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Chapter Three - First Day

I woke up to my internal alarm clock.

Usually, I wake up around 7 o'clock am. It was a habit that had grown on me, and now I was basically programmed to wake up early. I didn't mind, either; the morning was my favorite time of day. I enjoyed watching the sun rise, the sky changing color and the shadows on the clouds disappearing. It was enlightening and beautiful, a sight that people truly should pay more attention to.

And there was so much you could accomplish in the morning.

I stretched my legs, the satisfactory popping of my knees bringing relief to my stiff limbs. I threw my blankets off of me and instantly the chilly draft brought goosebumps to my skin. I shivered slightly as I stepped down and I bent over my trunk, silently unlocking it and retrieving my first uniform of the year with my Captain badge. I stripped out of my pajamas in the dark and hurriedly put on my clothes, saving my tie and badge for the bathroom.

The bathroom was nearly empty, with the exception of a second year girl using the loo and a fifth year brushing her hair, already dressed. Breakfast was on the table by 7:30, but nobody really went down to the Great Hall until at least 7:45. Having ten or twenty minutes on all of the other girls was wonderful.

I placed my pouch of toiletries on the sink and slipped my brush out of the clear, plastic bag. I ran it through my hair, wincing every time I hit a snarl. Then I neatly tucked in my collared shirt and fixed my black and green tie.

Proudly pinning my Quidditch Captain badge on my chest, I let it boldly stand out. It was a beautiful Slytherin shade of green, and a silver C gleamed in the center of the patch.

Picking out some earrings from a small jewelry box, I put on some silver earring - the ones that my nana had given to me for my tenth birthday. I examined myself in the mirror, eventually approving my outfit and then proceeding to apply some make-up. When I finished, I packed up my bag and left the Slytherin girls' bathroom, returning my things to my trunk and shoving it under my bed.

I grabbed a spiral-bound notebook and pen from the front pocket of my trunk, putting in under my arm and then walking out of the dorm without another sound.

Walking quietly down the corridor towards the breakfast hall, I caught a glimpse of Mrs. Norris' ginger tail and then Argus Filch, limping and scowling angrily at me, like usual. He wasn't kind to anyone with any type of magical blood, holding a grudge against wizards forever just because he had the unfortunate chance of being born a Squib.

I stuck up my nose, strolling right by him without a second look and turning into the Great Hall. The breakfast hall wasn't crowded. A few Ravenclaws were seated at their table, discussing their classes for the day excitedly.

The Slytherin table was barely touched, as most of them travel together in packs. They usually showed up around 8 o'clock, when everyone was finally up and ready. I sat down by myself and reached for some corn flakes, pouring some milk onto the dry cereal. I also prepared myself a cup of coffee, drinking it black and bitter, like usual.

It took me a while to finish my breakfast. While I was eating, I studied my notebook. It was full of Quidditch strategies and ideas for our team this year, and I wasn't going to stop working with it until we had the best team Hogwarts had ever seen. We were going to eradicate the other teams, but particularly the Gryffindor team. With Albus as our Seeker, we already had the best Seeker at Hogwarts period.

Ever since my second year, when I joined to Slytherin team, it had become my life goal to lead the Slytherin team to victory.

My tongue ran along the inside of my lower lip as I focused on the paper in front of me. Slowly, the tables started to fill up around me, the talking getting louder and louder until I finally shut my notebook and sighed. I noticed Veronique and Georgiana for the first time; they were sitting next to me, giggling while they watched Merrick Roland from a distance. He was an incredibly handsome and talented beater, and I was crossing my fingers, desperately hoping he would try out for the team again.

"Hey Flint."

I turned around, surprised to find Potter right behind me. His brown hair was tousled and his eyes were glinting as if he knew something I didn't. That git!

"Potter!" I nearly squealed. "Were you looking over my shoulder?"

"Maybe," he said, raising an eyebrow as if he was challenging me. "Why don't you just give up already? You know we're going to crush you this year."

I laughed without amusement, clutching my precious notebook to my chest. "Ha, well I hardly doubt that! I have something you don't."

"Oh? And whats that?"

I raised from my seat. "Wits! I'm not brain-dead like some people."

He glowered at me, catching the implied sub-message. "Well, at least I know how to play fair. Slytherins always cheat!"

Okay, that was a low blow.

"Are you calling me a cheater, Potter?" I growled, my voice lowering and getting the attention of the surrounding students. Some of them rolled their eyes at our bickering, but others continued to watch with smirks on their faces, wondering whether or not this was going to go physical.

"Yeah, I am!"

"At least I'm not an arrogant prick! You always want the spotlight to be on you!" Then I shoved him. Hard.

His nostrils flared and his eyes flashed. He was about to retort when McGonagall butted in. "Oi! The two of you! Do you both want detention on the first day of school?"

I clenched my jaw and James didn't break his gaze from me. "No, Professor," he answered, his voice loosing its angry edge. What a softy.

"Then knock it off!" she ordered sternly.

I turned on my heel without another glance, stalking out of the Great Hall with an air of disdain. What a fucking wonderful way to start off the year! I hurried down the stone corridor towards the dungeons to retrieve my school books when I bumped into someone.

"Watch where you're going! You- oh. Its you!"The exclamation came out small and weak, and even I cringed at the pathetic tone.

Matthias looked down at me, disappointment gleaming in his hard eyes. "Rosalie! Watch where you're going."

I nodded. "Of course. I'm sorry."

Thankfully, he didn't do anything else. He only asked me, "Still fooling around with that rubbish?" He pointed at the notebook in my hand.

I didn't reply.

Blake was standing next to Matthias looking absurdly uninterested. But then he looked at me, and I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes for the rest of the day.

My first class of the year was Herbology with Professor Longbottom. I wasn't exactly fond of him, therefore I despised the class. Then I had History of Magic with Professor Binns; the two classes were 1.5 hours long and had a 30 minute break in between. During lunch, I made sure I went through all of my Quidditch notes again. Following lunch there was Divination with Trelawney and finally Potions with Slughorn.

Professor Slughorn always had an exam on the first day of classes to determine who he would invite to join the Slug Club. I had been in his little club since fourth year, but that exam gets old after the first time. I had a hard time sitting still during Potions.

By the end of the day, I was piled up with homework, totally wiped out, and feeling absolutely feral. The argument I'd had with Potter that morning seriously took a toll on me, winding me up and causing me to have a terrible mood for the rest of the day. Besides my wicked sarcasm and comments, I'd been bullying Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs terribly, more worse that usual.

I dutifully took my place next to Matthias at 5 o'clock at the Slytherin table. They were serving all types of good food and I crammed a ton of it onto my plate, practically famished.

"Hungry?" Georgiana nearly sneered, looking at my plate from across the table. She glanced at Veronique and Blake for some sort of back-up, which she didn't get.

"Georgiana, I'm in a really bad mood. I will fuck you up." I gave her my worst glare, relieving some of my bottled up anger.

She was suddenly quiet, looking down at her nearly empty plate. Half of me thought 'coward' and the other half sneered 'good girl'. Georgiana never actually started fights with me, because she always lost.

My inner bitch was coming out. Every time someone spoke, I wanted to scream 'shut up!'. My head was pounding like a hammer against an anvil, and I felt vicious and uncontrollable.

Finally I dismissed myself. "I'll see you in the common room tonight, Matthias. I need to speak with the Headmistress." I left out why I was speaking with McGonagall; it was about Quidditch try-outs. I needed a solid date before the other captains. I liked having the upper hand.

He nodded. "Alright babe."

Babe. I hated it when he called me that.

And I hated James Potter. My anger was bubbling over the top as I grumbled my way to McGonagall's study. I hated how one argument with him could mess up my entire day. No one should have such control over my emotions! Yet here I was, fuming, feeling as if I wanted to strangle baby kittens.