Hey everyone! So i'm sooooooo sorry I haven't updated in awhile. But senior yr is just starting and with work on top of all this homework they're giving me, i think i'll just go crazy! but yesss, chapter 3 is here. Sorry its horrible, Im in a real slum lately. The next chapter will be more interesting I promise! Just stick with me and you'll be rewarded!

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Bugger.

Bugger.

Bugger.

F--- my life.

Abby, Sophie, and I all followed McGonagall to her office, I covered in chocolate pudding still and they shooting dangerous glares at one another. If looks could kill...

I always did like McGonagall. Strict, but fair, that woman was. Honestly, sometimes I wish I was in Gryffindor just so I can have her as a Head. Sometimes.

"I am highly disappointed in your actions, young ladies."

Abby opened her mouth to say something but McGonagall cut her off with THE LOOK.

You know, the look that says try-and-mess-with-me-and-you'll-pay look. Pretty scary, if you ask me.

"I expect all three of you in my office, Monday night. 8:00 sharp and don't even try and be late." We all nodded, though why I'm getting detention is a big mystery. Oh well, I'm sure I did something before hand that needed to be punished, mind as well serve it now.

"Ms. Ray, Ms. Mills, you are free to go. I need to have a private moment with Ms. Myers." Sophie and Abby stood up, and threw dark looks at me. I glared back. If only they could hear the thoughts in my head about them right now, ugh. But then maybe not, otherwise McGonagall would give me another detention. Shit.

Once both girls left, and the door was shut, McGonagall sighed.

"Ms. Myers, I was just talking to Professor Watts earlier today," shittttt, "and he was telling me that your grade in the class is lacking considerably."

Yeah, did he tell you that he's also a git?

Told you I hate the man.

"Is there anything going on lately that is affecting your studies?" See, told you I liked her. Always thinks of her students, that one.

I shrugged. "I just don't understand the stuff. I'm horrible when it comes to dueling and when it comes to theory, it just doesn't stick in my head." McGonagall nodded understandly.

"Yes, well Defense Against the Dark Arts is a difficult subject, but vital to both your education and the outside world." She glanced at the Daily Prophet that lay on top of some graded essays. The headline, in big bold letters, ANOTHER ATTACK IN LONDON. I squirmed in my seat uncomfortably.

It seemed that there were more and more attacks happening. Most of the students at Hogwarts really didn't pay attention-I was one of the few who read the Daily Prophet every morning, cover to cover. Some of the things in there could make your hair curl.

Turning her attention back to me, McGonagall spoke, "I have a few students in my house that maybe be willing to help you in the subject."

"Like a tutor?"

"Exactly." Ehhh, tutors. Better not be that Evans. That's one uptight chick.

"I'll talk to my students to see whose available and the one I pick will meet you in the library, 7:00." My hopes went up. Maybe I can get out of-

"That's plenty of time to meet and set up a schedule before my detention."

Damn.

"Thank you, Professor." McGonagall turned her attention towards the stack of Transfiguration essays in front of her. Read mine! It's pretty good, if I say so.

"And Ms. Myers, do try and not get pudding on my floors."

Monday came. Classes went okay except for dreaded Defense (don't even want to go there). Dinner came and gone and I soon had to make my way up to the library. John walked me up there before his broom closet date.

"Alright, dumbo. Guess there's is my que to go." We were just outside the library entrance. John hates the library. Says its a place that drains your soul, whatever that means.

"Thanks, John."

Hardly anybody was in the library, most still at dinner.

Sighing, I threw my school bag on a table in the back, hidden by bookshelves from Madame Pince.

Crabby woman that one is. John and I use to wonder if perhaps a good hard shag would loosen up the woman. We still argue about that to this day whenever we see her.

John, my best friend. We are perhaps the only friendship that proves to others that both boys and girls can be friends without dating. Not once did I have a crush on John; he's was too much of a brother and liking your brother in that way is just plain weird. And vice versa. John says I'm too much of a tomboy to date (nicer words for butt ugly).

I guess I am ugly. I never really think about it. My hair is long and really curly, like mega curly but I always have it up. My eyes are brown but not a pretty brown, like mud brown. Disgusting, I know. The only thing I like about my appearance is the freckles sprinkled across my cheeks and nose. John says they add spunk to my appearance. Guess he's right. Most girls glob on tons of make up to cover theirs up; I like flaunting mine to show everyone I'm different, not some prissy.

I checked my watch. Ten after.

This person better hurry up, I better not be late for detention.

Bored, I searched my bag for a piece of spare parchment.

Ah ha! Found one. Folding it into an airplane, I used my wand to charm the airplane to fly around. I was having so much fun, making sound effects to go along. At one point, I made the plane crash into the table, making the appropiate sound effects, and with a flick of my wand made the paper burst into flames.

"Ha, sucker." A laugh behind me made me turn around and see Remus Lupin stand hidden behind the shelves.

"Were you standing their the whole time?" I asked kind of rudely. I seriously lack skills in the social department.

He looked at me sheepishly and nodded. Remus moved from behind the shelves and took the seat across from me.

"Nifty charm. You'll have to show me that."

I shrugged. "It's quite easy really." He nodded.

Awkward silence.

....

"So I guess McGonagall thinks you are capable of helping me learn Defense Against the Dark Arts". Well, duhhhh, Dylan.

"Guess so."

My eyebrow arched. "Think you're up for the challenge?"

Remus laughed. "You can't be harder to teach you then it was Peter or Sirius."

I guess my expression went from happy to dark at the sound of Sirius name, because Remus backed up a bit.

"Sorry, I heard about the pudding accident." Heard about it?

"Heard about it?"

Yeah...I have this thing where I think stuff in my head and then say the exact same thing outloud. Weird, huh?

"Oh, yeah...um, I was spending the weekend at home. Mum's sick and all," Remus mumbled, looking down at the table.

Aw, poor boy.

"Is she sick often?" I asked kindly and wondering to myself what kind of illness she had-I wasn't stupid enough to ask that question.

He looked extremely uncomfortable and looked away. Damn it. Wrong question to ask.

"Uhhh, so I guess we should just set up some kind of schedule, huh?" I changed the subject hastely. God, I am so stupid sometimes!

"Sure." A small smile spread on his face.

We worked out the times that were best for us and talked a little more about our classes. It was great until I remember my detention.

"Holy crap it's five till!" I exclaimed after glancing at the time on Remus' watch. "I'm sorry I have to go," I yelled to Remus, who was looking at me strangely. Great, probably thinks I'm, weird.

"See you later!"

"Uh, bye?" By then though, I was out, running towards detention with two people that I really didn't want to be around.

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