Year One - Chapter 4.
I woke up to the faint sound of someone flipping through the pages of a book, I got up and saw that it was Hermione, the other girls were still asleep.
—Good morning, Hermione. —I said as I stretched comfortably and started looking for my things to go to bathe.
—Hey… —She said without looking up from the book, I even doubt that she realized who was talking to her.
—I'm going to take a quick bath. Will you wait for me to go and have breakfast together?
—Sure. —And she continued reading without looking at me, I swear that the Dark Lord would be speaking to her and she wouldn't even notice.
I took my things and went to the bathroom, it was still early so there weren't many girls inside. I hated bathing in the morning because it made me feel more tired than I already was. Most of the time I always kept thinking about a thousand things while I was under the running water, so it always took me at least 30 minutes to finish, but now I was so tired that I finished in half the time.
When I returned to the room, the girls were still sleeping and Hermione was still reading the same book.
—I'm ready. Shall we go now? —But it seemed that I was speaking to the wall, she didn't take her eyes off the book and now I don't know if for some reason she got upset me in these minutes and decided to ignore me.
I went to her bed and put my hand on the page where she was reading, now she turned to see me.
—Oh, hi Eileen, do you need something? —I chuckled. Was this some kind of a joke?
—Do I…? I told you I was going to take a shower and then go to have breakfast together. Weren't you paying attention? You even answered me!
—Oh, did I? Sorry, I was extremely focused on this book.
—Merlin, a troll could pass in front of you and you wouldn't even notice it. Come on, let's have breakfast, I'm starving.
I remembered more or less the way from the tower to the Great Hall, but still, I think I would have gotten lost, luckily I had Hermione who had already learned the way by heart.
—By the way, Eileen, when we went to sleep last night, I noticed that you weren't with us. Where did you go? You weren't getting into trouble the first day, were you?
—I would've like to, but no, my father wanted to talk to me. To be honest, if Percy hadn't waited for me, chances are I wouldn't have made it to the Tower. This place is even bigger than I imagined.
When we finally arrived at the hall, I saw that Harry and Ron were already eating and we went to sit next to them.
—Hello guys.
—Oh, hullo, Leen. —Ron said.
And then the conversation ended, I don't know if they weren't so excited about being up so early in the morning or if they just weren't very happy to be with us.
When most of the students were already having breakfast, thousands of owls flew in with letters addressed to their owners.
I was a little surprised to see that one of the owls stood in front of me with a letter from Aunt Cissy and a small bag of candy. I put the sweets in my robe and quickly opened the letter.
Dear Eileen.
Congratulations on finally being at Hogwarts, your uncle and I are very happy. We also miss you very much.
I'm not going to deny that we both expected you to be in Slytherin and, we would prefer that you were one, but we are not disappointed.
I'm going to tell you a little secret, as you know, your mother was in Slytherin, but her first day was hard for her, she thought she was going to be in Gryffindor like the rest of her family, but if she had been a Gryffindor, she probably wouldn't have been friends with us and your father, therefore you wouldn't be here now, what I'm trying to say is, there's a reason why you are in that house.
We hope you have a good first year and enjoy the sweets I sent you, I know they are your favourites but remember to eat them in moderation.
Send our regards to your father.
Narcissa Malfoy.
—So it's true that you are related to the Malfoys? —Ron asked, sitting next to me reading my letter.
—Ron! Do you not know what private means?
He just shrugged, trying to downplay the matter, but still kept looking at me while waiting for an answer.
—I had already explained it on the train… They are not my aunt and uncle, we are not related in any way, but they have been taking care of me since I was a baby because my father couldn't bring me to school and take care of me, so I consider them as my family.
—So, if your father couldn't take care of you, what about your mother? Why couldn't she?
That question made me feel in a sombre mood, I went from sitting correctly as I had been taught to being completely hunched over, and with my eyes lost on my cereal plate.
—I'd rather not talk about that.
To my surprise, Ron understood that and stopped asking questions about my family.
When we finished having breakfast, Hermione and I returned to the common room to go get our things, but we were surprised to see that there were a lot of guys standing in front of the entrance.
—What's going on?
—No one remembers the password and we cannot enter. —Answered one of the girls, Lavanda, Lavender, or something, I wasn't paying attention when she got sorted.
Hermione rolled her eyes and walked through the crowd until she was in front of the Fat Lady.
—You will have to improve your memory if you want to pass the exams. Caput Draconis!
The portrait opened, giving way to the common room and we went up as fast as we could to our room to grab our things.
—What classes do we have today?
—Don't you have your schedule?
—No, I think I forgot it the hall.
Hermione rolled her eyes again and let me see her schedule to find out which books to put in my bag, mental note: copy Hermione's schedule.
—What do we have now?
—Herbology.
We walked calmly towards the gardens where the greenhouses are located, we realized that it was still about 15 minutes before the class started, so we didn't have to rush.
The class was not as bad as I thought, Professor Sprout was a short woman and somewhat chubby, in addition to being really nice and I did not find the subject difficult. If it continues like this, maybe I will just need to read my notes before the exams.
The next class was History of Magic, the most boring class in the world. Professor Binns is a ghost, which made me feel excited for 1.5 seconds, but all he does is talk and talk non-stop in the most monotonous way possible, seriously how come no one has died of boredom until now? If all the topics are as boring as him, I'll probably be the first one to die.
Since we were late to class, Ron and I sat in the back of the room and I inevitably fell asleep after 15 minutes of the class had passed, surprisingly I woke up a little before the end of the class bell rang.
The only good thing was that after that class, it was lunchtime, so we went as fast as possible to the Great Hall, and Ron and I started eating like there was no tomorrow, hell the manners the Malfoys taught me.
—Ugh, do you have to eat like animals?
—Sorry, Hermione, I'm really hungry. —I said as I was getting my second plate of potatoes.
—It's only been a few hours since the last time we ate. How can you be so hungry?
I just lifted my shoulders as I shoved a spoonful of mashed potatoes into my mouth.
I was very happy serving my third plate of food when I felt two hands on each of my shoulders and saw Fred and George each sitting next to me.
—Well, it seems like we'll have to be here earlier if we want to get some food. —Said Fred.
—Sorry guys.
—Well, Miss Snape, how was your first day?
—Ugh, History of Magic is horrible, I thought I would die of boredom and also come out of that class like a ghost. How is it possible that no one has died yet?
Fred chuckled and I grabbed my fourth plate of food, if I keep it up, at the end of the week I will end up rolling into all my classes.
—Hey Eileen, we want to give Professor Quirrell a small welcome back gift. Would you like to join us?
—Of course, what do you plan to do?
—Oh, we will only put a few dung bombs in his office.
—Eileen! You will be in a lot of trouble if you get caught!
—Oh, come on Hermione, live a little bit, besides, you said so yourself, if we get caught.
And with that, I got up from my place and started to follow Fred and George, when we left the hall, I looked back and I could see how my father was looking at me
Are we likely to get caught? Probably.
Is it likely that my father will kill me? Absolutely.
