A Bitter Silence (Version two of 'Silence is Music?')

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The first lesson we had was herbology with the Hufflepuffs. I struggled to pay attention, but kept a straight face. My partner was a boy named Ernie Macmillan. He was silent for the first few minutes, but started talking as soon as the others moved away.

"I'm Ernie." He said. I just continued to write notes.

He tried again. "Nice to meet you." I smiled and turned to face him. "What's your name? I'm Ernie MacMillan, Pure-blood"

I wrote down Harmony Chord. He looked at me oddly, then:

"Oh, I know you! Your t-mmff" I had covered his mouth with my hands. Shh. He nodded.

I let him go and he opened his mouth to ask me something, I turned back to my notes.

"Are all Slytherins evil?"

I stared at him.

No.

"I'm sorry," He said,"It's just all the rumors and you obviously aren't a true Slytherin, so I was just wandering..."

He trailed off when he realised how hard I was squeezing my bog-weed.

History of magic was dead to me, although I was imagining the exiting ways to teach it, Professor Binns wasn't imaging anything. I don't thing he imagined anything in his death.

For register, I had to clap my hands or get Daphne to answer for me.

In each of the first lessons, I had to go up to the teachers desk and give them a slip from Professor McGon. This proved to be bad and good, it meant that I could catch Professor Flitwick when he fell off his pile of books, and it also meant telling everyone about my un-noisiness.

I loath garlic, and when I stepped into the DADA classroom, I had to cover my mouth and nose. Quirrel's turban was especially weird, but I just assumed it was stuffed with garlic.

Astronomy was rubbish, the Professor kept on fussing around me, I called her Sini. Plenty of times I was tempted to punch her, or put spreadable itching powder on her seat. But I'd deal with that problem later.

In transfiguration, Prof McGon taught me non-verbal spells, and, once the rest of the class were struggling, I had a few seconds to impress her.

I waved my wand at the matchstick, wishing for it to turn into a needle. And it did.

Prof M was shocked, she couldn't believe it, and gave me more to try. I did them all effortlessly, I then turned a ink pot into a spool of thread and the lid off a box into a blanket, and enchanted them to sew. I then turned a pebble into a button, and voila, a bag.

Prof M had to take a drink of water, and asked me to help Pansy while she wrote a note for the head master.

Pansy eventually got the matchstick to turn into a steel match stick.

It's a start.

then I helped Daphne, who had the shape, but not the metal.

I asked them to swap matchsticks. It worked, and we high-fived.

Potions was next, we had it with the Gryffindors, I was paired with Neville Longbottom.

Snape started the lesson with a well practised speech, then annoying Harry, who was next to Neville, and then taking my note.

"Students, this is Harmony Chord, she can't speak, but is more intelligent than a lot of you" Here he looked at Potter, "So don't expect to have to wait for her, you will have to try your hardest to catch up."

Potter was staring at me in dislike, I grinned back at the miffed boy.

Harmony 1 : Harry 0

I sat back down, and we were set to make a cure for boils, I finished mine in no time, and started to help Neville, who was terrified of me. I was just about to warn him about the porcupine quills when BOOM! A massive explosion.

Oh Neville...

Snape was here in a flash, and, while he was berating Potter, I turned to Ron.

He had dislike all over his face, smeared over his dirty nose and dripping out of his ginger hair, he looked at me like I had purposely made the potion go wrong.

Snape told me to take Neville to the hospital wing.

He was covered in boils, and I gave him some of my potion. They cleared up instantly, and Madame Pomfrey said we didn't need to do anything else, but we should have some time outside for the shock.

I sat outside on the grass with Neville, he was scared first, but then we became friends. He told me all about being ridiculed and clumsy, I wrote about Ron and the Weasleys. He was an awesome friend, and, soon enough, it was lunch, but we just sat there, talking/writing.

Raven, the purple haired girl came over, and introduced herself, Neville and her became friends instantly, and I grinned. You could see the halo around them.

The talk came to my father, and they had the wonderful (not) idea of searching for him in the library. I was dragged along, we looked around for ages...

Mathew R.....

Mandeville Ross, Evalyna Rangette, Matt Ratt (heh)....

Mathew Riddle

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OMG!!! Aaaah!

I'm sorry for putting Slytherin with Hufflepuff! But I had to!

(>#<) <Here is the apology waffle