Author's Note: Thank you enormously to IloveRW! You rock, thanks for all the support. I'd love to thank Hilary too for all her support, though I'm not entirely sure she's reading off this site...but whatevers! I'm jamming to U2 right now, they ROCK! You gotta listen to them. Current soundtrack is 'Sunday Bloody Sunday' go. Hear. Now. But first! REVIEW! HAHA! Anyways, for now, just sit back and watch the soap opera unfold! stuffs popcorn into mouth EEENFOY! gulps slurpee It's just like the fucking movies!
Oh yeah, and the 'Teen' rating I put on this? It's only for violence near the end, moderate swearing from my characters (only things like "Crap! I fell!") But mostly the rating's for me...and my rambles as you can see above I often cuss...I can't help it! shrugs Just clearing that up, somebody asked. ON WITH THE STORY! eats more popcorn
Revenge Of The Misfits
Chapter 7
Sunlight, cursed sunlight, beat in through the windows harsly on the sleeping girl. She squinted up with sleep-filled eyes, looking around her. Everybody else had left, it was seven thirty-four. Groaning in memory, Sarah remembered she and Ron had lost Gryffindor two hundred points just because they were caught out after hours, when there was really a reasonable explanation! She now hated Filch and Mrs. Norris with a burning passion, and wanted nothing more than to deliver both a good, hard kick. Of course, that would only land her in more trouble and more detentions, so she slammed her trunk open and gathered her belongings for the day.
Sarah turned away from the wooden trunk, and snatched up her glasses and shoes, hastily pulling on her uniform. She only had twenty minutes to eat breakfast, but thought she could make it and jogged down the spiraling staircase down to the common room. A girl carrying an armload of books turned sideways as Sarah passed her, and knocked into her, delivering a sharp bruise to Sarah's elbow.
"Hey!" Sarah cried in annoyance, turning around to glare at the culprit. It was a sixteen year old witch, with an expression of disgust on her face.
"Nice going, Turner." she snarled before heading down the stairs. Puzzled, but with a sinking feeling in her stomach, Sarah slowly stomped down after her. As she walked through the lavishly decorated common room, many people glared, or stuck out legs to trip her. Sarah stumbled over one, and heard a chuckle from behind. Then the chuckle turned to laughter, and the entire common room was roaring with it, horriable, mocking, laughter. Sarah ran out of the portrait hole, and turned down the passageway to her first class, having lost her appetite.
"How could they know already?" Sarah asked herself, before remembering the giant hourglasses in the front hall. She groaned, and sunk down behind a statue of a rearing horse. She didn't want to go anywhere today. So she sat there, feeling sorry for herself. Eventually, she knew she would have to get up, and dragged herself back to her feet again. It was five minutes until class, and Sarah hurried off to the dungeons for Potions. On the way, more people from other Houses also gave her dirty looks, and made a few snide remarks. Sarah just ignored them, and walked a bit faster.
By the time she reached the last dungeon corridor, she was all out running away from the cursed people. Why did everybody else hate her now? She understood the Gryffindor's anger, but why the Ravenclaw and Huffelpuffs too? Sarah shook her head in confusion, and ducked in the room. A Slytherin boy, recognized as Theodore Nott, called out "Nice one, Turner! Now we might win the cup!"
Sarah sat in her seat, and pulled out her textbook, and flipped it to the page with the Felix Fecies potion printed on it. A few seconds later, she felt something collide with her head. A paper ball. Sarah grabbed it, and whirled around in fury, having had enough. Only another one greeted her. Her face was widened in shock, why! A Ravenclaw group was chucking them at her, laughing all the while. Sarah turned back around, and sunk as low as she could in her seat, wishing she could just curl up under a rock and die.
The rest of the class wasn't much better, her and Ron barely made any progress on the potion, due to the distractions a.k.a. insults coming their way. Later, at lunch, Harry explained that the reason that all the other houses were mad was because Gryffindor was the only House who stood a chance against beating Slytherin at the House Cup. He assured her and Ron that everybody would get over it. Eventually. Hermione wasn't much better, Sarah hadn't seen any of her that day. Harry had been okay with them after Ron explained what happened, and agreed that McGonagall was being unfair. Sarah could only hope Hermione would respond the same way.
"I'll talk to her." Harry assured her, before leaving for the library where their friend would most likely be found. Sarah and Ron didn't stay for very long alone at the Great Hall for dinner, for fear of assualt. Sarah wrapped a couple rolls in her napkin before following Ron outside, where they might find some solace. The air was cool, and the sky was completely clear and void of all clouds. The sun was glowing orange over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, casting long, unearthreal shadows across the grass. The pair walked over to the lake, and sat down together on the rocky beach.
"That was brutal." Ron remarked sourly, obviously commenting on their day. Sarah nodded in agreement, and stared across the lake dully. It was perfectly still, casting a perfect refletion of the sunset, and of the two friends sitting on the water's edge. Sarah had her legs crossed atop a large stone, and was leaning backward on one arm. Ron was seated next to her, lying on his back, looking up in a meditave state. Sarah wished she could say something, but silence hung heavy in the air.
"Wanna roll?" she growled softly, shoving the napkin towards him. Ron shook his head no thanks, and Sarah wrapped them back up for later. They must have stayed like that for a whole hour, but the silence strangely wasn't uncomfortable. There simply wasn't anything to be said. Ron sighed, and Sarah laid down on her back next to him, watching the sky turn from blue to gray. A cloud of fog was slowly creeping over the lake, but hadn't reached them yet. They still laid there together, dreading going back inside.
Crunching footsteps sounded behind them, and Ron bent his head backwards over the rock, looking at the intruder upside-down. It was Hermione Granger.
She had her arms crossed over her small chest, and a hint of a frown creased her forehead. Her brown hair was neatly pinned back into a ponytail, in contrast to Sarah's wild look. Her blue eyes were the color of the fog apporaching them, and Ron couldn't help but think of how much more beautiful Sarah's brown orbs were.
"Hello." he softly told his friend, sitting up and looking down at the other witch laying down next to him. Sarah's black lined eyes were closed, and her breathing was deep and steady. She had fallen asleep! Ron gently moved away from her, careful not to wake her up. "What is it?"
Hermione openly scowled. "How did you manage to lose two hundred points in one night?" she softly said, eyes smoldering with rage. Her voice was deadly calm, and Ron wished he had wings, and could fly away as fast and far as he could.
"Uh..." Ron stuttered, mentally smacking himself. Why? Why must he be so...whatever.
"Well!" She half shouted, and Sarah opened one eye to stare up at her. She assumed it was best that Hermione thought she asleep for the moment, and Sarah had no desire to be hexed out of oblivion, or be forced to fight back. Ron was dumbfounded, and just stared wide eyed up at Hermione.
"HOW DARE YOU GO OUT WITH HER!" Hermione screamed, and Sarah sat bolt upright, and both friends exchanged confused glances. "I THOUGHT WE WERE TOGETHER! BUT THAT MEANT NOTHING TO YOU!" Now Sarah's mouth was hanging open too, since what? Ron looked the same way.
"Wait, what?" Ron managed to stammer out. "Since when were we dating?"
Tears glistened in Hermione's eyes. Sarah shook her head. "Honestly, it's just a big misunderstanding! Harry probably got the story mixed up, that's all." Sarah told her, and reached out to give Hermione a comforting hug. But Hermione drew away, looking disgusted. Ron was standing up now too, looking concerned. Since when did Hermione like him? They did nothing but fight and argue!
Hermione stepped foward, and slapped Ron across the face, leaving a big red handprint. Sarah drew her wand and pointed it at Hermione's neck, not saying a word. She could tell that Hermione would have attacked her too, and wanted to leave the grounds with all her body parts intact. Actually, it would be more likely that Sarah would win, Hermione realized. Sarah stood about a foot taller than her, and definately looked more threatening.
"Listen, Hermione. You'd better apologize for that right now, and for all that gibberish, or you'll be sorry. I grew up in a trailer park, and I'm not afraid to fight you, 'cause I know I'll kick your scrawny little spoiled ass. And I mean literally, kick your ass." Hermione blinked, and sniffed.
"I thought you were my friend." she told Ron, who stared at the ground. Then Hermione turned on her heel, and ran back to the castle. Finally, Sarah lowered her wand and sighed. Apparently, Hermione had believed Filch's side of the story, which was the freakishly wrong one. Ron crossed his arms, and rubbed the red slap mark on his cheek.
"I probably shouldn't have done that." Sarah commented, and stuffed her wand inside her jacket. Ron shrugged.
"Don't worry about it. She'll probably cool off in a couple of days..." But Sarah already could tell that Hermione might forgive Ron, but would never forgive Sarah for something that she hadn't even done. If she were in Hermione's position, she probably wouldn't either. Oh well, they never got along well in the first place. So Sarah and Ron both silently trailed back into the castle, and immediately headed up into their dormitories.
Upstairs, Sarah entered the room as quietly as possiable. She slipped into gym shorts and her favorite 'Emerald Victory' t-shirt she had bought at the concert last summer. She quickly stuffed her robes and uniform into her trunk, and tried to shut it as softly as possiable. But when she looked up, she saw Lavander and Pavarti both staring at her. Sarah ignored it, and crawled into her bed, closing the curtains around her. Before she finished drawing them shut though, Sarah caught sight of another bed with the curtains drawn shut, hearing faint crying sounds coming from it. Sarah turned away, and drew the covers over herself. Now, she really wished that James was here.