Missa: Oooh dear

Megan: What?

Missa: It's the next chapter.

Megan: and….?

Missa: It's exciting.

Chapter Seven:

After the two hours of remakes with Professor Flitwick I was pooped. It was about five o' clock and I wanted to sleep. Reminder to all teachers; don't force too much work on the students on the first day. It's to agonizing for a person who had a good summer.

Though it was quite refreshing to do a bunch of easy spells, it was actually kind of fun. Still painful, you got to remember the pain.

We were making our way to the corridor at the speed of smell. I thank God that it was only Charms today or else it'd be to hard to even think, much less move our feet back and forth.

"Every day we'll be doing this… how unfair can it get?" Rachael asks. Of course Lena's already sleeping walking her way down the halls so there would be no chatter from her till morning. Rachael looks at me to answer.

Of course I won't.

"I wonder if it'll hurt when my brain explodes…" I ponder. Rachael gives a small glare before talking again. "I hope tomorrow won't be too hard. Perhaps it'll be Charms again. Hopefully, that'd be very nice."

"Do you always talk when you're tired?" I ask. She nods her head insanely fast. "Yeah, kind of like when you get really cold. All hyper and crap, its so much fun to watch." She smiles widely at me. My eyebrow twitches involuntarily. "Thanks for your support."

Reaching the Fat Lady's portrait we stop. "What was it?" I ask. The Fat Lady peers down at us impatiently. "Something with 'root' in it…"

"Root beer?" I suggest. Rachael glares again at me. "It's 'Beatnik Root' you morons!" Lena snaps. The door swings open and Lena staggers in. "Not so much with the learning is she?" I ask, staring at Lena as she plops onto the couch with exhaustion. Rachael shakes her head.

"Thought as much," I say as I head into the main corridor. Everyone was in the midst of chatting, playing weird games, or homework. Lena wasn't there so she was most likely in the girl's rooms. Poor dear was beat.

Very soon, though, I heard a lot of noise come from the girls corridor. A couple of barks of joy and surprised-girly-screeches before Tucker came racing down the stairs. "Missa?" He looked around wildly, scaring a lot of second years.

I desperately try to cower under my black bag. He saw me anyway.

"Missa!" In one huge leap the dog smacks me down, knocking the breath out of me. If he wags his tail any faster it just might fall off.

"I missssed you oh so much!" He smiles, trying desperately to not lick my face. "That's great, very nice, but um, Tucker?" I say to sweetly before I glare up at him, "Get off me, now!"

He reluctantly gets off but still is wagging his tail. I wipe myself off. "I'm sorry you had to be in this boring place all day, but I hurt all over now thanks to you."

No response.

I glance over and see the most saddest, pathetic look ever.

"No, stop it; I will not fall for it." I say stubbornly. He continues with 'the look'. "No…" I cross my arms to show I will not budge. I make a fatal mistake of looking over again. He had tilted his head and gave a small whine.

That was what broke me down. "I missed you too!" I tackled/hugged him. "You cute, precious, little thing!" I wonder if dogs can turn blue when being choked.

I sadly let go, trying hard to regain my composure. "Little basturd." I muttered softly. He gave a doggy-like smirk.

I slump into an open armchair and give a sigh of relief. Tucker laid down next to it, head between his paws. Aw, so cute. These comfy chairs and fluffy carpets can cure any sign of exhaustion. Such a pretty red color too…

Anyway…

People were starting to disperse and I still had a hungry belly. Damn me for not stopping at the dinner hall. Rachael was so happy to see Willow again. She was on the floor cuddling deeply with the black cat. I have a feeling they are not going to be separated anymore.

On the brink of falling asleep on the couch, Ron's rather loud and obnoxious voice broke my sleep. "You really have no clue, then?" He asks Harry. Harry, rubbing the bridge of his nose, replies. "No, none what-so-ever. I'm losing control to fast, Ron… because, well… you know…"

I raise an eyebrow, finding their conversations quite odd. Harry finally noticed that some (aka me) was listening to their conversation. "Oh, hi Missa." Harry says nervously.

I blush, realizing I was eavesdropping. "Sorry, um… er…" I look for a book and grab one of Hermione's. I don't think I had the class concerning the book though.

"I'll just be reading then!" I give a half smile before looking like I was totally absorbed in the book. Of course I defiantly was not but one can be a good actress at desperate times.

A quiet roar of voices was gradually filling in the empty air from the incoming students. I couldn't hear Harry or Ron even anymore. Didn't matter really, I switched Hermione's book (without her knowing, tee hee) with my homework instead.

To much into my homework I fail to notice how Harry's conversation abruptly turned towards me.

Missa: soooooooooooooo sorry that it's pathetically short but I soooooooo wanted to updated because once again I was having a writers block (and enjoying vacation a bit too much)

Also, many thanks to those who review the story! And unhealthy, sweet food and lots of it. Yurm.

Megan: greeeeeeeat… now WE have nothing to eat!

Missa: oh…. Didn't think about that….