The Half Blood Princess | D.M

2 · party crashers

September second
friday morning, the first day of the term, 6:54 AM

maniac - conan gray

i wake up to the usual ruckus of other students getting out of bed. i sit up and look at the time.

shit. i'm gonna be late on the first day of the term.i hop out of bed and rush to the closet. i throw on my school robes and practically rip my hair out as i'm trying to brush it.

everyone in my dormitory is already out the door and long gone to their classes, as i yank my shoes on and grab my books.

i rush out the door and wrestle my schedule out of the heavy book at the bottom. i read the first period class filled in at the top and how did i know my luck would be this bad.

i have my dad first period. i'm late to my own fathers class. wonderful. i run full speed downstairs to the dungeons and rush up to the door.

i push the heavy dungeon door open and then entire class shifts in their seats and look at me. my dad peers at me and takes a deep breath.

"late on the first day, Veronica? i raised you better than this." he remarked, emotionless.

"mhm." i replied. he audibly gasped. "WHAM" he slammed his book on the desk.

"sit down, Snape. i'm marking you tardy and you can taste test the potion we're making today, my love." he explained, smirking at his idea.

i fought to hold back my urge to throw something at him. i turned on my heels slowly and walked to my desk all the way at the back of the class, that's where he's put me every other year, as well.

i hear an obnoxious whispering from the other side of the room and i glance over to see draco and his stupid ass friends.

i look down into everyone's cauldrons and just as i expected, they're making hiccup-potions.

if you can't already tell by the name, they make you excessively hiccup nonstop until you drink the antidote, frog innards.

i follow the recipe in the book and mix all the disgusting ingredients.

after everyone adds the finishing touches to their mixtures, Professor Snape helps everyone jar their potions, and nods for me to stand up and come to the front of the room, to drink it.

"since i'm such a merciful father, you can drink the one made by our top student in the class, so that nothing...unexpected...happens." he explains, glaring at Malfoy who had evidently added many extra things to his, hoping i would drink it.

Snape hands me a small shot glass-sized jar of the thick, black substance. i hesitantly popped the cork out and smelled it.

"it smells like shit, dad. just take points off Slytherin or something." i rambled, sticking the cork back in the jar.

"there will be no cursing, or passing up of my punishments. drink it now." he snapped at me, slamming his wand on the desk.

"merlin..fine, i will." i replied, annoyed.

i popped the cork out and chugged the potion. almost immediately i felt intense butterflies in my stomach and then they abruptly stopped.