GRAVEYARD | h.p.

𝖛𝖎𝖎𝖎. I SAVE POTTER'S ARSE

APOLLO'S SCREECHING WAKES ME UP THE MORNING AFTER THE CHAOTIC EVENTS OF HALLOWEEN. I'm a little surprised that Tara hasn't come to shout at me to make my owl shut up, since she must be awake. We haven't mended our non-existent relationship after I ruined all of her makeup, but I'm fine with it since we've always hated each other. Sitting up, I give Apollo a rat, which immediately makes him quiet down. I can see Fuzzbutt stalk towards me, probably attracted to the smell of dead rodents. I scrunch up my nose at the mangy thing, before giving it an uncharacteristic, sweet smile.

"You want a rat?" I ask innocently, pulling another one from the tin. Fuzzbutt looks at it, enthralled, as I move the dead creature closer and closer to it. Just as the cat opens it's mouth to feast on the dead rat, I yank it back.

"Not happened, stupid cat. Now get lost," I scoff.

The cat hisses at me, and I lightly kick it in response. Call me an animal abuser, I don't care. Well, I refuse to believe that Fuzzbutt is an animal in the first place.

And Fuzzbutt has abused me too many times to count during the past two months. Other than finding joy in ripping up my essays and robes, it's second favorite hobby is scratching my shoulders and biting me. Once, the sly creature had even stolen half of Apollo's rats when I had accidentally left the tin on my bed.

I've noticed that Millicent doesn't care a bit about Fuzzbutt; she actively avoids her pet. Then again, I wouldn't be surprised if she doesn't know that she has a pet in the first place. She's as dumb as a rock and almost as fat as Crabbe. Half of the time, with her mouth open like a gaping fish, she lies on her bed and stares at the ceiling. Seriously, I'm almost certain that she doesn't have a personality.

Pansy is annoying as always. I'd learned the silencing charm a week ago in class, and gladly use it on her whenever she annoys me. For good reason, as well, since her nasal voice gives me head-aches. And Daphne, oh don't even get me started on her. For the past two months, she's become even more unbearable than Tara. Honestly, I'm giving the cold-shoulder and just acting so hateful towards her, but she smiles brightly whenever she sees me, as though I'm her best friend in the world.

The only sane person in my dorm, other than me, is Raven. We get along well enough, but I can't bring myself to trust her the slightest bit, and she'd rather read a book than talk to anyone. Actually, we've played wizards-chess four times. I lost two of those time with one draw, and only managed to win once. I pretended to lose on purpose to her, just to save face, but I know that she doesn't believe me in the slightest.

My classes are going well enough, I guess. Charms, Potions, and Transfiguration are my best subjects, only because they're practical. I'm good enough at Defense Against the Dark Arts, but find it extremely boring, which is weird since even Malfoy seems to be enjoying the class a little (he'll never admit it, though). The lessons are flat, the spells are one-note, and I yearn to do something more advanced...

Nevertheless, Astronomy and Herbology are my worst subjects, but I'm probably the only one in my year acing History of Magic. It became a breeze after Raven showed the my wand-recording charm. I can say the spell at the beginning of the lesson, and fall asleep knowing that the whole class will be recorded. Later on, I listen to bits of the recording and take notes.

I groggily stand up and glance out the window. There's a dark, grey tinge to the lake-water, indicating that it's very cloudy outside. I've become an expert on predicting the weather based on what color the lake-water seems like. I smile a little, though, since it just occurs to me that I've spent two months at Hogwarts. After the first two weeks, the rest of the time seems to have passed in a blink of an eye.