DISCONTINUED FOR A WHILE UNTIL I CAN WRITE MORE CHAPTERS I APOLOGISE AGAIN.
It's Serena's sixth year at Hogwarts and after her 17th birthday she begins to feel strange.
Her parents have been keeping a secret from her all her life and refuse to tel...
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It was finally the weekend. Even though I missed most of the week I still feel drained. I had been given two essays to write one had to be handed in on Monday and then the second on Tuesday.
I needed to talk to Malfoy about our work. Most of the time he tells you to fuck off and do it yourself but I'm gonna try, I'm definitely not doing it on my own. I mean it's an easy topic but it's a partnered essay.
I was laying in bed reading when Mae ran through the door screaming.
"What?" I shout over her highly annoying screams.
"Blaise asked me to go on a date!" She screeched.
"Finally" I huffed looking back at my book.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Are you blind? Can you not see how mad he is for you?" I wondered.
"No" She blushed.
"God it's obvious" I tell her.
"We have to watch the quidditch tryouts" He said.
"We?" I questioned.
"Yes" She smiled.
"Nooo" I whined.
"Why not? Malfoy will be there. You can ask him about that essay" She said.
"Even more reason not to go. Why don't you ask Nat?" I say.
We both raise our heads and see Nat snoring in her bed. Maybe not then.
"No she's out like a light" She said.
"No. I'm studying. Ask Daphne or anyone else" I groan.
She sighed. "Well next time I want to do something you have to do it"
"I promise" I tell her. I do keep promises.
She walks out the room to find someone else.
I get up and walk over to the dresser and get some clothes. It was raining today which was the main reason I didn't want to be standing in the stands of the Quidditch stadium for hours.
Cold and I do not mix.
I pull out my Slytherin hoodie and a pair of jeans with some fluffy sock, for fun.
I get changed and walk down to the common room with my quill, books and parchment.
The fire was crackling and I could hear a few voices but most people were out so it was quiet. I sat on the sofa and placed my stuff on my lap.
Professor McGonagall wanted us to write a two page essay as well on Human Transfiguration. It was easy for me because I had used spells like that to change the colour of my hair in the summer.
