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Lydia and I sped through the First Floor halls in panic, dodging other students and ducking out of teachers reaches. We sprinted around a corner and came face to face with an empty corridor, which was open to three exits.
"Vanice!" Lydia screamed in fear. "I totally don't wanna die yet! I haven't even bought my dream closet!"
"There!" I shouted, pointing to a door at the end of the right hallway.
Running at full speed, we dove through the door and fell face first onto the cold ground, not realizing where we were.
"What if he finds u-"
"Be quiet!" I hissed, covering her mouth and dragging her under the sinks of the abandoned bathroom.
"Oooohhh, where are you, you sly soon-to-be-slimy seconds?" A voice called from above us, and we froze in fear.
Peeves was looking for us. More like hunting us. Weasley had somehow convinced him that Lydia and I wanted a prank off, and he was chasing us with a bucket of mud, frog mucus, bogies and slug slime.
"Peeves, go away!" A second voice said, sounding very much like a depressed whining moan.
"Myrtle! Miserable moaning Myrtle!" Peeved cried in joy. "Two un-slimed seconds ran in her- OY!"
We stopped three feet from the door, muttering under my breath. Lydia glared at me with dagger like eyes as I accidentally coughed again, silently cursing my cold.
"There you are!" Peeves laughed.
"Don't you have anything better to do than annoy girls, Peeves?" A squat ghost of a girl screeched at him, her face half hidden behind lank hair and thick pearly glasses.
"Go back to moping Myrtle." Peeves chuckled, taking out the bucket full of our downfall.
"Leave her alone, Peeves." Lydia snapped, taking a step closer to the door.
"Don't pretend you care!" Myrtle moaned. "You'll probably throw another book at me next-"
"We do care. We just want to-"
"Friends for Myrtle! For ugly pimply Myrtle!" Peeves interrupted, swaying the bucket around. "I've heard them say they want to be your friends!"
"Friends?" Myrtle asked, and Lydia and I saw the hope in her eyes before she even said it.
Holding back the look of disgust on my face, I grabbed Lydia's arm and opened the bathroom door.
"Myrtle, if you really want to be friends... you must know where the Bloody Baron is, right?" I asked, knowing Peeves would leave us alone if we bluffed.
The bucket full of disgusting slime and mud fell to the ground in a sudden movement, and Peeved began to nervously laugh.
"Bloody Baron- oh well look at the time, I have to bother Filch, well- goodbye!"
He flew through the door and left, leaving us cold and untouched by the frog mucus. Lydia and I gave a sigh of relief, closing our eyes and catching our breaths.
"Now we're friends, right?" Myrtle asked, floating around us.
I snapped my eyes open and looked at her, elbowing Lydia to do something.
"Uh..." Lydia began slowly. "We, like, have to go to the Common Room now... So we'll like, see you later."
She gave her a quick wave before yanking me out from the bathroom and running out of the corridor, making sure we stayed out of sight.
Her crying and moaning carried out through the Main Hall until the Grand Staircase, where Lydia and I began to pick up our pace, hoping she wouldn't be on our tail next. As we rushed back to the Dungeons, I felt a cold gush of air sweep by me and I shivered, stopping in the corridor and holding my arms.
"Again?" Lydia asked me, looking back. "You should just go and get that Pepperup potion."
"I'm fine." I told her, ignoring the whispers that began to float into my mind again.
"...open...kill..."
Behind us, footsteps began to get louder and closer and we turned around to see the boys skidding to a halt at the end of the hallway, scrambling to catch up to us.
"Vanice! Lydia!" Draco said, with Goyle and Crabbe right behind him.
"Peeves didn't get you?" Crabbe asked quite surprised.
"We couldn't keep up." Said Draco, giving me an apologetic smile.
"It's fine, we need to, like, take Vanice to Madame Pomfrey." Lydia said, crossing her arms annoyed. "I totally almost like, died."
"Why? What's wrong?" Draco asked in worry.
I smiled and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Nothing, I'm just sick again."
"That Pepperup potion will make smoke come out of your ears." I heard Goyle say, and I turned my head to face them.
"But it will help." Crabbe added.
Draco shook my shoulders in encouragement, and I sighed, knowing there was no way out if it.
"That's it." Draco said, and we walked to the Hospital Wing, Lydia still very paranoid about Peeves.
"What can I do for you, dears?" Madame Pomfrey asked, walking around helping other students.
"One Pepperup potion please." I told her.
I went and sat at a cot, watching the smoke come out of several students' ears, making me shift in nervousness.
"Right away." She said, running off to the supply cabinet.
Besides me, Lydia plopped down and began to play with my hair, giggling.
"You're going to look so funny." She said.
Madame Pomfrey came back quickly, placing a small glass filled with a bubbly red liquid which emitted a small puff of black smoke on the side table, then looked at us and smiled, walking away to help a Ravenclaw.
"Drink it, drink it." Crabbe and Goyle chanted, chuckling.
"Oh, be quiet you two." I sighed, taking the glass and bringing it to my lips.
It tasted nothing like pepper. It was spicy and hot, yet it didn't burn as much as I would have thought. As I swallowed the potion full, steam began to slowly drift out of my ears until I looked like the Hogwarts Express engine. Crabbe and Lydia began to laugh, while Goyle and Draco were trying their best to keep from chuckling.
One thing for sure, I felt the cold melt right away.
"I want a tart." I mumbled, pouting.
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October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end. The lake rose and you could see more water life in the Common Room, which made everyone much calmer and relaxed. Marcus Flint had told the Quidditch team that they were on break, not wanting to risk getting anyone sick. Draco was very happy, gladly spending the few days before Halloween helping Lydia and I dodge Myrtle and messing around with Ginny Weasley, who kept popping about in the dungeon corridors.
"Draco, have you noticed the Gryffindor's practicing more and more?" I asked him when we had scared Ginny Weasley off days later.
"We'll be fine." Draco assured, walking with me. "Ten times faster our brooms are, I tell you."
At the moment, we were heading to Transfiguration through the rain, which was about to start in ten minutes. We calmly walked to the Courtyard, using one umbrella and staying fairly close to each other as we passed the Hufflepuffs that were huddled together, whispering and laughing.
In the distance under the cover of the stone pillars, there was a glint of long blonde hair and two other figures, which were cowering in fear from the yelling that Lydia was making.
"-AND DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME I'M BEING TOO PROTECTIVE!" She screeched, then Draco and I skidded to a halt, seeing that her mirror was broken on the floor. "THAT MIRROR WAS LIKE A WINDOW, BUT IT WAS A MIRROR!"
Making sure we didn't make any noise with our wet shoes, I instinctively hid behind Draco and began to pick up the pieces, while he tried to calm her down. Her wet hair was shaking drops of water everywhere and Crabbe was shaking his head to the side feverishly while Goyle was staring at Lydia was wide eyes.
"Reflecto Repairo." I mumbled, pointing my wand at the shattered glass.
Immediately, the mirror restored itself and was fixed.
"Wicked." I said, then proudly stood up, holding it in the air in front of Lydia's face.
"Got it." I said, smiling as she took it in gratitude.
"Thank you!" She exclaimed, ignoring the boys who were slinking back into the classroom.
"...rip...tear...crush..."
I paused and sighed, holding the sides of my ears while continuing to walk, biting my bottom lip in the process.
"Again?" Draco asked, shaking off the umbrella.
"Yeah..." I mumbled.
"That's so weird..." Lydia said, wondering. "Maybe you have like two heads inside your brain..."
"Maybe she's too sick." Crabbe joked, rushing back into the classroom before anyone else could lash out at him.
I rolled my eyes and sat down in a desk, Draco taking his seat besides me and Lydia in front of us. All around the classroom were cages filled with owls, rats, toads and other animals. Professor McGonagall walked into the room, smiling at all the pets. As she stood in front of the class, a black raven was standing on a wooden stand, and she took out her wand.
"Now, I have taken the liberty of bringing all of your animals to today's class." She began, using her wand to open the cages, causing all of the owls and rats to scurry to their owners.
Tawn flew onto my books, ignoring Draco's barn owl, who was proudly showing off its wings. Lydia's black cat was stepping over Crabbe's books as he tried to move them aside. Crabbe and Goyle both had lizards, which were beginning to munch on their homework.
"Animals are a lot like their owners..." I mumbled.
"Now, we are going to turn them into goblets...like so," McGonagall said, pointing her wand at her raven. "One, two three, Vera Verto."
The bird slowly shifted into a crouched position, its feathers turning glossy sliver until it was a small silver goblet.
A murmur of excitement began and we went to work, laughing at all our triumphs but becoming worried at our mistakes, hoping our pets wouldn't be angry.
At the Halloween dinner that night, the rain was lashing at the ceiling, which was now inky black, but inside of the Great Hall was festive. It had been decorated with the usual live bats, vast pumpkins had been carved into lanterns large enough for three men to sit in, and there were rumors that Dumbledore had booked a troupe of dancing skeletons for the entertainment.
What was the most interesting part that night was actually after the feast. We were all going to our dormitories, loud, and happy when in the next moment, students were crashing into the passage from both ends.
"Keep moving!" Draco snapped, angry that he had bumped his nose.
We growled and pushed through the crowd, wanting to know what was happening. The chatter, the bustle, the noise died suddenly as we spotted the hanging cat. Potter, Weasley, and Granger stood alone, in the middle of the corridor, as silence fell among the mass of students pressing forward to see the grisly sight.
Something was shining on the wall ahead. We read slowly, squinting through the darkness. Foot-high words had been daubed on the wall between two windows, shimmering in the light cast by the flaming torches.
the chamber of secrets has been opened. enemies of the heir, beware
'The Chamber of Se- So that's what The Dark Lord meant, Slytherin's heir...is using someone foolish?... How clever.'
Then Draco shouted through the quiet.
"Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!"
I grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the crowd as he grinned at the sight of the hanging, immobile cat. Lydia and the boys followed, seeing the Professors begin to arrive.
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