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Week Two

Tuesday, 6th September 1993

Monday wasn't very eventful for the simple reason that the only class I have then is Herbology at half past ten. Of course I slept in till ten and then had to hurry to get to greenhouse 5 just in time.

For the rest of the day I finished off my Transfiguration and Potions essay as, of course, I'd slacked off Sunday, too tired to do anything like homework. As much as I disliked the Monday for having to wake up so early, it had been nothing in comparison to Tuesday.

First off we have Charms that day, luckily only at half past ten, so there's no need to get grumpy about waking up early, of course that doesn't work for Melaina, the poor girl has History of Magic, I'm so glad I stopped taking it years ago! Charms isn't very interesting actually this year, so far we're seeing what we already know and it's getting boring after an end. But to make things clear I'd rather have hours of Flitwick's summarising than ten more minutes of Snape's Potions. But of course there was just no way for me to be spared, so as everyone who had been bold and crazy enough to take the subjects I was to go to the dodgy dungeons again for another hour in hell with Satan himself.

And…oh the git, bugger! Did I mention I hate him with every single cell of my very body? How could he, he so did this all to bother me personally! After my little blunder 'mishearing' vanishing for vanquishing he asks us to prepare the latter one. Oh how lucky of me, some people might be thinking hearing this, but that's not knowing Hope Elizabeth Finry, for I am, next to incompetent to make any potion in general, completely unable to manage a potions twice in a row.

Of course Snape knows that all too well, the only way I've managed last week's potions was by cheer luck, or maybe bad luck, for I might as well have gotten something close to the vanishing potions while my first attention had been to make a vanquishing one.

"Blue, Finry." He says looking into my cauldron stirring it slightly with a dipper. He wears a very smug look, of course he's only showing irritation, but I know better, I've learnt to see behind that mask of irritation to discover he rather likes bothering students.

"I'd rather settle for dark purple sir, Professor Dumbledore's favourite colour may I add.", I retort looking into the cauldron myself, if I want to be sent to Headmaster for talking back to a teacher and high indiscipline, I might as well try to play up to Dumbledore.

"Such arrogance shouldn't even be allowed Finry, how very like your father you are." He almost murmurs the end of his sentence making sure nobody hears a word of it.

Somehow the words strike me and the first thought that comes to my mind is also the first thing I let slip quite loudly. "Wait, how do you know my fath-"

"You should learn to hold your tongue! Don't make me use a potion to this very usage in the next lesson." He cuts me off right before the bell rings the end of the course and everyone hurries out the classroom to get to the next and last class of the day. I get out as soon as I can but I'm not following the herd of people to get to Defence Against the Dark Arts, even though it's the first time we'll have it and I shouldn't underestimate first impressions.

"Hey, where're you going to, we have Defence next, it's this way!" yells Melaina running after me as fast as she can handle running right now with her arms full of books she hadn't had the time to put back in her schoolbag.

"Owlery, I need to get something clear, but you can go ahead if you want." I respond starting to slow down myself to pick out some parchment, a pen and a bottle of ink.

"No, I'm coming with you, the less lessons, the better." She states finally getting to my own level.

By the time we get to the owlery most of the corridors are deserted and classes have started already. I finally set my schoolbag onto the firm ground making sure it doesn't land on bird dung though, which is quite a delicate task as the whole flour is basically made of that, bones of dead preys and a little bit of straw here and there. I try to make myself as comfortable as possible and start writing a letter in a hurried and shaky handwriting:

Dad,

I've just almost landed myself in a second detention because of Snape. This time the reason was that I couldn't hold my tongue. He also mentioned I was as arrogant as my father. Since for all I know you're my daddy I'd like to know how you met Snape! Was he just lying to me (this wouldn't surprise me!)

Apart from that everything's fine over here.

Cheers,

Your 'Kiddo'

Liz.

I roll up the bit of parchment and try to talk my owl into getting his arse down, which isn't an easy task until Melaina remembers she has some treats in her pocket, from that point on it takes three bloody seconds for him to fly to her outstretched arm. 'Traitor!' I accuse him mutely but bind the parchment to his leg nonetheless before taking him over from my friend and bringing it to the window. He doesn't seem decided to take off, lazy thing!

"Come on, bring that to my dad, Gerald Finry." At the very pronunciation of the first syllable of my dad's first name the owl takes off. The damn creature has always preferred anyone to me! And then I'm supposed to be its 'owner'! I don't get the time to linger on my shock for this outrageous treason as Melaina reminds me that we were supposed to be in class for already ten minutes now. We both hurry up and finally land ourselves in front of the door, staring at the hard wood.

"Go on, knock." I say nudging Melaina slightly, being too much of a coward myself.

"Are you mad, we're not even sure they're in here!" retorts my best friend and a rapid whisper. I lean forwards slowly decided to delicately lay my ear on the wooden surface in a hope to catch the activity inside but my sight being what it is I misjudge distance and ram headfirst into the door knocking my head heavily against the wood. We both get into a fit of excited and nervous giggling almost running away, both silently intending to just leave it and skip the class for today when a voice rises from the inside and summons us in.

"Ah, Miss Finry, Miss Parcher, I thought we were complete, as I was explaining to the rest of the class I haven't received the list of students attending NEWT-level Defence Against the Dark Arts class." his soft voice says as we take a seat halfway in the left row.

As I listen to his voice I discover a certain roughness to it, it's slightly hoarse and I appreciate this sign of virility.

I hadn't yet forgotten my misadventures with Gilderoy Lockhart. I must admit I had been rather infatuated by his 'natural charms' until I realized halfway my sixth year he had some rather gayish habits. Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against gays, but it's just not really positive for a girl if the man she has a crush on is in fact gay.

My mother broke my little charming ideal world for me, the world where Gilderoy and I would marry and have kids and his new book would be entitles "She who caught my heart and captivated my senses." First she pointed out the ridiculously long title for a book, secondly she declared a book from Gilderoy Lockhart about why the other girls' hearts couldn't hope on to ever have him for themselves would be ridiculous and she completely finished me off with three words I'll never forget: He's gay!

My likeness of seeing Lupin's not gay has nothing to do with interest at all, I'm not a recidivist in liking teachers! I'm just glad we have a real man for once to teach us Defence Against the Dark Arts, he might be a better candidate for the post.

Some say Snape would like to have it, but Dumbledore doesn't allow him to, to which I give my complete agreement because let's face it, Snape is just too scary, any dark creature in his right mind would run off by the sight of his overly large nose.

Deciding it would be better to at least search for the subject of today's lesson I look at the blackboard, yes I'm very studious suddenly, to see the name RJ Lupin written in neat and big letters. I nudge Melaina to watch it too and we both give each other a knowing and amused smile. Ah yes, Professor Reggae-man Jazz Lupin. Soon I doze off to think again about how two music-mad parents could call their son this...

"I will now try it on someone random in this class to show you." Lupin's voice rises above my inner ones and I start to panic…try it on someone… 'Oh no he's looking at me, he's going to choose me.' This is probably the worst thing you can start thinking, at least in my case, because you can be sure that the teacher will choose you when you think that. Must be something about the way I look at that moment, like a sort of expression that screams out 'I haven't been paying attention, choose me as a punishment!'

He suddenly pointed his wand to me and murmurs something I don't catch before I see bits of my life in front of my eyes, great parts and less good ones. Me at muggle school and I remember the day some Ivy told everyone I had lice even though it had been a lie and I was left all alone, me aged eleven gasping as I see the castle of Hogwarts for the very first time, me and my dad having to say goodbye to go back live with my mom, oh me and Millie being stupid again. I have no idea of what is happening to me, I get happy and sad at the same time from all the memories, then again I should've paid a little more attention. Before he breaks off I have one last weird thought of 'Chocolate...body...paint...' or was it 'pink power!' Well I don't really remember, not that it is of high importance, actually it doesn't really matter.

"What exactly happened to me?" I ask after class still feeling a little confused and dizzy. I'm having a slight head ache.

"He read your mind!" Melaina answers simply as if she was saying 'he gave us some homework', it clearly hadn't been her mind!

"Wh...WHAT?" I on the counter side can't seem to recover from this news.

"Yea I know, I hope he didn't see all the stupid things we've been up to lately..." With that she means the last three or four years...naturally!

Thursday 9th September 1993

Did I tell how much I love Hogwarts? Classes start only at nine a.m., in comparison to muggle school were they mostly start one hour earlier. Yes it's great, but all the same...it isn't that great when you wake up at half past eight and still have to wash up and eat. 'Bugger.' And it's not in my habits to prepare my schoolbag earlier than two seconds before I leave the dorm.

One quarter later I'm up and clad and waiting for my best friend, who doesn't seem to bring her arse…then I realize she's already left without me, great. So I hurry to the Great Hall, grab a toast as soon as I sit down, Melaina's not here either - probably forgot me - and start to butter it when a firm grip drags me by my arm, away from the toast I dropped in surprise.

"Noooooooooooooooo!" I cry out dramatically not caring to know that almost the entire of Hogwarts is sitting in that same Hall, now looking at me. I reach my hand to my toast and with a bit of hiding I manage a silent summoning charm (Flitwick should be proud of me!) without anyone noticing.

Soon all the toasts snap out of people's hand or up from the plates, buttered or not, and start their journey to me. So basically I'm being under attack by toasts, I manage to dodge the first wave, almost getting one straight into my eye before I catch the last toast in my mouth. 'Mm, peanut butter...'

"Hey, that was my toast!" A blonde -no, scrap that- white boy whines from the Slytherin table, wait…it's Malfoy, I hadn't recognized him with the big bandage around his arm, I wonder briefly what he's gotten himself into this time but my thoughts get averted from their goal as I'm being "saved" by that firm grip that, -remember- was dragging me from my toast in the very first place!

"Rose!!" I don't know what to yell about first, making me leave my just-buttered-with-a-slice-of-love toast, dragging me in front of everyone, or controlling my life in general. I should think of that deeply but as they say: when in doubt, don't! "Look a pink bird!" is the first thing that comes to my mind.

I manage to get away with it and rush towards the first class, that'd be easier of course if only I knew what the first class was. Of course we have timetables for that, but mine is in my diary, that is currently in my bag, which balances against my hip over and over. 'Alright let's give up'

"Defence Against the Dark Arts!! Hurry up" What would I do without Millie? Probably skip classes. 'But my timetable was in my bag professor! You can't see through a bag, at least I can't!'

Nothing spectacular happened in Defence Against the Dark Arts and I feel relieved to see that last lesson's problems wasn't going to repeat itself on a regular basis like I'd feared for it and I and Melaina are soon making our ways outside, she has Care of Magical Creatures and I Herbology. Suddenly halfway through the Entrance Hall Melaina hits her forehead and curses.

"You forgot your book?" I ask knowing her habits way too well.

"No, I forgot we don't have the lesson from Hagrid today."

"Why?" I retort indignantly, knowing others would be able to lazy off while I struggle with plants doesn't really rejoice me particularly.

"I'll tell you later, unless you want to be late, and since you've buggered me all the times I had class and you hadn't I'd rather know you're working your ass off while I lay back and enjoy." I give her a last indignant and 'dangerous' look before leaving in a hurry, not that I'm so overjoyed by the mere idea of studying the 'art of Herbology' as Sprout calls it herself, but I don't want another detention, my hands are still twitching at the very thought of it.

I get out of greenhouse 5 under what I think must be a ton of mud, dung and earth. The minute I get into the castle my objective fills every part of my body 'BATH BATH BATH BATH' I'm like a zombie looking for human flesh, I even manage to ignore the plaintive rumblings of my empty stomach claiming his earned food that is only passing at three feet away from him to go upstairs instead, straight to the prefect bathrooms.

I barely manage to grab some food, my belly is clearly not happy, second time today he has to do it with just a minimum food, but no time to think about this, I'm almost late for Charms, and Melaina's nowhere to be seen. I guess I'll just have to go all on my own.

"Well then, thank you for your attention, we will see each other next Tuesday. Class dismissed!" Flitwick makes a move with his little hands as if he's losing his balance or throwing dead leaves in the air, before jumping off his stack of books and making his way to the door.

"Watch out Millie, you're drooling." I grin up at my friend since she's so much taller than I.

"Hush, wouldn't want him to know about my secret crush." She winks back to me, going on with the inside joke we've shared for about over a year now. This whole game leaves us both as last students in the classroom though.

"I'm free, enjoy some chess game with me?" I propose as we make our way to the door.

"Nah, I've got another class, History of Magic to be more precise." She explains trying to cover her yawn a little.

"Ah, I feel for you." I automatically respond remembering my own History of Magic classes. Then suddenly I think back of this morning and am about to ask her once more why she didn't have Care of Magical Creatures when she embarks me into an entire essay about the History class, and some essay, the kind of thing Binns would be so proud of.

"Don't! I absolutely love it, we're handling about the legislation of Werewolves at the Ministry of Magic right now, very interesting, for example..." Ah how I wanted to tell her we don't share the interest for the subject, but she already knows this, and knowing her she'll only talk even more about it, so I just suffer through an entire two minutes of history when suddenly something jumps at my right hand, startling me. "Aw, what's that cuteness?" Typically Melaina to get distracted from History of Magic by nothing else than a Magical Creature…

"It's a Niffler, argh, these things are really irritating when they sense gold." I explain, firmly annoyed as the beast starts climbing up my body trying to reach my hand which I put high in the air by now. This doesn't stop it though as it start it's journey up my arm as simply as that. "Aaaah, take it away!!! Melaina, take it off me!!" But seemingly Mr Niffler two has joined the party and is being deadly cuddled by my so-called best friend. 'Alright, time for plan B.' this being trying to shake off the Niffler. This plan seems to work quite well...for five seconds that is, until the Niffler gets back to its own self and starts running after me in a desperate attempt to climb back to my beloved ring.

"Noooo, not my ring!! My PRECIOUS!!!" Finally I manage to shake it away long enough to make a run for it, if I get back to our common room and get inside and close the stone door fast enough, it'll lose track of my ring.

That is until my own 'best' friend comes in carrying the two nifflers. "Aw, aren't they just cute!!"

And there I go again, sprinting through the almost empty corridors of the school, the bell will ring in about two minutes and everyone has already reached his classroom. I'm about to reach a corner and turn around it but just at that precise moment someone decided to do exactly the same, the copycat! We both collide with such force (the biggest being from me and my sprint) that we end up sprawled on the floor in a heap of flesh.

As I open my eyes I see two little nifflers trying to crawl to me with all of their might. "Hey, you alright? Why did you run like a fool I've put them on a leash before I entered the Common room, Duh."

"Yea, duh," I reply sarcastically, "help me up will you, my head is absolutely killing me." I snarl back forgetting about the person who served as landing cushion and who's now lying under me playing mattress.

"Err- would you mind, I have some classes to give..." My eyes widen at the very sound of this voice...oh shit, why did I have to land right on none other than Lupin, and in a suggestive position at that too. He has his both knees folded and his feet are flat onto the ground, one of my legs is between his and...oh gods, he's holding my waist with one hand, the other still on his suitcase.

"Oh, s-sorry, I-I..." I try to scramble away from him at last, my face now worthy of making a Chinese Fireball dragon jealous. My waist, where his hand touched me just seconds ago, feeling warm and tingling.

"It's alright, could you help an old man though?" He responds, a smile spread on his lips. I can't help but be confused by these words, alright I have to admit that he has a few grey hairs, but from there on calling him old seems a bit big to me.

Soon he's back up, with only the help of Millie because I'm too busy trying to sink into the ground. "Well well, if I were Filch I think this would be worthy at least two detentions for each of you." We both look at each other with amazement, mouths slightly open as he sums our mistakes. "-Running through the corridors, carrying creatures with you other than the ones admitted and as for you miss Finry, colliding with a teacher-"

"That was an accident sir, I apologize, but you see-" Soon I tell the entire story, leaving the details and the stupid bits here and there…alright I just say the Nifflers were attacking me and I had no idea Melaina had put them on a leash so I ran for it.

"Very well then, you'd better return these Nifflers to Hagrid, it'll save him a lot of work searching them, and since I've never really approved of Filch's ways you may leave unpunished, but let that remain between the three of us, hm?" We both thank him at the same time making him smile.

"Go on then, off you go, this makes me late for the third years' first lesson though: Fighting off a Boggart." We excuse ourselves once more, well at least for my part too which he answers with an amused smile, and wish him good luck with the third years, not that they're exceptionally evil, quite the contrary, they're nothing to what we used to be at their age. The minute he leaves I get something shoved into my handpalms and when I look back to see what's happening I see Milly running off.

I start panicking when I realize just what I'm holding in my hand: the leashes. "Hey, what are you doing?!" I cry out shrilly.

"Take them to our dorm, Hagrid's not going to open, we'll bring them back after my class." The girl's mad, mad and out of sight, great…why are they looking at me with that mean look of them…O-ow

Friday 10th September 1993

I haven't slept all night…we haven't brought the Nifflers back, I swear Melaina's doing this on purpose because she secretly likes them, she might even prefer them to me! How can she, it's not even imaginable, not rational, they've entered her life for only one day, she can't prefer a superficial one-day relationship to a deep-flooding six year relationship. Or maybe she's got enough of me, she's sick of my company and researches new one. Images of Nerissa, Slytherin's biggest loser in history; being the only available company flood my spirit, my body starts convulsing slightly at the very idea.

Sighing I try to remember how I even survived getting back to the common room save and sound…it's easy to answer, I haven't, I've got scratches all over my left arm and I'm not about to forgive them so soon.

"And when do you plan to bring them back to Hagrid?" I demand aggressively watching with jealousy the display of affection shown in front of me, Melaina is hugging both Nifflers.

"Oh, I don't know, Sunday I suppose."

"Sunday?! I won't let them stay until then."

"As if you can decide about this." She teases me.

"I can! I'm prefect!"

"Sure and you're going to ask Snape to step inside our dorm to retrieve the Nifflers right?" I grit my teeth and sigh out exasperatedly, she's completely right, I'd rather die, or even share my dorm with some Nifflers for two more days than let Snape have a free entrance to my knickers, diary and whatnot. The man's perverted enough to dare a look at my stuff…even just for blackmailing. Come to think of it I'm still waiting for my owl to get back with an explanation from my dad, it's been almost four days and my dad's home is not that far away from Hogwarts, barely half a day for an owl, then again maybe my dad has kept him in for some time. I can't believe I'm almost scared of the animal, the thing has never bothered about me! Why should I even bother about him? But I'm sure I'm just eager to get my letter, it's not about the feathery thing with wings that I care but the letter underneath it, tight to its leg. Finally getting back to the conversation as Melaina is now feverishly 'tickling' one of the…beasts, yea that's how I'm about to call them, there's no 'cuteness' anymore, that doesn't work with me, only beasts.

"Alright but I swear, if I have to get my hand into their stomachs to retrieve my ring I won't hesitate a second." I threaten to ensure my own ring's security.

"You wouldn't dare." Melaina answers clearly in a shocked state, she has stopped any action of hugging, kissing or tickling the beasts.

"Oh really?" I answer with a daring look wriggling my fingers in front of her until one of the Nifflers makes an almost deadly jump for them and I decide it'd be safer to just leave them for now and get to classes and what great classes again: double potions, could it have been worse? The answer's yes, why of course it can always get worse.

"Liz, pst, Liz." I turn around to the impostor who claims to be my best friend suddenly while she was committing treason three minutes before with 'the beasts'. "Help me, please."

"What again?" I ask coldly looking at her side of the table were she points out steps number three and six: Step three: 'Cut a handful of wolf spiders into small even cubes.'; Step six: 'Add three worms while they're still alive and stir two times clock wards.' It's hard to describe whether this discovering makes me warm up or even become colder, both I'd say, from one side I warm up towards Melaina, but on the other side cold sweat starts making its apparition on my forehead as my eyes only see the words spiders, worms and alive.

"I can't, you know I can't." Melaina whispers hurriedly clearly panicking, I was looking at the steps unbelievingly myself, the dead spiders would be hard to achieve already, but living worms the sort of thing that fights for freedom in your hands…and what if they scream when I throw them in my cauldron. A small voice tells me worms don't scream to which I answer: 'How do you know, do you throw them alive in hot potion everyday, eh?' Before I can even try to imagine a muffled worm-scream I see Rebecca Scott, a Ravenclaw girl whom I share most of my classes with throwing me a questioning look.

"Hey, Scott…Rebecca." Might as well try to sound nice, "Could you cut some spiders for me, please, I'll repay you whatever you want." I'll manage the worms by rolling them on a bit of parchment and shake the parchment above my cauldron, but cutting two handfuls of spiders, no way.

"Merlin, don't tell me you're actually scared of spiders, Finry." Am I happy I haven't asked her for the worms… "They're more scared of you than you of them, and anyways they're dead!"

"And they're so much smaller than you!" Brewer answers, swishing his long blond hair back with the back of his hand in the process, I'd almost forgotten about Brewer. He's as superficial as the last man on earth having to choose between a billion women all mentally cloned, he's as shallow as his focus and so dumb ants seem to carry more intelligence than him, add to this that three quarter of his brain is used to think about sex the entire time, one eighth of his own beauty and the rest of his brain is essentially for primary needs. His favourite game is to imagine girls naked, when I heard about this I felt bad being watched by him for at least one week afterwards. His name is Kimberley Sydney Brewer, and he's a Huffelpuff seventh year boy.

One day he told me about his name, the freakiest day of my life so far, I'd never talked to the guy and there he was starting to sum up all of his three names and explaining their story, that Sydney is the capital of Australia (which I always thought was Canberra) and that his last name meant beer, it all came out very confused though so at the end the version became that he lived in Australia and brew beer, really freaky.

I asked him if his parents liked Australia, because given Sydney as the second name for a son is really freaky. He looked at me dumbly for an instant before answering '…No.'

Later it came out that his girlfriend's name was Sydney, by then it was already an ex-girlfriend. Sometimes he tries to stop me to talk about his new one, Julia, and how far they've gotten, which doesn't really interest me, so I keep trying to run away from him.

"Size doesn't matter!" Melaina suddenly says in a complete serious and way too loud voice attracting all attention upon the two of us. I understand the girl, she used to have a crush on the guy, like everyone here seemingly…but me…and probably Nerissa, but she's oblivious to males. I suspect the boy to be a veela partly…

"Miss Parcher, could you explain your statement?" The perv Snape says to Melaina watching her in his usual evil and threatening way, underneath of course conceals the pervy Snape look only I can see, the kind of man whose eyes slide down once in a while as a slight smirk appear on their lips.

"I-I-I-" She stutters getting red in the face trying to look everywhere but into his eyes or even face. After a minute or so of extra torture, Snape judges it more interesting to torture some Gryffindor who seems to be perishing in desperation as his potions starts to produce an excess of dark red smoke and we're left alone with the spiders and worms for the rest of the lesson.

As the bell rings, I and Melaina almost jump for the door, eager to leave the room of damnation in a hope to never have to set foot in it again, knowing thought that by next week's Tuesday we'd be here again wishing we'd stayed away from it. We both merely manage to eat anything, pictures of twitching spiders and worms sliding from between our fingers as we close our eyes to stop the trauma as we sit in silence. I wonder though if the thought of Kimberley doesn't haunt her more than spiders and worms…

Finally she announces she has to leave early to get to Divination on time and we take separate ways in the entrance hall. I decide to read a little lying in the sun, I have the vague impression that these are the last days of sun we'll have for the year, so I'd rather enjoy Mr. Sun for the remaining time.

When the bell finally rings I realize I'll be late for Transfiguration, oh joy, and as if my life couldn't get worse I have the pictures of squirming worms and twitching spiders displaying in front of my eyes the minute I close my book.

Sunday 12th September 1993

The big day's here, yep the day has come the twin beasts are going to be brought back to Haggers, or Hagrid to make it more official eh. I'm in such a happy mood! Anything could happen, nothing can spoil the day I…ok maybe that could.

"Why are they unleashed?"

"They need some freedom!"

And we go again for another sprint almost breaking half of the beds. Finally she manages to catch them back and we hurry to bring them to Hagrid before having breakfast. On the way to his hut I suddenly remember Melaina skipping Care of Magical Creatures.

"You haven't heard it then?" She asks looking quizzically at me. "There has been an accident with the third years. Hagrid wanted to score big for his very first lesson last Thursday and showed them Hippogriffs."

"Hippogriffs? Who did he want to impress!" I exclaim, almost absolutely out of myself until I see Melaina's face and remember she sees them as beautiful and probably agrees with the speech about 'if you treat them with respect they won't hurt you' "They aren't seen as dangerous creatures, but still only for competent wizards!! And his students were what-?" I decide to add.

"Third years." She responds, "Hippogriffs aren't dangerous as you said, and for Creatures, Hagrid is competent enough! Well anyways, from what I've heard Draco Malfoy, you know Lucius Malfoy's son, you do know Lucius Malfoy don't you?"

"Well he's rather hot and rich yea…" Of course I know the sexiness with all his expensive stuff and big manor, duh!

My dear friend sighs and starts her explanation. "He's a pureblooded wizard, 'bit like my family, has an important place at the Ministry and loads of money as you said, but my dad tells me that he's not as good a wizard as his father used to be, I don't believe it though, because my father even says that from my two big brothers and just everyone in general, that 'with the generations, they have more and more lacking and less talent and principles' 'Started with the Potters, and their only son, married a mudblood, hah' that's what he keep saying to us." I can clearly see the hate written all over her face by thinking of her family.

"Yes but what does that have to do with Hippogriffs-" I could almost kill myself for being a stupid twat, but, being a stupid twat, I can't…if that makes sense. The problem is that I'm so careful with how words come over to others that sometimes I make big blunders. She doesn't seem to realize this though.

"Ow right, sorry. I heard that Malfoy insulted a Hippogriff and as a result he got attacked, very bad affair for Hagrid, for a week now my timetable hasn't shown the Care of Magical Creatures anymore, as if it's been cancelled." She takes her timetable out of a pocket to show me that the classes don't figure on it anymore indeed. I look at it for a moment before realizing something.

"So that's where he got his injured arm from…" I murmur thinking about how stupid the boy can be, surely his mother must've cheated on Lucius Malfoy…

We finally arrive at Hagrid's hut though and soon he welcomes us with a cup of tea and his usual rock cakes looking a little crestfallen though. We sat there for about five minutes when Melaine shot up from her seat.

"I forgot my essay for History of Magic, I'll never manage to finish it off and I'm already late to hand it in!! See you later!" Essay I've never heard of, but knowing Binns it doesn't surprise me, he must be feeling bored lately…

"Don't worry too much, Binns won't even notice, he's in another world after all." I grin as she closes the door and runs to the castle.

Soon I and Hagrid get into small talk, his face lights up once in a while, but sometimes he looks completely down. We finally talk for about two hours until a silence invades the room and I wish Melaina was here to bring back up some conversations, after all she's closer to Hagrid than I.

"Hagrid...Don't you have any classes to prepare? I hope I'm not bothering you." I try to start a conversation as subtly as possible.

"No, I...yeh aren't..." He answers with his deep voice not daring to look at me.

"How has the year been so far?" I ask softly, trying to sound casual.

"Ar...don' tell me yeh haven' heard abou' the accident with Buckbeak." I hear him sob slightly which brings up a pang of pity going straight to my heart.

"Buckbeak?"

"Buckbeak, yeah, Hippogriff." He does a move with his hand to show me the flying and make me understand.

"Ah, yes I've caught some things about that. Hagrid, everyone has accidents like that, certainly in classes like Care for Magical Creatures, it's traditional. You just didn't have luck it fell on your first class, but it could've been worse, no?" I lean forward trying to see his eyes, when I do though I regret my move as I see his tear-stained face.

"Malfoy, yeh know jus' wha' that means? He's got all school gov'nors at his feet!"

"Maybe, but don't we have Dumbledore?"

"Yeh sound like Lupin, he came along an hour or so before you arrived. Good boy tha' Lupin, remember when 'e was a schoolboy 'ere. Always quietly admired tha'. He used ter be prefect, jus' like you're now."

"Well, I'm not really a good prefect to say the least." I mumble before falling into silence again, right at that moment though the bell rings, indicating the start of lunch.

"You're coming for lunch?" I ask Hagrid hopefully, trying to bring him back to the world of Hogwarts and make sure he doesn't keep himself locked up all the time.

"Nah, I'll jus' 'ave dinner 'ere, 've got work ter finish off." I decide not to push it, after all it's still up to him to decide.

With that I leave the hut and go grab some food, the sky is already starting to darken with the shade of dust as I like to call it, soon it's going to rain and I have a premonition that we won't have bright sun for a long time…why did I ditch Divination again?

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