Chapter 5: Say it louder next time!

I literally dragged my feet to potions, I would rather endure another class of defense against the dark arts then potions, potions is one of my worst subjects. I was slightly happier to see Christina, Evan and Terry sitting at a table, the empty spot obviously saved for me. Also, there was a table made up of four Slytherins, Theo was there, along with Blaise Zambini, Pansy Parkinson and much to my displeasure, Draco Malfoy was also there. The golden trio soon waltzed in, Hermione giving me a nod, then taking her seat next to Ron. There were odd cauldrons at each table, each with a different looking substance. The one at our table was really gross looking and it has a putrid smell. Slughorn walked in and automatically begins shooting out questions and as usual, perfect little Hermione knew the answer to every one. I looked over at the Slytherin table, almost laughing when I saw Malfoy doing an almost accurate imitation of Hermione. Once the class got going and we were given our assignments (to make the draught of the living dead), my friends and I began to carry on an almost inaudible conversation, one of the perks of being a Ravenclaw is that people rarely listened in on our conversations because they thought they would be about something school related.

"So what is so interesting at the Slytherin table, Sash?" Christina asked, smirking.

"Nothing, what do you mean?"

"Oh come on, every chance you got, you were glancing over there."

"Was not." I answered, feeling my face redden, a tell tale sign that I was either embarrassed or lying.

"You fancy one of them, don't you?" Christina hissed, almost knocking the items off her scales in excitement.

"No I don't!"

"Oh yes you do, I can tell! Which one is it? Is it Zambini? He's quite the looker ain't he? If he wasn't a Slytherin, I'd definitely tap that!" Christina asked.

"No it's not Zambini!"

"Oh please don't tell me it's Malfoy!"

"It's not Malfoy either!" I answered through gritted teeth.

"Oh my god, YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON NOTT DON'T YOU?" Christina shrieked, covering her mouth soon after she realized she'd yelled it out. Everyone in the potions room turned to look at our table, I was given weird looks from the golden trio and the Slytherin table burst into laughter, Theo shooting me a look that was either sympathetic or pissed off.

"Could you say it a little louder next time? I don't think they heard you in London!" I hissed, jabbing Christina in the ribs with my elbow.

"Sorry Sash, didn't mean to get so excited." She apologized, giving me her puppy face.

"Fuck, you know I can't say no to the puppy face!"

"Aw I love you too!" She answered, hugging me. That's the one thing I hate about Christina, I can NEVER stay mad at her.

"So what's this about you fancying Nott?" Terry asked.

"Yeah, what happened to Justin?" Evan asked.

"Evan, do you want me to shove this root up your ass?"

Evan just shut up, knowing from experience not to test my temper.

"So, did you guys hear about the party in the dungeons this weekend?" Terry asked, changing the subject.

"No! Spill!" Christina asked, getting excited again.

"The Slytherins are hosting a "Welcome Back" party and there'll be lotsa booze, so I think we should go!"

"Hello Terry, are you off your rocker? It's a Slytherin party!" I said, putting emphasis on the Slytherin.

"Yeah so? We just go a bit later in the evening! They'll all be tanked anyways, oh come on you guys it'll be fun! Plus you know that those parties never remain House Exclusive!" Terry answered.

"Hell, you had me at booze, I'm in!" Evan said.

"Yeah me too! Maybe I can hook up with Zambini since Sash isn't after him!" Christina said.

"Well Sash? Come on, you know Padma will want to go, it won't be the same without you!" Terry said.

"Ok fine, but if this gets me into any more trouble then I'm already in, you're dead Terry!"

"Since when do you care about getting into trouble?"

"True enough." I answered, handing in my potion sample to Professor Slughorn.

The rest of the week went by terribly slowly and I wasn't exactly keen on the idea of Quidditch tryouts this early on a Saturday. The Quidditch pitch had a fair amount of Ravenclaws present ranging from third years to seventh years. All of my friends were on the side cheering, except for Terry and Padma. By the end of the Chaser trials, I'd had Terry, a fourth year named Lily and a fifth year named William. Padma was obviously my fellow beater, we shared a brain when it came to Quidditch and also those third years that tried out ran off in the other direction when they saw the Bludger coming at them. My new keeper was a seventh year named Curtis. Why he'd never tried out for Quidditch, I'll never know, the boy was brilliant and it was obvious that our seeker was still Cho. I've never been close with that girl, but she's one hell of a Quidditch player, only an idiot would've chose someone else. By the time all the tryouts were finished, it was almost 5. We all went in to shower down and grab some dinner before we would begin to get ready for the Slytherin party.