Bumblebee (A Fred Weasley Fanfiction)

- CHAPTER TWO -

The Bully

The next morning Emmie entered the Great Hall for breakfast and walked towards the Hufflepuff table,
"Emmie!"
She looked around to see the twins sat with Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. She walked towards them,
"I thought you two didn't like me anymore because I'm a Hufflepuff."
"Yeah we don't," Fred said,
"but we want to do some charity work," George added.
"Aw how kind of you. Anyway what are you guys talking about?"
"The Dementors on the train yesterday," said Hermione,
"Oh yeah. That was pretty scary," Emmie replied,
"You didn't pass out though, did you?" Harry asked her,
"Oh um no,"
"Oh." He sighed.
Emmie looked at the twins, confused at what had happened,
"Harry passed out and Malfoy over there is being a git about it," George said, she looked at Malfoy who was doing a ridiculous impression of a swooning fit.
"Anyway, we'll see how happy Malfoy looks after our first Quidditch match," said Fred.
"Gryffindor versus Slytherin, first game of the season, remember?"
The only time Harry and Malfoy had faced each other in a Quidditch match, Malfoy had definitely come off worse.
Feeling slightly more cheerful, Harry helped himself to sausages and fried tomatoes.
Hermione was examining her new timetable.
"Ooh, good, we're starting some new subjects today," she said happily,
"oh yeah, I should probably get going." Said Emmie and everyone said their goodbyes.
The journey through the castle to her Transfiguration class was a long one. Five years at Hogwarts hadn't taught her much about the castle.
Emmie was almost there when she fell to the floor with a thud. She look behind her to see the rug she was walking on piled up in the corner and immediately knew who it was.
"Peeves!"
Peeves the Poltergeist appeared, "HAHA!"
As she stood up he disappeared, she sighed and looked at the painting on the wall opposite. A fat, grey pony had just ambled onto the grass and was grazing nonchalantly. A moment later, a short, squat knight in a suit of armour had clanked into the picture after his pony. By the look of the grass stains on his metal knees, he had just fallen off.
"Aha!" He yelled, seeing Emmie.
"What villain are you that trespass upon my private lands? Come to scorn at my fall, perchance? Draw, you knave, you dog!"
She watched in astonishment as the little knight tugged his sword and began brandishing it violently, hoping up and down in rage. But the sword was too long for him; a particularly wild swing made him overbalance, and he landed face down in the grass.
"Are you alright?" Said Emmie moving closer to the picture.
"Get back, you scurvy braggart! Back you rogue!"
The knight seized his sword again and used it to push himself back up, but the blade sank deeply into the grass and, though he pulled with all his might, he couldn't get it out again. Finally he had to flip back down onto the grass and push up his visor to mop his sweating face.
"Um... Okay then, I should probably be getting to class," said Emmie but the knight ignored her.

Emmie entered the transfiguration classroom, relieved that she wasn't late. Like most classrooms in Hogwarts it had large windows at the front of the room which looked over the grounds. There were several cages hanging from the ceiling which contained various birds including a large owl and a small, purple sparrow, and sat on Professor McGonagall's desk was a tabby cat with dark, round markings around its eyes not unlike Professor McGonagall's glasses.
Emmie sat down at an empty desk and looked up. Where the cat was once sat, Professor McGonagall was stood waiting for the class to settle down so she could start her lesson.
Today they were going to be learning how to turn their desk into a pig and back again, something that, Emmie thought, couldn't possibly be needed in the real world.
"Miss Langley, do you have a reason to being late to my lesson?" Professor McGonagall said. Emmie turned to the door to see Juniper.
She laughed,
"no miss,"
"Five points from Hufflepuff. Sit down."
Juniper sighed and sat down in the only spare seat there was... Next to Emmie.

"You alright?" Said Juniper but Emmie ignored her,
"still not talking to me huh?" She continued, "me and Lucian broke up."
"Juniper, I don't care." Emmie finally replied.
Juniper scoffed,
"Gulping gargoyles you're dull. You ought to get some excitement in your life."
Emmie stared at her in disbelief, "excitement, that's rich. Your mum was still reading you Tales Of Beedle The Bard every night to help you sleep until you started screwing that Death Eater," she shouted. The whole class, which had now turned to look at them, gasped. "You're just jealous that an older boy liked me or have you forgotten, the only boyfriend you've had was Roger Davies in second year,"
"You bitch!" Emmie lunged forward to grab at Juniper but she was too quick, she jumped backwards and pulled out her wand,
"Impedimenta!"
Emmie fell back and tripped over the chair behind her. She fell flat on her back in a lot of pain. She groaned and started to sit up when she saw Juniper raise her wand once again, she opened her mouth to utter whatever horrifying spell she was going to use.
"That's enough of that," Professor McGonagall's voice could be heard, she came into view and took Juniper's wand off of her.
"Diggory, take Miss Nightingale to the hospital wing please."

*

Emmie entered the Great Hall for lunch. She wasn't badly injured, just slightly bruised and aching from her fall and she only missed Potions with Snape which was perhaps for the best. Before sitting down she scanned the length of the Hufflepuff table for Juniper but, to her relief, couldn't see her although she could see a few of her class mates staring at her and whispering to their friends, probably spreading rumours already.
She sat down and grabbed a bread roll from atop a mountain of them and picked at it for a while. Everyone else was tucking into a hearty stew which, although her mother made it all the time, Emmie hated.

As lunch time came to a close, she left the hall. Suddenly two boys appeared either side of her.
"We heard you got beaten up," George said first,
"I didn't get beaten up, it was a small fight," Emmie replied,
"apparently the other girl is getting expelled," Fred spoke, Emmie laughed, "I doubt it."
"Oi watch it," Lucian pushed past them with his arm around Juniper, Emmie guessed their little scrap won him back, "git!" Fred called after them as they walked down the hallway. In unison the twins stopped and turned to each other, "are you thinking what I'm thinking Freddie?" George asked, Fred just smirked before they both ran down the hallway,
"hey! Guys!" Emmie called after them but they were gone.
She made her way to the North Tower and climbed a silvery ladder up to the Divination classroom. The classroom in question didn't look like a classroom at all; more like a cross between someone's attic and an old-fashioned teashop. At least twenty small, circular tables were crammed inside it, all surrounded by chintz armchairs and fat little pouffes. Everything was lit with a dim, crimson light; the curtains at the windows were all closed, and the many lamps were draped with dark red scarves. It was stiflingly warm, and the fire which was burning under the crowded mantelpiece was giving off a heavy, sickly sort of perfume as it heated a large copper kettle. The shelves running around the circular walls were crammed with dusty-looking feathers, stubs of candles, many packs of tattered playing cards, countless silvery crystal balls and a huge array of teacups.
Emmie looked around, wondering where Professor Trelawney was, when a voice came suddenly out of the shadows, a soft, misty sort of voice.
"Welcome," it said. "How nice to see you back in the physical world once again."
Professor Trelawney moved into the firelight to reveal that she was draped in a gauzy spangles shawl. Innumerable chains and beads hung around her spindly neck, and her arms and hands were encrusted with bangles and rings.
"Sit, my children, sit," she said, and they all climbed awkwardly into armchairs or sank into pouffes.
"In the years past we have focused on reading tea leaves and crystal balls but this year we will progress to palmistry." She paused and then shot suddenly at Cassius Warrington, "beware the Slytherin common room."
Cassius stared at her and frowned before looking around nervously.
Professor Trelawney continued, "unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu. I myself will lose my voice. And around Easter, one of our number will leave us for ever."
A very tense silence followed this pronouncement but it was quickly broken by a scream from the back of the classroom. Everyone turned around to see what has happened. Lucian and Juniper were both staring at their hands in horror and their hands were covered with patches of brown, matted fur and boils leaking with a pale puss.
The whole class groaned and you could hear a few students gag but Emmie was more interested in the noise behind her; a familiar laugh. She turned around to see the Weasley twins, this prank had them written all over it. Fred winked at her before she turned back to see that the fur and boils had spread to their arms.

I wrote this like two years ago so that's fun. - Princexiero xx