Silver (A Hogwarts Story)

Five

Ameylia fiddled with her silver strand of hair in a bored manner. It was Potions, her last class before lunch. The class had been waiting at least 10 minutes, and their professor still hadn't showed. Ameylia turned to Fred who was seated beside her, drawing tic tac toe on their desk.

"Where's the teacher?" She asked, watching his hand scribble.

"Silver, if there's one thing you should know about Snape, it's not to question him." Fred turned to face her. "He's late, he's early, he's here, he's there. He's a weirdo, okay?"

Fred got back to doodling and the door to the room swung open. The older man with slick black hair from the other day walked in, his chin high and his hair still greasy.

"Turn to page 206 in your textbooks." Snape said in a low growth voice. He turned to the front to write something on the chalkboard before the door swung open again to reveal Mcgonagall.

"Harry Potter?" She asked into the room and the young boy with circle glasses and ruffled hair stood up hesitantly. "Come with me."

A few slytherins ooed as the two left the classroom. The door shut again and Snape cleared his throat.

"Thats not to be normalized in my class." He said, walking to a podium in the front. "Who would like to read the first paragraph?"

A hand shot up from the front, wiggling around like a moth just hit by a swatter. Ameylia immediately recognized her sister.

"Anyone?" Snape asked, his eyes glued on Hermione. "No. Okay, Weasley." He pointed to Fred and Fred looked up.

"What?" He asked, not paying attention.

"Not you. Other Weasley." Everyone heard Ron gulp as he stood up, book in hands.

"Gi-"

"Sit. Down."

Ron sat back down and read the entire page in the slowest manner he could. Luckily, the bell rang, dismissing him to read more. The students filed out of the room and all headed for lunch.

"So, Silver, want to sit with me n Georgie at lunch?" Asked Fred, slinging his satchel around his shoulder. Before Ameylia could answer Verah ran up behind her.

"How was Snivilus? Did 'e totally embarrass anyone? Did you actually learn anything? Did someone blow something up?" Verah grasped Ameylia arm. "Who cares? It's lunch. Let's ride!" She dragged Ameylia into the cafeteria without a word to Fred. They sat themselves at the Gryffindor table where everyone was huddled around Harry Potter.

"Oh, yeah, he got onto the quidditch team." Verah explained.

"How? Isn't it second years when you're allowed to try out?" Ameylia asked, trying to get a good sight at what was going down.

"That's the thing. Dumbledore wanted him in right away. Because of his dads legacy. Don't know why they didn't ask Natalie. Guess even Hogwarts is sexist!" food appeared on the table and she clapped, handing Ameylia a chicken leg.
"Or maybe it's because he was a Gryffindor, and that's his dads legacy. A Gryffindor. Huh."

Ameylia ate it slowly. "So when are try outs for everyone else?"

"Next Wednesday afternoon. Might have to miss History of magic. But I don't take you as a history fanatic, so you'll be fine." Verah bit into her mashed potatoes and turned to Ameylia. "Wait, are you trying out?"

The brunette shrugged. "Maybe. Is that a problem?"

"Well, depends. What'll you try out for?" Very asked.

"Um, I don't know. I'm just going to go and see if I'm any good."

"Okay, erm. Just don't try out for whatever Oakly's trying out for this year. She'll beat you and never get over the fact that you thought you had a chance against her." Verah chuckled, pointing her chicken leg at the Ravenclaw table. "Seems like they're getting along great."

Turning her head, Ameylia watched as Oakly and Natalie bickered. Natalie's thin eyebrows were pushed together more than everyone surrounding Harry. The fight seemed to stop because Natalie stood up and walked off.

"Yikes." Laughed Verah. "Should we go ask Oak what went down?"

"I'm going to go catch Natalie. See you." Ameylia stood up and ran after the ravenette girl. They both walked out of the great hall and into the hallways.

"What happened back there?" Asked Ameylia, clutching her satchel tight as she tried to catch up to Natalie.

"Nothing. Just a snotty girl. I've deal with lots of those. You just walk away in the end because they don't listen to anything you're trying to put out." Natalie growled.

"Oakly just needs warming up to-" Ameylia repeated Verahs words.

"No, Ameylia. You don't understand. She's got to be mental, I was just offering her some peas. If you don't like peas, I get it. But how she reacted, wasn't necessary at all." Natalie huffed, sitting down on a bench. Ameylia did the same. "I'm not going to try and try for people to like me. This isn't foster care."

"Okay. Fair." Ameylia nodded. "You think we just leave her be?"

"Yeh. It's the only way we get what we want. I already know she's going to try to boss us two around this whole year. Trust me Ameylia, I've been dealing with these girls since I was 6."

Ameylia shrugged. "Okay. I just...I don't see why you're so upset. I mean, she just has a temper, right? Does your anger have something to do with Harry getting to join the-"

"No." Natalie stood up. "I don't care about Harry. I never cared about Harry. He's not my brother. Good for him, honestly. The Gryffindor's've been sucking for the past few years according to the Weasley twins."

Natalie walked off to the common room and Ameylia turned back to the great hall. Oakly was standing outside the entrance.

"She's got other issues." Ameylia shrugged. "I'm sure it's not personal."

"Don't care." Oakly turned towards the girl. "Honestly, glad she's off my tail. I dont need a needy first year bothering me. Anyways, Verah wants you in there. She got sucked into the Harry Potter obsessed crowd." Nodding, Ameylia walked back into the cafeteria to save her friend from the popularity strikes surrounding this random kid with a lightning bolt scar.