One of the many differences between Liv and I: she was a morning person. I was not.
However, we had it all figured out. She would get up, take her sweet time getting ready, and wake me up before going down to breakfast, while I got ready at supersonic speed.
On our first morning of Seventh Year, she did exactly that. I woke up to a bucket of ice-cold water, and a hand giving me some potion to help with the hangover of the night before (or that same morning).
I smiled in thanks as she called out an all-too-cheerful "good morning Sunshine, see you in breakfast" and closed the door behind her.
I looked at the clock. I had exactly twenty-one minutes till the first class... And the race begins.
I ran into the shower, soon jumping out of it, brushed my teeth while combing my wet hair, got dressed while my bed made itself thanks to a flick of my wand.
Then it was eyeliner, shoes and book bag (which Liv had thankfully already prepared for me) and I was out. All in a record time of thirteen minutes. Jealous, bitches? It's called being fabulous.
I ran to the Great Hall, where Liv handed me my timetable. I kissed her cheek and proceeded to pour myself some coffee.
"Beckah, remember how the new Defense teacher was going to come this morning?"
"Yeah" I answered. I didn't have Defence until the next morning.
"He was here earlier" Why was her voice so gentle all of a sudden?
"Hmmmm?"
"He looks like an idiot." She finally said.
"Damnit." I whispered.
Defense was my good class. It was my favorite class. And I needed to have a good professor, not a stupid ass like last year. Okay, calm down Rebeckah. Calm down. Just because he looks like an idiot doesn't mean anything. He's probably brilliant disguised as stupid. I took a deep breath. He would be fine. Defense would be fine.
"But we have Defense together, so we can be partners and it won't be so bad." I heard Liv try to comfort me. I sighed, I was overreacting.
"You're right, I'll be fine." I told her, with a slightly fake smile, and a definitely fake optimism.
Yes, I'm overdramatic. Yes, I'm pessimistic. But I needed an O in my Defense NEWT, I needed to be perfect in Defense, because I wasn't perfect in anything else, and I wanted to be an Unspeakable. I wanted to be a kickass Unspeakable, I wanted to be a perfect Unspeakable. And so, I had to be perfect in Defense, and very near perfect in everything else.
And yes, it was stressful and hard, but it would be worth it, 'cause I would grow up and be awesome and amazing a so completely kickass as an adult that all of the teenage suffering would have been for something. Meanwhile, all the lazy ass people at Hogwarts who didn't give a popsicle about their grades would be working for me and regretting their not studying.
So yeah, there's my life plan. I get awesome grades, become an awesome Unspeakable, somehow change the world and make a cool discovery, and then, somewhere far away I'll fall in love and have a home and live happily ever after.
So, I'm a pessimist, but I'm also a dreamer. A hard combination, but whatever.
Now, back to my day. I didn't have Defense until the next day, so I spent all day in a bad mood and snapping at everyone, and skipping meals and generally being a bitch. And then I had Potions, which was awesome because I got to sit next to Naomi.
Naomi was a Ravenclaw, whom I had befriended last year when we were made partners in Potions. Thanks to her, the quality of my potions had increased, and ol' Sluggy's dislike of me had decreased.
Apart from being a genius potions-brewer, Naomi was a genuinely good person, and always managed to make me smile with her warm smile and weird, slightly geeky sense of humour.
So, when she she looked at me, big amber eyes twinkiling, and asked if I was "ready to take our potion brewing to NEWT level and beyond" (her precise words), I forgot all about my Defense teacher for a moment. I forgot that I was in a bad mood and ready to kill someone because of how hungry I was. I even forgot that my period was coming in a couple of days.
Oh joy.
-o0o-
That night, Liv and I had our beginning of the year sleepover, in which we basically stayed up till four in the morning talking and laughing, with just a teeny bit of crying. Ya know, hormones and all.
But too soon, Tuesday morning came, and I found myself glaring at my timetable bitterly, while sipping my coffee. I had History of Magic first thing, and then two straight hours of Defense.
I glanced at the teacher's table. The Defense Professor apparently always had breakfast early, and having skipped both lunch and dinner the day before, I hadn't even seen him yet. Cue to enthusiastic squealing. I'm so excited!
...
Not.
History of Magic was boring. No surprise there though, considering that we had an old ghost as a teacher and all, but for once I didn't want the class to end. Of course, it eventually did, and I dragged myself to the Defense classroom at a snail's pace, successfully managing to be late.
Whoopee doo.
I opened the door loudly (I was never really a fan of knocking) and muttered a simple "hello" before taking a seat next to Liv, smiling because at least she was there. The professor glared at me.
"And you are?"
"Rebeckah Malfoy, sir."
"Detention."
"What?"
"You were late. So you get a detention with me this Saturday at seven, Miss Malfoy."
I glared. What an arse.
"As I was about to say" the man droned, "you will have assigned seats in my classroom."
Well, shit.
He began calling names as I swore I would give myself up to the devil if I could have Liv as my partner. But no, she was with a girl from Hufflepuff who smiled brightly. Stupid Hufflepuffs and their stupid smiles and their general stupidity.
The Professor kept calling out names.
"Miss Malfoy" his cold, grey eyes caught mine. "With Mr. Potter."
WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?
Oh the little fuckweasel. The evil spawn. Now I definitely didn't like him, and he hadn't even started class yet.
Arsehole.
To get revenge, I calmly sat next to Potter and hid my anger. At least we were in the last row.
"Hi there, princess. Fine day for mischief, isn't it?" He smirked.
"Fuck off." I snapped
"Oooh touchy. What's got your knickers in a twist?"
"None of your business, Potter. Now shut up."
"Maybe I can untwist them for you?" The little pervert grinned.
I kicked his shin under the table, and he swore loudly and colorfully, which made me smirk happily.
"Mr. Potter, no swearing. Detention this Saturday at seven." Arsehole said. That made me smirk even more.
"But-"
"No complaining"
Potter huffed angrily, as Arsehole went on and on about the year's syllabus, the importance of NEWTs yadda yadda. I didn't listen due to the high levels of arseholiness in his blood. But I could already tell that class with him would be boring at best.
When the bell rang, I joined Liv in going out of the class, not giving Potter a second glance. She soon picked up on my bad mood, and started telling me all the start of the year's gossip, effectively cheering me up.
"-And then Alicia caught her boyfriend with another girl in a broom closet, so she transfigured his penis into a banana and now he's still in the Hospital Wing getting it fixed" She giggled.
AN: HEYYY, so here's the third chapter for you guys. Thanks to Bubbles23 for your review, here's your chapter and I'm glad you liked the last one!
Also, merry christmas everyonee, I hope all of you are having a great holiday and yayyyyy.
So, I'm going now, hope some of you like this, and maybe I can get a few more readers...?
Byeee