TriNymphs - Chapter Twenty-One - Die Because I'm Bored (Disclaimer on my profile)

"All of the teachers favour that damn Potter! He should have been caught out of bed last night and gotten kicked out! And before that, Madam Hooch left to take that wimpy Longbottom boy to the hospital wing. Potter was caught flying when she told us that if anyone did, they'd be immediately expelled. And what happens? He makes the damn Quidditch team! And he's even allowed a broom!" Draco was furious. His attempts to get the Boy Who Lived expelled had gone unsuccessful as of late. He had taken to ranting about him to Alex and Chelsea; Crabbe and Goyle were dull and Draco wasn't sure they understood a thing he said. And Lyssa was a Gryffindor, as far as he knew, she would take Potters side.

Though Chelsea had to admit the teachers had seemed to break a few rules for him, she still thought it was fair that he hadn't been expelled as it would have been because of Draco goading him, and not because he had really done anything. Alex was content to hate any Gryffindor, aside from Lyssa... usually... So she joined in with the Potter bashing. But from the amount Draco had started to complain about him, Chelsea was starting to think he was getting a little obsessed.

Even with the amplified school drama (what with Draco complaining and being better friends with Eve), the current year at Hogwarts still felt relatively easy so far; After their previous year at Hogwarts where each of them had been 'kidnapped' at one point. Even Chelsea, who had Quidditch practices on top of the normal coursework, wasn't feeling particularly strained.

Mind you, the Slytherin Quidditch team was pretty cocky and only felt the need to have practices once a week. As opposed to the Gryffindor team which, according to Katie, practiced three times a week. She also said that the captain, Oliver Wood, was a nut and would have had them practicing more then that if it weren't for classes getting in the way.

Alex was even doing well in her classes because she had so much free time. She was so bored she ended up actually doing her homework! Whenever she was alone with her sisters, she often mentioned wishing something interesting would happen that year. Before she died of boredom. When she wasn't talking about that she would bring up the topic of not being an actual Malfoy. Her sisters couldn't care less, they weren't attached to any of the Malfoy's except for Draco; and he could be a prick sometimes.

"Why don't you write him and see if he has anything that proves we're actually Malfoy's, if it bugs you so much?" Alex didn't like that idea, she was afraid that if she wrote him about it she would find out that she actually wasn't. So she stopped bringing the subject up.

When Halloween came they were all glad for the slight break in routine. They entered the Great Hall (separately of course; none of them had the slightest idea how they got through last year without being beaten up for being with members of the opposing house) and they saw live bats littering the sky and jack-o-lanterns with candles sputtering in their mouths.

And when, just after people had sat down and started to eat, Professor Quirrell ran into the hall to yell, "Troll! In the dungeons - thought you ought to know!" and faint. Chaos temporarily ensued; Alex sent up a quick prayer of thanks that something exciting was finally happening, and then joined the chaos. Students stood up, screaming and yelling, and tried to figure out what to do.

Many were about to leave and run over to their common rooms, but this posed a problem for the Slytherins as their common room was in the dungeon, where the troll was. The other houses didn't immediately leave for fear the troll had made its way upstairs. "What if it's in the entrance hall! I bet it is right now! It's going to come in here! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" squeaked one Ravenclaw first year whilst running around in circles.

Purple firecrackers erupted in the air above the teachers table; all the students shut up and looked over there. "Prefects, lead your houses back to the dormitories immediately!" Dumbledore said.

"Slytherins over here!" roared Nicolas Duecento, a sixth year Slytherin Prefect. As he was leading the students towards the doors the head boy, who was in Slytherin, was shepherding first years into the queue; before they were left behind.

"Let's go find the troll," Alex whispered to Chelsea. They had gotten separated from Eve, Holly, and their little brother, Draco. Alex saw this as the perfect chance to go and get some action.

"Are you crazy? We'll be pummelled!" Chelsea hissed back.

"No we won't! We've dealt with worse!"

"Such as!?"

"The damnable great spiders in the forest last year!"

"Oh really, because if memory serves, all you did was run away and scream at me to make a portal!"

"What d'you mean portal?" Draco leant forwards so his sisters could hear him. He had apparently been right behind them; they had thought they lost him in the chaos.

"It's a... umm... Slang term!" Alex thought quickly. "First years wouldn't understand it."

"And when were you two in the forest!" asked Draco, thinking a few comments back in the conversation.

"Are you trying to get us caught!? There's a prefect right there!" Chelsea nodded over to a prefect a few feet away from the siblings. Draco opened his mouth to say something back, but Chelsea cut him off, "Just shut up, we'll explain later." And with that the two sisters turned their back on him.

"I still think we should go," Alex whispered quieter. Chelsea did not deem the comment worthy of a response. The elbow she promptly hit her sister in the gut with had nothing to do with it. No, really.

They got to the common room to find a table set up for the Slytherins to finish their meal buffet style.

Over the next few weeks Alex kept trying to corner Chelsea and talk about why someone would let a troll into Hogwarts. She was quite looking forward to the opportunity to do something other then school work. Unfortunately, there was no one she could get to help her investigate. She kept bugging Chelsea about it as her sisters were the only ones she could use any nymph spells around, and she figured Lyssa was a lost cause.

One of the many times she had pulled Chelsea into a deserted room to continued arguing, Eve happened to walk in. "Do you mean the troll that got in at Halloween?" she asked.

"Alex has some insane idea that there's a huge mystery, or conspiracy behind it. She wants to investigate." Chelsea explained, exasperated.

"Which teacher got it?" asked Alex, looking for a lead. If anyone knew, it would be Eve.

"Oh, didn't you hear what happened?" Whenever Eve asked to expel a piece of information, she generally started with the words, 'didn't you hear'. This time was no different. "Harry Potter and some of his friends found it. They knocked it out before any of the teachers got to it."

Alex was outraged; she turned on her sister, "You said that a student wouldn't be able to stop it! Last time I listen to you!" she scowled.

Eve continued, "One of them, something-Granger, went looking for it. She's apparently a top student and a book worm so she thought she could handle the troll herself. Harry Potter and his friend Ron Weasley, the youngest Weasley at Hogwarts, went looking for her. They found her in the girls' bathroom, locked in with the troll. Potter stuck his wand up its nose and Weasley levitated his club. He let the club go and it landed on the trolls head."

Alex was seething mad at her sister. She vowed to never again talk to her. But when they walked out of the room and Eve went down another corridor, out of their earshot, Alex forgot about that as soon as Chelsea hissed, "For Gods sake, next time you go blabbing on about something that could get us expelled check if there is someone else within earshot!"

To which Alex responded, "Screw you!" and stormed down a different hall.