earned myself a month's worth of detention and a Potions Essay due for the next day. I had no idea how to fix all of this. Especially the Potions Essay! Being his nasty self, Professor Snape had given me the task of finding out what a bezoar was and where to find it.
Not to mention I still hadn't had a chance to talk to Harry.
Fuck it all.
After going to bed quite a while after curfew (damn you, professor!), I fell into an uneasy sleep.
The next morning, I woke up early and stared around blurry-eyed. "Hm?", I muttered, and it took me a while to realise where exactly I was located. "Oh!" Next to me, a groan sounded. "No mum, let me sleep!" It was Padma, she rolled around in bed uneasily. Then she added something in Indian, which made me giggle. Probably some swear words.
"Padma, Padma, wake up!" I poked her nose, and she gave a sneeze. Her eyes shot open. "J-Julia? What the..." Giving a grin, I rolled my eyes and grabbed her blanket. "Rise and shine, Pad, rise and shine!" The Indian girl gaped at me. "It's 4 o' clock in the morning!"
"Der frühe Vogel fängt den Wurm!", I replied, giggling. At her blank, tired look, I added:
"The early bird catches the worm! Man, Pad, I really need to teach you some German!" From the other side of the room, a groan sounded. "Leave it be, let us sleep!" A face appeared from under a piece of bedsheet. "Your voice first time in the morning is driving me crazy!"
I let out a laugh that would have made a banshee cower. "Alright, Morag, alright! Geeze, all moody!" Before anyone else could say anything, I dressed quickly and went out of the dorms, a book in hand.
Not a second later, I stumbled into Professor Quirrel. "Hello Professor!", I said, grinning cheekily. "The early bird rose you from your well-earned sleep as well, sir?"
The man gaped, then stuttered on. "W-well, y-you s-see, it's a-after c-c-c-urfew, sh-shouldn't you be sl-sleeping?" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the obviously faked stutter. One of my younger cousins was a real stutterer, so it was pretty obvious to me. How come no one else had noticed? We were like, 300, 400 students, plus staff? Probably more, I hadn't had time to do a headcount back yesterday. Would do today, though.
"Well, you see sir, I always wake up early, and to be honest, I wasn't able to sleep properly because a certain someone had me scrubbing cauldrons all night. Not to mention a new day started approximately 4 hours ago, that means the curfew rule doesn't count anymore, especially because it doesn't specify the end of the curfew." All of this was said by me with a single breath, and I noisily took a breath before awaiting his reply.
"Wh-who a-are y-you?" The man, whose head was clad in a hideous, stinking turban, peered down my robe (pervert? Probably.) and took in my house badge. "Y-you a-are a R-Ravenclaw? C-clearly, I w-was the s-same y-your age, b-being one m-myself!"
Rolling my eyes, I gave a grin. "Sure you weren't a Slytherin? That nice, faked stutter is pretty sneaky! Could you teach me?" Not awaiting a reply, I skipped past him and, following a sudden intuition (I had a lot of these), singing:
Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
Stole a pig, and away did run;
The pig was eat
And Tom was beat,
And Tom went crying
Down the street