Order of the Sphinx... Why should HP get to have all the fun?

Chapter 10: Tutoring

A/N: Here we go chickens! I hope that you like this one! It's going to be a good one. A little bit of drama to add to the stirring pot! Lol

As Always, I own nothing but the original characters and plot lines, all the HP characters and Universe go to Miss J.K. I am just a bored High School Senior who has fun messing with her characters and placing them in extremely weird situations.

Chapter 10: Tutoring

On my way back to the overseas mission common room I ran into Hamish. “Hey Steve Irwin! How’s our favourite crocodile hunter?” He grinned, his accent a welcome relief from my own internal and rather bitter monologue. I winced. “Great. Just freakin’ perfect!” I grumbled, tugging on the strap of my bag. He sobered then, his grin falling. “Day that bad huh?” he guessed and I nodded. He had fallen into step with me, and had his hands buried deep in his pockets.

“Ah, it’ll be okay. First days are always the worst.” He broached, trying to give me a sympathetic look. I gave a withering sigh. “So everyone keeps telling me.” I muttered. He tried to change the subject, which I was grateful for, “So what did you have just then?” He asked, a smile again appearing on his chiselled face. I grimaced, “Potions.” I grumbled, my mood plummeting all the more when I remembered I had to go back to that hell hole for tutoring.

Hamish pulled a face, His blue eyes darkening. “Ah.” He exclaimed, and seemed to be at loss for words. I sighed then looked up at him, “what did you have?” I asked genuinely curious. It was his turn to grimace this time. “Muggle Studies.” I pulled a face too, and then laughed. “What in the hell do you learn in muggle studies?” I asked and saw as a returning smile spread across his face. “Oh, you know, like wars between the goblins and the human’s way back before Christ. We also do a bit on the Salem witch trials, but other than that? Not much else.” He said, nodding to someone he knew as we passed them in the hall.

We were slowly walking towards the east wing of the school and the crowds of students slowly lessened. Hamish turned then, looking around confused. “Where exactly are we going?” He asked, obviously not used to being in this side of the castle. I grinned at him, “This is where our common room is. You wanna meet my friend’s right?” I asked, sneaking a sideways look at him. He gave me a winning grin. “Yeah!” He cried and quickened his pace.

I lead him around various different hallways until we reached the painting of the Lion. It looked at me wearily, still obviously hurting from the verbal insults that I threw at it in frustration when trying to retrieve my Potions book. I was in the right frame of mind to know the password this time, but was wary about using it in front of Hamish. I looked at him with a frown. “Put your hands over your ears and don’t listen.” I instructed. He looked at me baffled. “What?” He asked confused. I rolled my eyes, “You can’t know the password dummy! Put your hands over your ears!” I countered and glared him down until he did.

He clapped his hands over his ears and made a point of singing some Scottish folk song which sounded wicked cool in his accent. I grinned then turned back to look at the lion. “Oscula Draco” I said clearly and the lion roared and the painting swung open. I looked over at Hamish and waited until I had his attention before I jerked my head in the direction of the open painting. “Coming crocodile?” I asked, grinning.

He rolled his eyes. “Yep.” He said and bowed slightly and with a flourishing hand gesture let me enter first. I rolled my eyes and strode in. I could hear my friends all chattering away in the main living room so I made a joke. I pulled on a rather stupid gangsta stride then threw out my arms when I entered crowing at the top of my lungs, “BOOM! LOOK WHO STEPPED IN THE ROOM!” They all looked at me like I was a psycho with Ivy rolling her eyes. The only one who actually laughed was Alice.