Year 1 - Dynamics - A Harry Potter Fic.

Part 33 - Vyla's POV

(The Hall of Moving Stairs)(Vyla's PoV)

______________________________________________

(Thursday) (Two weeks later) (?)

Oh, I am so tired of this already. I've had so much detention this past month. It's driving me crazy. Ever since Halloween, it's been super tense around the halls of the castle. I drape my hand down my face, unsettled. I perk up upon hearing something though. I hear a voice, whispering. What the...? I move forward, around the corner, and through an arch, finding myself in the tower of moving stairs.

I follow whispering. I swear-- if this is another Malfoy prank, I'm going to punch him square in the jaw! Draco has been constantly teasing me about my constant supply and need of candy since Halloween. Keeps saying that I'm addicted. I'm not though, I just really like chocolate. I come up some steps of stairs and find myself in the corner of the tower. The whispering stops as I step up onto the platform. I press my hand to the cold wall, where I notice there are no paintings strung up around here.

"Huh. That's odd.."

I shrug it off and turn around to go meet up with Amelia. But---

"What the??"

I find that the stairs... Have moved on me. And thus, now I am abandoned alone on this corner platform. Stranded. Stuck. Unable to leave. Shoot!

I'm supposed to be headed to Charms with Jay and Amelia right now!! But-- I can't get off here!

Not unless I want to jump...

I gulp, looking carefully over the side.

Yeah... Not today.

I huff a breath, knowing that above all, I'm gonna get detention over this. I bet Snape is getting really tired of that in my student reports. I don't blame him. I look at the closest set of stairs, hoping that they'll enchant their way over here. But as I hope this, they start moving. . . In the OPPOSITE direction.

...

I hate my life.

Well, I guess all I can do now is sit down, wait for a case to come by, and work on my Defense Against the Dark Arts homework that Professor Quirrel assigned. About sneks. I love sneks. I wish that I could get one, buuut. . . I don't think the other students would react kindly to me having a python around my shoulders.

So I guess no snake for me.

I sit away from the edge and closer to the corner, pull out my homework, and begin to work on it. I just hope my Charms professor will be understanding.

(Time Skip) (A few hours later)

Guess what!

I got detention!

Also known as I suck!

I groan loudly and bang my head against the tabletop in detention. Again. If I had a coin for every time I got detention... I think I'd have enough to buy something on the special menu at the Weasley Twins' chocolate shop. Like what, well, I have no clue. I know I'm rich, but I don't get my money here for free. Mother sends me the cheap stuff and just a few coins for extra things. (She sucks.)

AHEM.

Anyways....

I just got done talking to Jay and Amelia before coming to Detention, and Jay mentioned someone who might be able to help me with my slacking grades. Name's Cedric ... Cedric Dig... Dig something. I can't remember what exactly his name was, but I'll be meeting him later-- tomorrow to be exact. So... Yeah, there's that.

At least I'll have a ... tutor.

I sigh, hoping to get this over with soon.