'Tell Me Pretty Lies,' by moongirlel

Chapter 77: A Misty Walk

[Runaway - AURORA]

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Tue. 5th September 1995 - 11:13am...

Waking up to small huffs and snorts above to my face, I reach out, my hand coming in contact with my Niffler.

Sniffles clambered over my face, and I immediately shot up. I lightly push him off my lap, and glance at the clock.

It read 11:13am.

I had missed my morning classes.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Clambering out of my bed, I grab my uniform and rush to the bathroom. Grabbing my towel on the way, I close the door and quickly change.

Returning to my dormitory, I throw my pyjamas onto my bed. I dash around my room in circles, fighting with my hair which was currently rejecting my hairbrush.

Tossing my hairbrush away, I take a quick look in the mirror, picking up my necklace and hair clip.

I tug my shoes on, hopping around on one leg. My three animals watching me with curiosity before I finally managed to fit my heel into the shoe.

Scanning over me and Pansy's shared calendar beside our dressers, I look for which class I had next — Potions.

Great.

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Scattering up the desolate hallways, nearly sliding around the corners, I slowed down once I reached the end of the dungeons.

Clearing my throat, I gently pushed open the classroom door, only to spot everyone sitting down and Professor Snape in the middle of a lecture.

"—and once you add the Billywig sting it shall—" Snape's voice trailed off. He lifts his eyebrow at me, "Miss. Potter... How nice of you to finally join us. That will be a half an hour of detention for missing the beginning of my class on Saturday. Take a seat."

"Sorry, Professor..." I mumble, taking the only seat left in the room, which was beside the bubbly, and very annoying Gryffindor girl, whom I've only had one conversation with; Lavender Brown.

"Hi." She beams, "I've never sat beside a Slytherin before in class. I hope you don't burn my Potions."

"No, I'll just conjure up a snake to bite your ankles." I jest quietly.

Her smile falters for a moment, as we both turn to Snape, who continued his potion's demonstration.

My eyes levitate over towards my friends; Draco and Blaise wore the same expression of confusion. Meanwhile Theodore, Pansy and Daphne all looked worried.

I pushed my fringe back, subtly shaking my head towards them and tap my wrist. I shrug, watching them whisper amongst themselves.

"If there is anything you lot would like to share with the rest of the class, I'd be more than happy to repeat your little... chit-chat." Snape spoke up, stalking over to Draco and Blaise's desk. "Mr. Malfoy?"

"Professor." He responds, lowering his elbows off the table.

"Tell me — What's the next ingredient after a Billywig sting?"