Enigma Black: a Harry Potter FanFic

Chapter 3

"I wonder if you can drink a root beer float with whipped cream and cherries on top," Hurley wondered aloud. When his goblet produced his request, he pumped his arm.

"Awesome!"

Iris wrinkled her nose.

"Eww! How can you stomach so much sugar? You already have syrup and whipped cream and honey on your pancakes, and they have chocolate chips in them!" she scolded her friend.

Sighing, Hurley muttered, "Party pooper."

Onyx shook his head, chuckling.

"I have a funny feeling someone's going to be awfully hyper today. Enigma, you look like you're gonna hurl," Onyx pointed out with concern.

"I'm fine," Enigma gagged, "just stop shoveling food down your throat, please Hurley? Unless of course, you would enjoy getting vomit on your new robes," she choked out.

Hurley blanched.

"O-okay, I guess I could eat a little slower."

Hurley comenced to eat in slightly more civilized fashion, but he still seemed like a half-starved wolf.

"So, what class do we have first today?" Enigma asked, curious. She desperately hoped it wasn't with Gryfindor.

"Charms, I think," Iris responded.

"Just wonderful. Look who it is," Onyx breathed under his breath.

Bram and his cronies had taken the seats near Enigma.

"Who's my favorite Slytherin?" the redhead cooed.

"Go away, Ginger," Enigma snapped.

Bram placed a hand over his heart dramatically.

"Ouch. That hurt, Enigma. Come on, give me a chance to redeem myself after yesterday," he coaxed, "after all, we have Charms together!"

"I'd rather get beat than give you your chance! You had a chance at a first impression, and you utterly bombed it. What makes you think I'll like you, all of a sudden?"

Bram blushed at her refusal, but his eyes hardened.

"I'm afraid you leave me no choice. Ed, see that sniveling little brat with the dark hair? At 'im, boys!"

As Bram barked out orders, one hulking minions grabbed Onyx by his collar and held him aloft, giggling.

"Let's see how pure your blood really is, shall we?" Ed sang.

He punched Onyx in the nose gleefully.

"Stop! You're hurting him! This is between you and me. There's no need to get him involved," Enigma hissed helplessly.

"He's hurt!" Bram mimicked in an awful falsetto.

"Obviously, he has everything to do with you. You hurt me, Enigma, and there had to be consequences. This good chap Ed will continue to pummel your friend until I get what I want," he continued, but to his confusion, Onyx had slipped out of Ed's grasp.

With one swift kick in the groin, Ed was out cold. Onyx planted one foot on the unconscious Ed and spat out some blood. He staunched his bleeding nose with napkins.

"Can't you take a hint, Bram?" Onyx questioned with remarkable composure.

"Enigma despises you even more now."

Bran ran a hand through his hair in defeat.

"This isn't the end of this," Bram warned them before retreating out of view.

"Did that just happen?" Hurley and Iris chorused as if rehearsed.

"That's just bloody brilliant that we have Charms with Bram," Enigma commented sacastically, uttering his name like it was a swear.

"Just take a chill pill, Enigma," Hurley soothed, "we'll get back at him. I mean, we Slytherin are freakin' famous for, like, devious plans!"

Onyx coughed spastically into his napkin, but it sounded suspiciously like laughter.

"After class. We'll meet up back in the back in the Common Room, alright everybody?"

Iris looked each of them in the eye. When they all nodded, they got up from their table in unison and walked off to Charms.

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"And swish, and flick. Precisely, Miss Black!"

Enigma had gotten the feather to float about fifty times now, but watching others try helped with the tedium.

There was Hurley, who, with his strange accent, couldn't manage to get the feather up.

Iris had gotten the feather aloft soon after Enigma had. That was about forty something tries ago.

Onyx's feather vibrated then suddenly shot up into he air, and his grin was bright enough to light a room.

Internally, Enigma guffawed at Bram's attempts. According to the professor- Enigma couldn't understand what his name was, he spoke too fast- Bram was just flicking. Very violently flicking. So violently, in fact, that in his frustration, he started trash taking to the feather. Eventually, he hot a swish in there, then flicked the feather off. With his middle finger still raised in the air, he was assigned a detention for the weekend. Enigma was starting to like Professor What'sHisFace.

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The rest of the day dragged on, and most of he teachers drawled on about their respective textbook, the classroom rules, and such. The four found it rather tiresome. When the schoolday finally drew to a close, Iris, Hurley, Onyx, and Enigma hurried to the Slytherin common room to deliberate.

"I don't think we should do something too drastic. I don't want detention with him," Iris said with the opening statement.

Enigma's wicked grin was growing by the minute.

"You're on to something. If I know you at all, it'll be humiliating for our little friend," Onyx smirked, "I'm glad we're on the same side."

"You better believe it, Onyx," she laughed, and she whispered her plans to the eager three.

Even Iris smiled.

"That's sick," Hurley proclaimed.

For once, they all agreed.