Hullo! New chappie!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Honestly, I feel like we shouldn't even say it anymore.

I mean, why would JK Rowling come down here to write fanfic? It would be called authorfic, anyway.

But wait, would it be fiction, because it really was her world and what she wrote would be canon and-

ADHD, what can you do, huh?

But about that authorfic stuff,

am I right or am I right?

Raise your hand if you're:

Soaking wet and/or have dozens of important pieces parchment soggy and wet and/or your ink is running out your shoulder bag.

You:

1) You probably have somebody to murder.

2) Your probably in front of the whole school, being embarrassed and being laughed at.

3) Quit trying to get off those horrid ink stains off your sweater, its the least of your worries.

4) This is your biggest worry: you are Ashley William Bermuda.

Lee was in bed, like the previous 3 days, she was snoring, also like the previous three days and in her lonely room, where her eyes were red and puffy, again like the previous three days, where she had nothing except a soft hooting and sound of glass being pecked could be heard from outside her window to accompany her.

Nice, soft hooting.

That seemed to get gradually louder within every passing minute.

Then she heard a faint, 'chip'.

"SHOOT!" Lee sprang up from bed to examine her window of any chipped or broken features. Alas, after panicking; indeed there was a giant crack that was hard to miss; and complaining about how she didn't have the kind of money to pay for it, she remembered that she was a wizard.

And that she had a really annoying owl outside her window that wouldn't bleeding shut up!

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" She glared at the owl who looked down frightfully down at her, she snatched the letter away from it's claws and shut the window in its face, before hearing another 'CRACK' come from the window and sighing.

Consecration was a key task in reading. Then again, so was keeping your eyes open. Lee sat with her letter from Professor Mcgonagall in her hand while trying but failing to sit up on her bed.

She was as good as hung over.

"Dear Miss Bermuda,

Blah blah... Missing classes... blah blah... detention... blah blah... 8 am at breakfast... blah-"

Hold up!

Blah?

Breakfast!? At 8 am!?

SHEETS OF PAPER, IT WAS 7:35!

'Mind over matter and you can do anything.' Lee chanted in her head as she ran as fast as she could through the castle down to the great hall, in her blouse, Gryffindor robes flying behind her, her shoulder bag bouncing up and down her bag, her no-ink-needed quill behind one ear and her wand behind the other and grey trousers, skirts made her sick.

Lets not bring up the hair.

While her legs threatened to give up, her mind willed her to go on and chant over and over again, 'Mind over matter.' Eventually blocking out the pain her muscles sent her brain.

While ignoring the wary and weird looks people were giving her.

Finally, she was in front of the Great Hall's oak doors, about to step in with a smile on her face when,

"Look who showed up." Mary McDonald sneered at her from her place at the Gryffindor table. Quite a few heads snapped back to look at her, few not recognizing her, other with smirks and sneers on their faces and Alice and Remus with hurt ones, while Black and Evans didn't even look her way, ignoring her.

Lee's smile faltered completely when all the events of those previous encounters with her fellow class mates came crashing down on her.

Quite literally.

She was drenched in water.

She looked up just in time to see the giant bucket dropping to the floor and she quickly shrieked and took a step further out the Great Hall, in oerder for the giant bucket not to turn her into a giant pancake.

Guess who whaled with laughter!

Everybody!

How lovely.

Arggh! Now her socks were squishy.

Her eyes searched the room for the person she was about to murder, when her eyes locked with Black's, he strode over and stood behind her.

Lee turned around, her back to the great hall.

Tears threatened to falls from her eyes, she could already feel her nose getting red and blotchy, she was so hurt it didn't matter if she was still holding a glaring contest with Black, or that Mcgonagall had given both of them detentions, her for missing classes and him for his prank and dried her off, not bothering to do so to the floors as well.

His prank that she felt so hurt from.

Mcgonagall was occupied with Filch screaming about the wet floor, Dumbledore wasn't even there to save her, people had stopped laughing at her and had gotten back at

That's why Nobody noticed when she unbuttoned her blouse's sleeve, that wouldn't budge yesterday, rolled her the sleeve of her blouse and robe away, to show that same butterfly tattoo that she did not bother to wash away, she took her now dry quill out from behind her ear and wrote one more thing on her arm,

'What have I ever done to you?'

She ignored the gaping looks he gave her, and not bothering to answer him when he kept frantically shouting her name.

Instead she ran out the great hall and out the castle.

It was about time to visit the giant squid, no?

Lee couldn't quite find any more damns to give about Black.

'And Black can't find me because he has classes to go to, and quite frankly, standards', Lee thought.

Lee, after contentiously trying to calm herself down and stiffle her sobs, decided that it would be better to just spare herself the judgement of passerby's of the Lake and castle corridors by hiding somewhere.

After a heated debate in her mind about going into the Forbidden Forest to just hide in there until an Ethercoil could come swooping out from the sky, grab her with her claws and fly her off to her nest to use Lee as food for it's babies.

Lunch rolled by eventually and Lee was under a tree, behind the Quidittch stands, taking a well deserved nap, after doodling Quidditch players in the distant pitch when she felt something hit her head.

"OMPH!"

A small, golden sphere with shiny, silver beating wings was fluttering near her head and repeatedly smacking the back of her head.

"Ow, ow, OW!" The pain seized when she grabbed the snitch and locked her hands over it. "Aha!" She quickly stuffed it in her bag and closed it, for it not to escape.

She then got off the grass she was lying on, grabbed her drawing supplies and marched over to the Quidittch pitch, ranting incoherent sentences under her breath.

"Aren't you a Gryffindor?"

Lee jumped, startled by the musing of Quidditch player #7, he had dark, buzzed hair, tan skin and hazel eyes, leaning on his broom,to her right.

"Yes?" She answered warily.

"Are you copying down our tactics?"

"What? NO!" She said offended.

"Then what've you got there?" He snatched the drawing Lee was working on and stared at it wide eyed.

"Woah."

"I'll take that back, thank you." Lee glared at him and grabbed it away from him.

"That's amazing! Did you draw this?" He beamed.

Lee blushed and smiled back,bashfully, "Yah..."

"Only missing one thing though," He pointed at himself "where am I?!" He put on a cheeky grin.

"I was just about to draw you-"

"Oh, I get it, best for last!" He joked.

"I haven't drawn any of the players yet."

Lee laughed. It felt strange to those 3 days of doing nothing but pitying herself, and soon they laughed and joked around together about silly little things not worth mentioning although when did, sprout up very colorful topics:

"Hufflepuff prude." She teased.

"Gryffindor pervert."

And realization dawned on her that they didn't even know eachother's names.

"So if you're a Quidittch player, how come I still don't know your name?" Lee asked him.

"I'm new on the team, they," He gestured to the people flying around the pitch on their brooms playing tag. "Call me Rookie- though my real name's Louis Duelist. 6th year Hufflepuff. I guess they're having so much fun they forgot that they're supposed to be training me. And that I'm supposed to be out looking for the snitch, haven't seen it, have you?"

"Ashley Bermuda, though my non-existent friends call me Lee. 5th year Gryffindor. And no," She bit her lip, lying smoothly, "I haven't got a clue to where the little bugger might've gone."

They shook hands.

"So, Lee, I take it your not a Death-eater?" He half joked.

Lee's face instantly darkened and she dropped Louis' hand. "Do you honestly believe Black and that big mouth of his! Argh! Even first years are wary of me now!"

"Sorry, Lee, rumors travel fast around these parts." He said in a mock southern accent and threw an invisible cowboy hat into the air.

They went back to laughing and joking around.

"Sensitive Hufflepuffs." He mock glared at her.

"Loud Gryffindors."

"Shouldn't practice be over by now?" Lee mused.

"Holey Honey Badger!" Louis shot up, grabbed his broom.

"Well, aren't we devious?"

"Sorry, Lee, I've detention with Sprout in a few, see you later!" He grinned apologetically and waved at her, making his way back to the castle.

She waved back at his retreating form and started gathering her things when she looked at the castle, dinner would've finished by now and there wouldn't be anymore classes for the day, she stared at her Quidditch pitch drawing, crumpled it into a ball and threw it as far as she could.

Which was only a mere few feet away.

"I'm such a loser, no surprise Black hates me." She sighed, ran her hand through her messy, blonde hair and suddenly out of nowhere, she heard a gasp and something hit the back of her head,

"Geez- who... did that?" She turned around, but there was nobody there, choosing to ignore the crumpled parchment on the floor, she turned back around to walk when she heard a swooshing sound.

She turned around again, but this time, the parchment was gone.

She blinked twice. "Am I high?" She turned around quickly and ran out the Quidittch pitch, not bothering to take note of the sniggering...

She winced and slowed down her pace, she hated exercise, that's why she called herself Lazy Lee.

It was catchy, an alliteration and only spelled with 5 letters.

Hands clasped around her knees, trying to catch her breath, Pettigrew bumped into her.

"Sorry- have you seen Padfoot?" He said. Did he not hate her for being a 'death eater'? Or was it just because he didn't bother paying attention to who got bullied?

"Who?" Lee wheezed.

"Sirius. Sirius Black." He said as if it were the obvious thing in the world.

"Nope, wouldn't wanna anyway."

"Thats weird, the map says-" But he trailed off when something in the distance caught her eye.

"Who-" Lee began to ask and turn around to face the other way, but was left gaping when Pettigrew clasped his hands on her shoulders, spun her into the other direction and said,

"Eh- I think I hear Evans calling you- from the distance- Er- maybe she wants to talk about girl stuff- and er... Bye!" He ran off.

"Weird boy." Then Lee laughed, "Who am I to judge?"

But then again, maybe she would judge, and be naughty and deviant.

But she didn't like doing work. And pulling pranks meant work. Maybe she could be deviant from a distance.

Like for now, she could be naughty by just drawing a troll eating Mary Mcdonald.

Very Deviant.

As always, pine-coning is most appreciated, loves.

xo-8tentacledcat