Adventures of Beatrice the Basilisk

Chapter 7: First Day of School vlog

Beatrice Bassa Baska Lisk Partridge woke up to a verdant, empty dorm room. All her 'friends' had left her to go to breakfast. After taking a good look at her coin walls to calm her down and get her ready for the day, she felt a jolt of excitement at the thought of classes (aka- being able to use her new stationary). She slumbered out of bed, and went to have a quick peek into the ominous depths of the lake through her window before scurrying around to collect her things she would need for her first classes.

She grabbed a thin brown daybag that she had already packed with her books, quills and parchment the night before; she had also slept in her uniform for optimum efficiency. This meant all Beatrice really had to do this morning was pat down her hair, straighten her tie and eat breakfast.

Click clack...

Her shoes loudly scampered across the flagstones as she walked half asleep, into the Great Hall, taking a seat next to a taller, carrot-cake colour haired, slightly scary, older kid. Beatrice was too tired to notice his unsettling vibes. What she did notice however, was his smell- it was metallic and kind of meaty? Oh well, she couldn't be bothered to move. She was just reaching for a piece of toast when she was rudely interrupted,

"...ERM HELLOH?!" A loud voice snapped her out of her daze, Onika was waving wildly at her from a few seats up, gesturing frantically to sit next to her. Beatrice in her stupor had forgotten she even made a friend and quickly moved to sit with her.

"Sorry Onika~ I'm really tired," Beatrice yawned,

"Yeah, yeah- listen! That guy you were sitting next to..." Onika paused to see if Beatrice was paying attention, when she nodded, she continued in a hushed tone "He's supposedly... a... a... a cannibal! I overheard the older girls saying it this morning!" Beatrice, who had been reaching out for the butter, had frozen as Onika explained.

"Onika what- that's literally insane," The end of her sleeve was dripping in the bowl of jam.

"No, I'm being serious! His name is Armie Hammer- he's done loads of weird stuff, believe me, I don't even want to repeat it, just- don't sit next to him again." Onika was gripping Beatrice's arms tightly, shaking her slightly, Beatrice leaned back.

"Okay, I won't... that's so creepy," she raised her arm once she realised that her sleeves were soiled, and grabbed the butter, spreading it smoothly across the crunchy toast.

"I know right! ...Did you sleep in your uniform?" Onika was now looking at the state of Beatrice's clothes, which were creased beyond recognition. She was trying not to judge the way Beatrice looked, but believe us, it was hard. She looked like she had been hit by a bomb in those clothes.

"Uh-" Luckily Beatrice wasn't able to answer as at that moment, Tom had walked in, and sat right across from them, he seemed to be pretending not to see them. Beatrice quickly tried to smooth her clothes down and look a little more presentable.

"Hey, Tom!" Onika said cheerily. He grabbed a piece of white bread and started eating it, not looking up or answering. Onika frowned in confusion,

"Everything okay? Surely you aren't just going to eat plain white bread?" She asked, a hint of friendly concern in her voice. Tom looked up and rolled his eyes, grabbing another piece of plain bread to eat two at once out of spite. Onika sighed and slid the jam bowl across the table towards him, a little too forcefully, splattering it all over his plate.

Tom tried to look as if he wasn't about to screech. Taking a deep breath to recenter his aura only worked for a few seconds,

"... oNiKaAaAaa- I don't like jAm!" he whined.

"Tom, just eat it- don't waste the food, apparently house elves cook it all for us," Onika scolded, looking at the plain pieces of bread with contempt.