Soooooo, chapter three! Hope you enjoy!
Sometimes, weekends aren't as fun as the week itself.
Potions was actually my favorite subject, as weird as that may seem. I always loved cooking with mom at home, and this was better than cooking, because strange stuff happened when you drank the potion. For instance, Carly spilled knocked her cauldron onto Pearl, whose mouth was open. Little Miss Zabini ended up sprouting purple warts all over, and I mean all over. Ick.
The Professor for potions is none other than Blaise Zabini, her father, so that little situation did not end well for Carly. All in all though, Prof. Zabini is pretty nice.
Transfiguration was also a fun class. Taught by Professor Abbott, (and she's really nice) Transfiguration is probably my next favorite subject. On our third day, Marley and Cynthia, who were paired up, awed everyone when they both succeeded in turning a small box of Bertie Bott's Beans into a snow globe, which was, as Prof. Abbott put it, extremely advanced.
Charms was always interesting. It was taught by Prof. Chang, who, honestly, really got on my nerves, but the class was still reasonably fun.
One day in Charms, Destructra, who was really quite nice despite the name, managed to completely soak our dear Professor in fire-whiskey, when it came spurting out of her wand. Thankfully, Miss Chang was kind enough to actually add points for Destructra, because it was "advanced, even if not called for, magic". Cynthia naturally was able to float her feather on her first try, which was the actual assignment.
Charms is always chaotic, with every shooting potentially dangerous spells every which way.
History of Magic is a bore. Professor Binns still teaches, and I heard he even taught my parents. He just drones on and on, until somebody, usually Pearl, falls asleep and starts snoring.
The only time I've had fun in his class was when some boys who are also in the first year decided to prank our ghostly teacher.
Carlos Boot and Timmy Finnigan both decided that it would be fun if they brought some ketchup from breakfast and painted themselves with it when Prof. Binns started talking about the bloody goblin rebellions. They ended up in the hospital wing, and then in Prof. Chang's office, since she was the head Ravenclaw.
All in all, I enjoyed my first week, but I definitely did not enjoy the weekend.
I had a ton of homework to complete, a Transfiguration essay, Potions research, and Charms practice. So, for the first time, I went to the library.
When I got there, most every seat was taken. Most of the people in the library were already stressed looking seventh years, a few Slytherins who I thought were in my grade, and Marley in the corner. I walked over to her.
"What're you working on?" I whispered.
"The research for Potions. This seems to be the best section to find it."
"'Kay. Can I join you?"
"Sure."
We didn't talk much, it being a library and all, except for the occasional whispering when one of us found something important. Once we had finished both the Transfiguration and Potions assignments, we decided to head back to the common room to work on our Charms.
We were on the grand staircase when we heard the footsteps behind us. It was three of the Slytherin girls from the library. Both of us just kept walking up the stairs until we had to turn into a corridor to reach the common room. The Slytherins turned, too.
Leading them was a big girl with light blond hair, and a look that plainly said "I'm better than you" on her face. Once we were a little ways into the hallway she called out.
"So, where are you girls going? The hospital wing's the other way, if you wanted something to fix those faces. And you," she said pointing at Marley, "What's up with your robes? Were they your parents' or something?"
Marley blushed and looked down at the at her black robes, that were faded in some places, and had a patch on the side.
"Ignore her," I whispered, silently screaming my head off at the idiot girl in front of us.
"What're your names then? Wait, I know yours, you're that Potter freak who didn't get sorted into her family house."
I looked back at her, irritated. "And you're that Malfoy girl, the daughter of two generations of Death Eaters."
"Yes, yes I am," she said pompously. "And they weren't Death Eaters. Don't say that to my brother, Scorpius, or he'll hurt you. Just so you know. "
"Yes they were!" piped up Marley, glaring, brushing her smooth black hair out of her dark green eyes. "I saw your father's Dark Mark when I was getting on the train, and everyone knows about your grandfather."
Little Miss Malfoy looked at us coldly. "My name is Felicity, and I-"
A voice came out from behind a tapestry. "And you're an evil little cow."
We all wheeled around to see Brooke marching out from a secret passageway behind the tapestry.
"And I think you'd better leave, or I might just curse you."
Little Miss Malfoy stared at Brooke, surprised, and then a look of recognition flooded her irksome little face.
She turned promptly and stomped away, followed by two mean looking twin girls.
I turned look at Brooke, who was looking hatefully at the retreating girls with her violet eyes.
"You two knew each other, didn't you."
"Yep. I'll tell you at the common room."
Isn't it ironic how felicity means joy and happiness? Ha. Anyway, review! By the way, since Crabbe died, the two other mean girls are Goyle's twin daughters.