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The week dragged on through classes, schoolwork, Quidditch games and practices and just dreading the detention that I had supposedly earned five days earlier. When eight o'clock rolled around on Saturday night, I left my friends and walked silently up to McGonagall's office, not excited about having to spend my night with Vondurri. I walked down the long, silent hallways, dread filling my body until I felt a familiar presence somewhere beside me.
"Hey, stranger!" Dalton called, skipping up next to me. I rolled my eyes and just kept walking, not wanting to tell him I had gotten detention. Even though I hadn't talked to him in over a month, I was still wary about telling people that I was the one that started the food fight. "Where are you going, Lestrange?"
"McGonagall's office," I muttered, not looking at him. He shoved me with his shoulder, obviously glad to be around me without James lurking nearby.
"Why?"
"You know that amazing food fight that happened like a week ago?" Dalton nodded and smirked, I could guess that he already knew that I had been in the middle of it. "Yeah, that was all me and Raine Vondurri."
"No way!" he exclaimed, a smile spreading all over his lips. "That was amazing, mate!"
"Thanks. Unfortunately, both Vondurri and I have detention together. The good thing is, I only have it for tonight, and she has it for the rest of the month." Dalton nodded and continued to walk beside me silently. It looked like he was going to follow me to McGonagall's office, and I wasn't too sure how I felt about that.
"I noticed you're playing Quidditch. You're a pretty good Keeper. I would've put you on Chaser though," he laughed, turning his dark brown eyes to my blue ones.
"Thanks. I think," I said uncertainly, my smile wavering a little bit. I had forgotten how much I had enjoyed his company in the months that we didn't spend together. "Anyway, don't you play?"
"Nah, I never was one for sports. I like reading and spending time on my schoolwork. My older sister loves sports though. She can't get enough of the outside." I nodded at this, but couldn't say anything. I didn't know enough about Tristan to say whether he liked sports or not. "What about you? I never took you for someone who liked sports much."
"Eh, I didn't much before this, but it's not that bad. I don't know whether my brother likes it or not, though," I shrugged, looking straight ahead and then smiling at Dalton.
"You have a- -"But he was cut off by a certain Vondurri making her way down the hall.
'Man, Lestrange, you sure do get around a lot, don't you?" she asked nastily, looping her arm around mine. I ripped mine away from hers and growled at her. "Not very nice, are we?"
"Whatever, Vondurri. Like you've ever given a damn before," I snarled.
"Language, Lestrange, language. I mean, I know that you were raised on the streets, but do you really have to act like it? Not all of us like that crude language."
"Shut up, Vondurri! I don't see you trying to perfect anything else, so why try to perfect me?!" She raised her eyebrows as though she was surprised to see me so angry.
"Well, let's see. Because everything else is perfect, you are just equivalent to the dirt underneath my fingernails," she sniffed, picking at her nails. I clenched my jaw, not daring to make a sound or a move, knowing that it would end very badly. "Aw, someone's learning to keep their temper in check. Pity. I would have liked to have a little bit of fun tonight. Oh, well."
"Goodbye, Dalton," I said through clenched teeth. I started to sing a song to keep my temper at bay. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I love you, but I gotta stay true. My moral's got me on my knees. I'm begging please, stop playing games."
"God, can you not sing?! My ears are bleeding already!" Vondurri complained with a look of disgust all over her stupid little face.
"Oh, you mean sing louder?" I opened my mouth wider and started to sing louder. "I don't know what this is, but you got me good. Just like you knew you would. I don't know what you do, but you do it well. I'm under your spell."
"Girls! You're late!" McGonagall said sharply. I hung my head and walked up to her. She pointed me to one side of the room and Vondurri to the other. "Your task tonight is to clean this entire office. I want it spotless and I want no bickering! You must do this together or suffer my consequences. Good luck!"
Acacia rolled her eyes and set to work. For being a woman, McGonagall's office was very messy. She started rubbing at the little trinkets with her sleeve, singing as she went to help pass the time. "You got me begging you for mercy, why won't you release me? You got me begging you for mercy, why won't you release me? I said release me!"
"Did you not understand me when I told you not to sing earlier? I don't enjoy hearing a dog howl at the moon while I work diligently!" Vondurri screeched from where she was sitting. I wheeled around to face her, anger biting its way through me.
"What did you call me?!" I hissed at her, advancing with long, angry strides.
"I believe that I called you a dog!" With that I smacked her hard across the face, leaving an angry red hand print on her pale face. I could see tears spring up in her eyes surprisingly. "What the bloody hell was that for?" she whispered with tears in her voice.
"If you ever call me a dog again then I would sleep with one eye open!" I turned back to my work, singing quietly underneath my breath. "Now you think that I will be something on the side. But you got to understand that I need a man who can take my hand. Yes I do." I smiled at her while I sang through clenched teeth.
She rolled her eyes and groaned, going back to her work. I sat at McGonagall's desk, trying to figure out what I could clean there. Vondurri moved from where she was working and moved over to a random alcove in the office. The doors opened and a large stone basin came out of nowhere. "What is that?" Vondurri asked shakily, stepping away from it.
"Gee, I think it's something to wash your face in!" I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes and walking closer to it.
"What are you doing? Something could pop out of there and kill you, Lestrange!"
"Are you worried about me, Vondurri?" I sneered as I walked closer to it. I peered in and felt my eyes widen. It was full of little white things dancing around in what looked like water.
"What? What is it? I knew it! Something is gonna jump out of there and then the both of us are gonna die! I can't die, Lestrange. I'm too young and I have so much life left to live and I just can't die!" Vondurri was basically crying now and it was all I could do not to mock her.
"Calm down, Vondurri. It's just little white things swirling around. Unless they're snakes and they're debating whether to jump out and suck your face off!" Vondurri screamed and I laughed mirthlessly, singing while I danced around the office. "I don't know what this is but you got me good, just like you knew you would. I don't know what you do but you do it well, I'm under your spell. You got me begging you for mercy, why won't you release me? You got me begging you for mercy, why won't you release me? I said you better release me."
"What is going on in here girls?" McGonagall asked harshly, walking into her office with a dark look on her face. "It looks wonderful in here! You two can go. Thank you! Same time next week, Vondurri!"
I nodded and walked out of the office singing quietly under my breath while Vondurri took another way out. "I'm begging you for mercy, just why won't you release me? I'm begging you for mercy, you got me begging, you got me begging, you got me begging. Mercy, why won't you release me? I'm begging you for mercy, why won't you release me? You got me begging you for mercy. I'm begging you for mercy, I'm begging you for mercy, I'm begging you for mercy, I'm begging you for mercy. Why won't you release me? You got me begging you for mercy, you got me begging down on my knees. I said you got me begging, begging you for mercy. You got me begging!"
I skipped the rest of the way to the Gryffindor common room, happy that my detention was over and I could go back to regular life. But something happened that made me stop, a brilliant plan that would get people to stop saying that I was like my mother.
