Well, it's been a while. I'm 5 weeks from completing my Uni degree, so once summer comes I'll try and get this finished (even if it is a year overdue).
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March -Prompt: "I didn't say it was your fault."
Theo blinked sleep out of his eyes as he buttered his toast. Stupid Malfoy had decided that the night before a Transfguration test would be the perfect time to have one of his nightmares. Muttering, screaming and thrashing about, he had successfully prevented Theo from any rest at all, though somehow Crabbe and Goyle had slept through, and Blaise had dosed himself up on a sleeping draught Theo was beginning to suspect he was addicted to.
Theo yawned hugely into his pumpkin juice, then glowered down the table as Malfoy dropped into a seat next to Tracy Davis. Bloody git, this was the second time this week too, though the other one had been on a Saturday night and so wasn't quite as annoying.
Theo frowned. Two nightmares in the same week that Weasley was poisoned. The only other time that had happened was right after the Hogsmeade trip. The one where the Gryffindor mudblood had been cursed. And, knowing Malfoy, there was only one reason he would be bothered by Gryffindor's suffering. But it seemed impossible that the pinch-faced git could have smuggled in a cursed necklace, or a virulent poison.
Still he did have connections…
He had, of course, overheard Malfoy's subtle boasting at the start of the year that he was involved in something big and important. Theo had assumed from the start that the Dark Lord had taken an interest in him, and no doubt had given him some trivial task like trying to get mudbloods expelled or something, with success being rewarded with the Dark Mark on his seventeenth birthday. But now Theo judged that whatever he had been told to do was far more important-and probably dangerous-than simple manipulations. And any good Slytherin hated putting themselves in unnecessary danger.
Blaise slumped into the seat next to him, dark circles showing under his eyes, despite his full night's sleep. Idiot, Theo thought, everyone knows that excessive use of Dreamless Sleep Draughts makes you more tired. He considered saying something of this nature to his housemate, but decided against it when Blaise fell face-first into his plate of sausages to the raucous amusement of a group of passing Hufflepuffs. After quickly transfiguring their socks into leeches, Theo prodded the snoring latino in the ribs and towed him along to Transfiguration.
The test had been rather simple overall, though Theo felt he could have better described the required spell alterations for acceleration of the transfiguration with a decent night's sleep. Behind him, Parkinson and Davis whinged about the inclusion of eye-colour changing charms that had been covered way back in January. Behind them, Blaise looked just about ready to collapse. He staggered along, head bowed as if it weighed a ton, barely avoiding collisions with the suits of armour that lined the corridors. He somehow made it through charms, though Theo had to prod him several times when he began to snore, and then watched with disgust as the tall, dark Slytherin passed out again over lunch.
Feeling somewhat tired himself, Theo crammed down a slice of Sheppard's Pie, then removed himself to the Library to finish his Charms homework during the free lesson. Halfway there, a clutzy first year Ravenclaw tripped and threw half a bottle of ink at him, and not ten seconds after vanishing the damage and sending the midget along with a good stinging hex to the backside, Peeves appeared from mid-air to dump a waste basket over his head. Cursing the poltergeist aloud, and wishing he'd had a chance to curse him physically too, Theo slung himself into one of the desks and set up his writing material. He had jotted down half a page on the common side-effects of selective memory charms, when someone bumped his chair causing him to jerk his quill through the entire paragraph. "You stupid clumsy bit-"
He stopped mid-hex as he found himself staring at Morag, her arms full of Arithmancy texts. "My apologies, your highness," she snapped stepping to the side of his wand-point.
"I didn't say it was your fault-"he started, but stopped at the look on her face. She glowered at him for a moment more, opened her mouth to say something, then changed her mind and turned and stormed away.
Theo debated going after her, but decided in the long run that it wasn't worth whatever hex she would throw at him while still upset. He would talk to her later once she had calmed down and forgiven him, as she always eventually did.