Daisy | The Marauders Era

Year One: Werewolf?

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    The first year girls dorm room was no longer golden now that Bao had left, but the buffalo's remained stuck on the walls and windows.

    As the days went by without their friend, Daisy and Heather had been staring and staring at their study notes hoping the ink on the page would seep through their eyes and into their brain.

    Professor McGonagall had assigned an essay on creating glass cups, Professor Slughorn's was on sleeping draught, Professor Flitwick on locking and unlocking locks, and Professor Sprout assigned one based on devils snare.

    The two girls were drowning in a paper flood.

    "If we get any more work i'm dropping out." Brody tiredly scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth.

    The first years sitting in the great hall for breakfast had all been utterly shocked at the velocity of going from fun and happy go lucky to wishing they were all at home under blankets instead of assignments.

    "I like it, I'm almost finished." Theodore said quietly.

    "You like it?!" Gasped David, and Theodore shrugged his shoulders.

    "Yeah, we don't do much back in England. Just kick a ball around sometimes."

    David blinked. "Oh yeah right, it is quite fun isn't it, lots to learn."

    "If you think this years hard, wait for older years." Bilius the prefect appeared behind Benjamin, and honestly the two could pass for related with their flaming hair and countless freckles.

    Daisy sighed into her toast.

    Glancing around the Gryffindor table in a tired daze she caught sight of her sister, looking well polished and rested. Her red locks were twisted into a well-groomed bun, her tie perfectly knotted, and her skin bright and fresh.

    Daisy looked tired. Her hair only brushed, and her tie hanging a little loose around her neck. Lately she had been feeling suffocated.

    "First years always the worst, it gets better don't worry. I can hardly remember my first year." Bilius laughed. "We'll except trying to fly away on a broom back home because I hated it so much- other than that it's a blur."

    "And now what do you think?" Brody asked.

    Bilius bit his bottom lip. "It's... fine." And smiled uncertainly, before quickly excusing himself.

    The first years — minus Theodore — lowered their heads.

    Class started, and Daisy glued her eyes open writing down every word her professors wrote or spoke. She wouldn't dare miss a thing, not even when her palm would begin to cramp and her muscles would begin spasming, or even when her eyes would begin to sting from staring so hard.

    After each lesson, she felt reborn. The walk in the hallways to her next lesson was somewhat refreshing after her mental workout. She welcomed the cold air to her hands and let them cool off from gripping her quill, and digging her nails into her palm.

    However all that breeze would disappear once she stepped inside her next lesson to hear the word 'exam'.

    Then repeat, up until it was three o'clock and she would crash in the common room.

    She rested her head against the glass window, sitting on the bay perch looking out towards the black lake where she had met Simon.

Sandy was still in her room, Daisy still hadn't figured out how to help her yet, but the biting was much more rare than before. Her hands had healed for the most part.