Rightio, thank you so much if you have read this far. This chapter is the last chapter of the introduction, everything from here will go faster. This chapter may seem a bit choppy, but I felt the need to have a bit of description for most of subjects and some of the characters.
Hannah's next class was transfiguration with Professor Mcgonagall. The class was filled with reminiscent Hufflepuffs, after their recent loss of their classmate, Cedric Diggory, and unenthusiastic Slytherins. Mcgonagall thought she would brighten the mood of the classroom by teaching the Avis charm, which was used to conjure birds. Hannah didn't bother participating in the class, but instead just sat at the back watching everyone else. The classroom had a reasonably pleasant atmosphere, while birds were gracefully fluttering around, and playing with the students. All until the birds decided to defecate everywhere, although the students did find this somewhat amusing, it left Mcgonagall in a slightly foul mood. As the bell rang, the class left the room as fast as possible, to escape the wraith of the angered professor. How cowardly, thought Hannah. To treat one who is already in a bad mood, as if they're some repulsive, screaming mandrake, wasn't necessarily going to enlighten their mood whatsoever. Hannah stayed behind, not because she wanted to be friendly, but simply because she didn't want someone else to be unhappy, purely out of the actions of others. Hannah drifted her hand across the classroom from where she was standing, as the splattered feces absorbed into nothingness. Satisfied with the result, Hannah left the room to head off for break.
Hannah walked down to the kitchens, to take some raw meat back to the common room for her kitten, Spero. She arrived at the common room, holding a piece of raw beef, to find Spero, sprawled out on a couch farthest from any of the students in the room. Spero's head piped up, as the smell of beef touched his nose. The kitten stood up and stretched, then walked over to where Hannah was standing, at the entrance of the common room. Amused, Hannah picked up the kitten, placed it on her shoulder, and then entered the girls' dormitory, where she fed her kitten, laid in bed, then opened up her Book of Spells, Grade 7.
Hannah's next subject was double Herbology, where they learnt to extract the venom from Venomous Tentacula leaves. They learnt that the Tentacula venom acts like a poison if consumed, and turns the drinker purple and makes their insides burn. Despite the warning, this didn't stop a Slytherin boy, Cassius Warrington, from biting a leaf for attention, and ending himself up in the hospital wing. This made most of the Slytherins laugh at his misfortune, and the Ravenclaws groan in disgust of his ignorance. Hannah and Adrian Pucey were the only Slytherins who didn't find this act amusing, although neither seemed to be phased by his actions at all.
For lunch, Hannah went back to the dormitory to read more in her Standard Book of Spells, to catch up on most of the spells which have already been taught to most 7th years. As Hannah was reading about a spell to reveal human presence, Homenum Revelio, she felt a breath of air hit the side of her face. She turned to see a tanned skinned girl reading over her shoulder. "I've never seen you before." The girl stated. Hannah felt like rolling her eyes. Hannah very rarely made conversation with anyone, yet knew that that was the most pathetic way to start a conversation she ever heard. She ignored the girl and continued reading. Surely she mustn't expect a response to a closed statement. "Excuse me, I'm talking to you." Hannah moved her eyes towards the girl, without moving her head, just so the girl could see that Hannah was acknowledging her, but not necessarily wanting to communicate, then she moved her eyes back onto her book again. "I'm a prefect you know, I can give you detention if I wanted. What are you anyway? A fourth year? Shouldn't you be outside playing with your little friends?" Hannah looked back at the girl, this time lifting her entire head. She closed the book so the girl could read the cover, 'Standard Book of Spells Grade 7'. "What's your point? You read 7th year books, congratulations." Frustrated, Hannah packed up her books and headed to her next classes, without looking back at the 5th year.
Her next classes were Divination and Charms. Hannah sat at the back of the classroom of Divination, not in the slightest interested in some silly old bag falsely interpreting the future in a reflective crystal ball. Everyone else in the class was either chattering, or becoming fully involved in predicting the death of their fellow classmates, everyone, except for Adrian Pucey, who like Hannah, was sitting at the back of the class, lost in a book he had on his lap.
Charms class was by far the least enjoyable subject of the day. They were learning the water conjuring spell, Aguamenti. At first it was a highly informative and productive lesson, where Professor Flitwick taught the spell, down to conjuring water non-verbally, but in the end the lesson turned out to be a massive water fight. Hannah hated water ever since she was 7, and left half way through the lesson to avoid getting wet. She wouldn't have stayed in the room even if she were paid a thousand galleons, even drinking water made Hannah cringe.
Hannah decided she would go to dinner, but only to get an apple and some meat for Spero. She went to her dormitory to give her kitten the food, ate the apple in bed while patting Spero, and made her way to potions for her detention.
She knocked on the the black wooden door, and the drawn out, deep voice drawled, "Come in." Hannah opened the door, to see Snape, like before, scribbling his quill across a piece of parchment. "You're early." Snape drawled, without looking up.
"I'm on time. You said after dinner, it's after dinner." Said the voice inside his head. Snape looked up, and Hannah was standing at the door, looking back at him. "I'd appreciate if you were to speak to me normally." Scolded Snape.
"It's just as productive, is it not?" Hannah replied, in a monotone voice.
"I'd appreciate it," Snape started, in an irritated voice, "if I could think without having to worry about my thought being invaded by a silly girl who can't be bothered to speak." Hannah thought over this statement. Can I be bothered to speak? Yes, I just didn't want to. The more I vocalize, the more chance I have of saying something I'd regret. By penetrating someone else's thoughts, it can easily be mistaken for their own thoughts, and not my interference with their thoughts. I'd only ever say something aloud if it's absolutely necessary. I'm never going to say the wrong thing at the wrong time ever again.
Snape watched Hannah as she was analysing something in her head. How on earth is she capable of penetrating my mind? I have the occlumency skills sufficient to stop the best legilimens known to the wizarding world, the Dark Lord himself, from penetrating my mind. Surely this girl, who seemed to have not even the slightest knowledge of how to use a wand, couldn't have legilimency skills superior to that of the Dark Lord.
A knock on the door brought both of the Slytherins back to reality. The Weasley twins entered together, not looking as smug as they were in their potions lesson. "You're late." Scolded Snape. Hannah refrained from rolling her eyes, she had already established that Snape would do nearly anything to scold someone, and to set them down on a lower level than himself. She knew that if he would, at any time of his life, treat you as an equal, that would be the day that the sky has fallen.
"Actually, professor, we're on time. You said to come here after dinner, it is after dinner." Fred said with a hint of sarcasm. Snape looked at Hannah suspiciously, then looked back at the twins.
"Well, you should have eaten faster." Snape turned on his heels and went to his back room, and came back levitating a stack of cauldrons. "I'll take all of your wands, and return them to you when you've finished. If I see even a spot on these cauldrons by time you're finished, you'll return here every night of the week, until October, to clean cauldrons. Do I make myself clear?" The twins nodded, and handed him their wands. Hannah followed suit. "Right, I will be on duty in the halls, I will be back within a couple hours." He looked back at the twins. "If I see anything, out of place, damaged, dirtied, emplaced, jinxed, or charmed, you will be out of Hogwarts before you know it." From there, Snape walked out of the rooms, with his long black cloak trailing behind him.
"Damn." Said Fred, "I can't spot a loophole in that one, what about you, George?"
"I think he might've covered everything, Fred. What about you, Hannah?"
"Hmm?" Hannah asked, confused by what they were intending to do. She moved over to Snape's bookshelf to scan over his books.
"What can we do to make this more entertaining, is what we mean." Replied George.
"Define entertaining." Hannah said, in a bored tone, as her eyes rested upon a potion book, based on dangerous potions and poisons.
"Oh come on, you can't possibly be that much of a boring Slytherin. You know, how can we make things fun for ourselves. What can we play with, how can we do this easily, how can we waste time?" Fred responded, as he sat on Snape's desk.
"Oh right." Hannah drifted her hand over the cauldrons as they cleaned up perfectly in front of her. Fred and George stared at her, amazed.
"Wow." George mused.
"Well, who knew? You can actually do wandless magic." Fred added. Hannah blew out a bit more air out of her nose than usual, amused. She knew they were being sarcastic, but she also knew they weren't actually familiar with the fact that wandless magic was possible. From just this one encounter with the boys, she had established that neither of them really cared if someone said the right or wrong thing, they were both quite experienced with saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. They weren't easily hurt, and would still find the light in the dark moments. She knew that, if she wanted, she could talk to these guys and say basically anything. Not that she wanted to. But she knew she could.
"Wandless magic is basically the same as normal magic." Stated Hannah. This was probably the longest conversation she has ever had in the past 10 years, but she knew she had to fill in the next hour and a half with something.
"What do you mean?" Fred started, "Normal magic basically revolves around having a wand."
"Fred," Hannah started to feel frustrated with their ignorance, although she found it very hard to be angry with their stupidity, they just seemed too amusing to get angry with. "Do elves have wands?" Hannah watched Fred and George as the mulled over their thoughts. "Wands merely just enhance magic. Try it if you don't believe me." Fred and George looked between themselves, and simultaneously started yelling jinxes at each other. Hannah blew air out of her nose again, amused. At least this won't be as boring as they predicted.
Thank you for reading this far, please leave me a review and let me know how my writing is so far. Like I've said, this is my first piece of writing, so I'm not sure how understandable it is, or interesting in the matter. There will be a lot more interaction in the next chapter, and less description. Thank you again, also leave a review with your predictions of what you think will happen. :)