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The next morning, Hannah did her usual routine of awaking before the rest of the girls, getting changed behind a curtain, and returning to her bed to pet Spero, but this time, her routine was interrupted. As Hannah went to return to her bed, she noticed a tanned skinned girl standing beside it, waiting for her.
"Yes?" Hannah asked, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She hated the girl from the last encounter, there wasn't anything that could possibly make her like the girl. She was about as ignorant as they come.
"I want an apology for your lack of respect last time." The girl replied, in an overly proud tone. Hannah's thoughts reeled. She wanted an apology for lack of respect? Who was the one that made the assumption that I was a fourth year? Who was the one who threatened to put me on detention just because she had the authority with being a prefect? Nothing, nothing before Hannah had arrived at Hogwarts, had made her want to actually scream at someone. Tell them that they're a bloody idiot. She never wanted to go to any school, and this was the exact reason why. Nobody seemed to understand the concept of respect. Everyone seemed to be under the impression, that communication is the only way to pursue something, and everyone with authority seemed to abuse it.
"Lack of respect?" Hannah returned. She was going to rage at the girl if she needed. She didn't care about being quiet anymore. Nothing could go wrong with saying the wrong thing. The worst cases were, either being expelled, or killed. And neither seemed unappealing to her.
"Yes, lack of respect. I expect an apology, or you should expect a consequence. Am I clear?"
"Not necessarily. Care to elaborate on your definition of respect, or perhaps your idea of a consequence?" Hannah retorted.
"How dare you smart-mouth your superiors? How dare you, such a worthless, short, sick-looking little white girl, challenge what I say to you?" The girl scowled, with her eyebrows drawn so low in anger, they almost covered her eyes.
"Quite easily." Hannah smart-mouthed. With that she left the room, holding her kitten. She wouldn't dare leave her kitten in presence of such an ill-tempered cow.

As Hannah walked through the common room, the girls' dormitory door burst open.
"Don't walk out on me, you little bitch! You will pay for talking to me like that!" The girl screamed after her.
"Okay." Hannah answered simply, before leaving the common room, into the hall.

Adrian Pucey was sitting in the corner of the common room, reading a book on restorative potions, when he saw Hannah walking out of the girls' dormitory, with her kitten in her hands. He thought he was the only student that got up at this time. He looked over at her curiously, and then saw another girl burst out of the dorm, and begin screaming at her. He had never liked that girl, and felt sorry for Hannah as he watched her getting scolded. After Hannah had left the common room, and the girl returned back to her dorm, Adrian decided to follow after Hannah.

Hannah started walking down the hallway, when she heard the door open again. If that is that mental cow again, she thought, I swear to god, I'll slice her throat. She began walking faster as she realized the footsteps were speeding up. She turned around to see Adrian running towards her, looking concerned.
"Hannah?" Adrian asked.
"Yes?" Hannah answered. She had never heard Adrian talk before. He had a surprisingly smooth and soft voice.
"I see you've met Pansy Parkinson. What did you do to set her off?" Adrian inquired. He looked into Hannah's face, he had never really bothered with analysing the appearance of other students, but he couldn't help but notice how ill Hannah looked.
"Nothing. Literally." Hannah said, half amused. She couldn't deny that, even though Hannah hated talking, there was something about the way Adrian talked that made her want to keep talking to him.
"You ignored her, I'm assuming?" Adrian mused. Pansy had always been one for being in the centre of attention. He hadn't the slightest clue how someone, so vain and obsessed with the thought of attention and authority, managed to get a prefect role.
"Precisely." Hannah stated. She noticed how Adrian only said things if he felt like they needed to be said. He wasn't trying to be curious, more or less trying to make sure Hannah was okay. Hannah had never liked people worrying about her, or talking to her, or giving her any attention for the matter. But there was something about Adrian that made it seem okay if he did. Maybe it was because he seemed similar to her, he didn't want any of that either. The fact that he showed concern seemed almost sweet. How he stepped out of a comfort zone just to make sure she was okay.

They didn't speak for a while, just walked beside each other, heading to the Great Hall for breakfast. She noticed how Adrian never actually ate anything himself, but alike to her, just took something, tucked it in his robes, and headed back down to the common room.
"For a pet?" Hannah inquired.
"Yes, similar to yours actually, just older." He replied, nodding to the kitten in Hannah's arms. He didn't show any emotional in his face, when he spoke, alike to Hannah.

They separated ways as Hannah went to the library, and Adrian headed toward the common room. She had an hour before classes started, and she wanted to do a bit more research on some things before class.

That day, Hannah sat with Adrian for most of the lessons. For transfiguration, they learnt the Piscifors charm, which turned the target into a fish. Hannah participated in this lesson somewhat, just to make Mcgonagall happy. For Herbology they had a theory lesson, where they discussed and answered a whole load of questions about a list of herbs and how to obtain them. For Divination, Hannah just sat at the back of the class reading her book she took from the library, and for Defence Against the Dark Arts, Hannah sat there, aggravated, as Umbridge preached about how muggleborns shouldn't be worthy to study magic. For potions they brewed a Blood Replenishing potion, and for once, Snape didn't have a reason to hold Hannah behind after class.

After her classes, Hannah, once again, made her way to the library. She brought with her, her notes from Herbology, and the book she took from the library the day before. She made notes as she read more about specific herbs she thought would come in useful, and potions she thought fascinating. She then went to find some books on useful offensive and defensive spells. That was probably the only thing Hannah was unable to do. She never needed any offensive or defensive spells, well lately anyway. She only really needed transfiguration and cleaning charms. She took note of certain spells she thought would come in handy if she were ever involved in any conflict, noting down how some required certain wand movement.

She departed the library at 9pm, with 2 pieces of parchment and her books. One piece of parchment had a list of herbs:

Baneberry
Bloodroot
Tentacula
Moonseed

The other piece of parchment, had a list of spells, and their wand movements.

Hannah made her way down the hallway, not necessarily caring about the fact that she is up walking about past curfew. She walked down the last set of stairs to the dungeon, when she saw a figure of black robes standing in front of her. Snape.

"Is there a sufficient reason that you're walking about the hallway at this time of night?" Snape drawled. He was somewhat satisfied that he had a reason to give Hannah detention. It wasn't necessarily that she deserved it, but it was more that he wanted to know more about her. Well, not more about her, but her skills. It intrigued him. He had always wanted to be the best in something, and the fact that a 17 year old girl was better than him somewhat annoyed him. He needed to know every little bit of detail, so he, himself, could improve.
"Probably not." Hannah remarked. She didn't really have a good reason to be out, she was merely studying for her own accord. What she was interested in studying didn't really have anything to do with what she was meant to be learning at school. Although she didn't care if Snape tried to punish her for being out late. She always felt she deserved punishment. She always felt too 'worthless' to have anything else but bad things happen to her.
"Well then, detention after dinner, tomorrow night. Meet me in the potions room. I suggest you head straight to your dormitory, before you earn yourself a week of detention." With that, Snape whirled his cloaks around as he turned, and headed back up the corridor. Although Hannah found entertainment in purposely defying Snape, purely because of his arrogance, she decided she would follow his orders and return to her dormitory.

Thanks for reading as always :), the next chapter will be interesting, so please keep an eye out for it! Please please please review, point out any mistakes I've made, let me know how my writing technique is, and feel free to express your love or hate towards any of the characters. If you want to have a character some time in the story, comment your characters name (can be your own), and the house and year you want to be in. I'll find a way to put you in the story. :) Thanks again, new chapter probably up tomorrow!