Saturday afternoon found me dragging my feet towards Arsehole's office, where my detention would take place. And yes, I was in a bad mood (for a change). But really, who would want to spend their Saturday evening in detention?
However, my mood improved drastically when I felt someone jump onto my back, and wrap her arms around my neck. Why would someone jumping you improve your mood, you may ask. The answer is easy. It was Annie.
Annie was adorable. And she was short. Like, really short. Which was excellent, because I felt tall when I was with her. Of course, she was a third year, which was probably the reason why she was so short, but that didn't matter to me. And also, she was adorable. Cute-as-a-fuzzy-bunny-with-pink-ears adorable.
"Becky! I missed you. I have so much to tell you too!"
Did I mention how adorable she was?
She hopped off me, and I turned around to face her with a "Hey you little midget." At wich she hugged me again.
Adorable.
We sat crossed-legged on the middle of the corridor (*cough*adorable*cough*) as she told me all about her eventful summer in France with her cousins, and updated me on all the Hogwarts gossip, which she knew much more about than me.
Annie was a Slytherin too, but everyone adored her. Basically, she was a small version of Liv, with blue eyes and extreme shortness. And a lot of adorableness.
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Too soon, it was fifteen past seven, which made me late for detention. I said goodbye to Annie and walked leisurely towards the second floor.
When I got to the office, Potter was already there, and Arsehole glared at me.
"You're late, Miss. Malfoy. Again."
"Do I look like I care?" I snapped.
He narrowed his eyes. Hehe. We had such fun together.
"You will write 'I will not be late' five hundred times"
Well dang it.
I took a deep breath as I sat down and picked up my quill, I had one long detention ahead of me, what with Arsehole's glare drilling a hole on the back of my neck and all.
After what seemed to be an eternity, but the clock said was an hour, my dear darling Arsehole professor got tired of watching us write his stupid and never ending lines, and left us to our misery.
Potter moved, reminding me that he was there with me, and pulled out his wand, muttering a spell that made the number of lines written on his paper double. Handy.
I wouldn't have hesitated to follow his example but A) I didn't know the damn spell and B) I was too proud to ask Potter for help. So I kept on writing, the same line again and again, while the Potter The Greatest Jerk Of All Times watched me, with an amused smirk.
Stupid Potter.
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And so the days went by, just as they always do.
Sleep. Wake up. Go to classes. Eat. Study. Go to a party and drink/Go to a party and smoke/Go to a party and dance/Go to a party and snog/Be with Liv/Everything at once. Sleep. Wake up.
My routine was interrupted every once in a while by
Option A) Talking to Scorpious. During one of our conversations I learned that Potter Jr.'s name was Albus, not Alfred. If you ask me, it was a pretty good guess, but Scorpious just laughed at me. Arrogant cousin of mine.
Option B) Potions with Naomi. In which I laughed and made things explode and laughed some more.
Option C) Talking to Annie The Adorable, and proudly being the big sister she never had.
Option D) Being annoyed by Sarah Nott, and being deprived of the satisfaction of breaking her nose.
Option E) Having nightmares. Going to the kitchens to drink tea. Talking to house-elves.
Option F) Feeling fat and skipping meals.
Option G) Going to detention every single damn Saturday and having to watch Potter use a spell to not have to write lines while I sit there feeling as if my hand is about to fall off because of the amount of pain it's in.
Oh what fun it is to be me.
AN: hello there, how are y'all doing? Well, here's chapter 4, hope you like it. Once again, thanks to Bubbles23 for her review, I know this chapter is short and not very good, so sorry. Also, I'M GOING TO VENICE TOMORROWWWWW, and won't be able to update til I come back. Anyways, thanks for reading and happy new year!