Stupid bloody Dementors! No manners whatsoever! Entering when a girl is dressing!
Okay, so they won't really care about that. But Quirrel/Lockhart sure as hell didn't say they could open locked doors with a wave of their mutilated hands!
I opened my eyes, blinking against the darkness enveloping the small dressing room. The huge black floaty thing was gone, thank Merlin. I pulled myself up from the floor. Apparently I passed out after it went in. The gray sweater I was wearing was on the floor beside me. Meaning I have nothing on top except my simple black bra. I looked down, frowning. Alice had a bigger chest than I have (not that I was looking or anything…).
Really, I should be thankful it didn't kiss me AKA suck the soul out of me instead of focusing on my rather small bust, right?
But I'm not really a person to focus on the silver lining crap.
A DEMENTOR just saw me half-naked!!
Bloody hell…
Wait till Alice hears about this. This just goes to show you how unlucky I am.
The door in front of me slammed open, I didn't even notice the white light shooting out of the wand of—
I looked up, my wide eyes staring into amber ones.
Fucking hell…
A middle-aged man has seen me half-naked.
Correction, he's still looking at me while I'm half-naked.
What's a proper girl to do?
Answer: Scream your bloody head off.
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Think everything went back to normal?
Then you've been severely mislead.
Because, no, everything did not go back to normal.
Pssh. As if a Dementor on the train is considered normal.
Actually, it got worse, seeing as that the middle-aged man I was talking about earlier wasn't a normal middle-aged man at all.
He appears to be our new DADA teacher.
Yes. He's Professor R. J. Lupin. Whose 'J.' I don't know what stands for.
A teacher saw me, in my partially undressed state.
Can someone just kill me now?
Just a simple 'Avada Kedavra' will do the trick.
Just a flash of green light, then I'll be dead. Nice isn't it?
Just those simple words and whoosh! Your dead before you know it! It's a better way to die than having to be tortured, right? Those muggles should be glad—
Okay. I'm going severely out of topic.
A TEACHER SAW ME HALF-NAKED!!
Ahh!!
What'll happen to my social life now?!
He's a bloody Gryffindor! And you never stop being a Gryffindor or wherever house you came from. Ever.
Most importantly, he saw my small bust!
Bloody hell.
I think I prefer getting my soul sucked out in comparison to this.
"…very very sorry." The teacher apologized, his back to me.
I blinked.
He was still here?
My mouth formed a small 'o', or was it a big 'o'? I don't really know. I don't practice my facial expressions in the mirror like some other people.
What to do?
Forgive and forget is my best option. Oh hell. I'm making deals with Gryffindors now? Am I playing 'how low can you go'?
"Err…" I paused, not really knowing what to say.
I hastily grabbed the black robe and put it on, seeing as that it was unfair that I was undressed and he wasn't—
Eew!!
The implications of that statement just creeps me out.
Erase. Erase. I did not say that line. It was just my imagination.
"Keep telling yourself that, luv." My conscience pokes at me.
I can practically see the smile there.
Yes. I'm a soon-to-be Death Eater with a conscience. I know. It's weird. Unfortunately, it's not like I can pull it out of… wherever it is and throw it out the window.
So I'll have to deal with it.
Silence.
Ooh! I was supposed to say something, right?
Damn attention span, it's going to be the death of me. What if I'm in the middle of a battle and my mind suddenly focuses on the assignment in Transfiguration or something?!
I really should work on that.
Okay. Note to self, going to start paying more attention. Really. I'm going to be serious about this one.
I turned my grey eyes towards the still quiet professor.
"Its fine, sir." I found myself saying. "Forget about it."
Seriously, do forget about it. Please?
I can't live in this school and focus in your class if this moment is going to hang over my head like those dark clouds in cartoons.
Yes. I watch cartoons. Got a problem with that?
The teacher seemed surprised at my easygoing reply.
Hell. Does he think I'm a slut now?
I wrinkled my nose.
Not that I care.
I don't care. I really don't.
"Alright then." He answered slowly, not even turning to look at me.
I had the strangest feeling that he was either smiling or blushing.
I frowned, walking towards the door which he was still blocking.
"You're in my way." I told him not to kindly, my eyes narrowing.
Something flashed in his amber eyes, I didn't know if it was irritation or bemusement. I prefer the former. It'll help me toughen up my image in Slytherin, which is in desperate need of toughening up.
I winced.
Yeah, make a DADA teacher mad at you. Am I smart or what? It's not like they can't curse me into oblivion. Note the sarcasm, people.
I frowned at the teacher.
If there would be a fight between me and this guy, who would win?
"Pssh! As if that's even a question!" my conscience nagged.
Yeah, she's a nagger.
When you have a conscience, why get married?
Anyway, the amber eyed—
Err…
The teacher stepped aside, gesturing a hand for me to be on my way.
Which I am!
I huffed (not very mature, I know) and walked off.
It was a rather dramatic exit if I say so myself.
Now, where the bloody hell is Alice?
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"Wow…" Alice murmured, leaning back against the red couch of the train.
Have you noticed how Gryffindor themed this train is? Heck, they should rename Hogwarts as 'Gryffindor' instead, they should paint the walls red and bloody gold and name this bloody red train 'The Gryffindor train'!!
I huffed.
I'm not annoyed.
Really. I'm not.
It's just a stupid train.
…Which I had to ride for seven years straight.
Bloody hell.
So maybe I am anno—
"…probably forgotten about it anyway. He's a teacher." Alice tried to comfort me.
I blinked. Wait. Comfort me?
Oh. Right. Dementor. Teacher. Me with half-nakedness. Us with the awkwardness.
Riiiight.
I shrugged.
Shrugging should be a universal sign.
Everyone shrugs. Everyone.
I think I saw Professor Dumbledore shrug once, or maybe he shivered?
He has the worst luck in eating those every flavour beans.
Seriously.
"Alex! Alex!"
I shook my head. Really, it's a wonder I got to seventh year with that going off in my own world habit.
"Mmm?" I asked, not saying anything specific. There's a key for people to not figure out your not listening. You just say safe words like: "Mmm…" or "I see…" or "Mmhhmmm…"
And they won't notice a thing—
"You weren't listening to me were you?" she glared at me.
Alice is threatening when she glares, like she went from puppy to angry wolf.
When I'm mad, I go from bunny to… constipated bunny.
Yes, just another reason why I'm so qualified to be a Death Eater!
"I was listening!" I protested weakly, staring at her straight in the eye.
When you look at people in the eye it means you're telling the truth.
"No you weren't." she stated with all the confidence of an intelligent Ravenclaw.
Damn.
I laughed it off, "I was listening… a bit…"
"Oh yeah?" she raised an eyebrow at me in an intimidating way.
A Slytherin afraid of a Ravenclaw.
I'm so getting disowned by my house.
"Yes." I answered with a coolness I didn't actually have.
If coolness was sold in a bottle I'd be the first to buy.
"What was I talking about then?"
Err…
Damn it.
What was she talking about?
Okay. I'll go out on a limb here.
"Err… You were talking about Hogwarts of course."
She blinked, and then narrowed her eyes. "And?"
Oh! I got something right!
"And… about…"
Think! What would she talk about involving Hogwarts…?!
Then it hit me.
"You were talking about that murderer! The one those Dementors were looking for!" I said in conviction.
Please let me be right!
She slowly nodded her head before smiling. "Wow, so you were listening."
Score!
I smiled cockily, "Of course I was!"
What a liar I am.
Tsk tsk tsk…
But maybe that's my redeeming quality…
I leaned back against the seat, half-listening to what Alice went on about.
A little more then we'll be at Hogwarts…
I wonder if I'll see that teacher again soon…
I slapped myself on the forehead.
No. ERASE! I don't want to see that teacher! EVER!
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