𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐦 | 𝐜.𝐝 𝐟𝐟

𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙯𝙖𝙧𝙙.

The rest of the week was uneventful. I got used to the routine of my classes. By Friday I was able to recognize almost all the students at school. Not that I wanted to of course. Seeing the same few faces everyday had an effect on people. And they were starting to be more talkative. Even towards me, when I couldn't be arsed to answer them. Zabini always replied for himself and for me. What would I do without him?

Cedric didn't come back to school. This drama queen.

Every day, I watched anxiously until the rest of the Cullens entered the cafeteria without him. The anxiety and fear exponentially decreased as time went by. Hmmm, maybe it was all in my head. I could finally relax and join in the lunchtime conversations. Mostly it centered around a trip to the La Push Ocean Park in two weeks that Mike was putting together. We were invited, and I agreed to go, mostly out of curiosity. 

I never went to the beach often. The Black Lake was the closest thing to a beach we had. Then I was drowned in that lake for the stupid second task. But from the scarce experience I had, beaches were supposed to be dry. I don't think this beach would be dry here. I wondered how the beach would look like.

By Friday I was perfectly comfortable entering my Biology class, no longer worried that the angry boy would be there. For all I knew, he had dropped out of school. Perfect. I wouldn't want to go through Hogwarts all over again here.

My first weekend in Forks passed without incident. I cleaned the house, got ahead on my homework, and disturbed my fellow Slytherins. It was as if I couldn't get enough of them. This short weekend unleashed something in me.

I did drive to the library on Saturday, but it was so poorly stocked that I didn't bother to linger. I would have to make a date to visit Olympia or Seattle soon and find a good bookstore. Muggle books were more interesting than I had thought.

The rain stayed soft over the weekend, quiet, so I was able to sleep well. It reminded me of the stormy nights in Hogwarts. The Slytherin chamber was under the lake, so the rain was quite muffled down there.

People started greeting me in the parking lot Monday morning. I didn't know all their names, but I waved back at everyone. I even managed to sneak in a conversation or two with Potter before classes started. I have to admit, it was nice to have some sort of closure with him. He didn't hate me, that's for one. Somehow, the mini Weasley had persuaded her boys not to hold a grudge on me, on us. And I did thank her for that, when I passed by her on Thursday morning. 

All in all, I was feeling a lot more comfortable and happy than I had thought I would feel by this point. More contented than I had ever expected to feel here.

When we walked out of class, the air was full of swirling bits of white. I could hear people shouting excitedly to each other. The wind bit at my cheeks. 

"Wow," Mike said. "It's snowing."

How peculiar. It snows in the middle of the year. I had not prepared myself for winter. More for summer. I looked at the fluff that fell from the sky. It certainly wasn't as majestic as the snow fall in Hogwarts. This snow came down like angry white fairies, attacking us and the buildings and trees.

"Ew." I accidentally slip out.

"You don't like the snow?"

I shook my head. Not like this. Suddenly, a big fat white ball flew to Mike's face. I managed to avoid it. We turned to where the culprit was standing. I had my suspicions about Eric, who was walking away, his back toward us — in the wrong direction for his next class. Mike apparently had the same notion. He bent over and began scraping together a pile of the white mush. Disgusting. I didn't want to be caught in the middle of a snowball fight.