The Big (Teddy) Bear

Chapter 5

I guess sometime when I was crying, my body decided it was exhausted and turned on sleep mode. So when I woke up in a little ball at the end of my bed, I was a little surprised. Uncurling myself I stood up and grabbed my mirror out of the drawer of my nightstand.

You look like T. Swift in Blank Space.

That was an understatement. My hair looked like it had gone through a tornado and my face had dried mascara, smudged eyeliner, and lipstick everywhere. I grabbed some makeup removing wipes and made my face look like nothing was every there. Then brushing out my hair until no knots remained, I thought about how sucky my first day of school had been. Once I was all cleaned up and I had straightened out my clothes, I grabbed my bag, which I had thrown in the corner, and looked at the clock. It was 2:10- I had been in here for practically four hours.

Dad is going to kill us.

Contemplating whether it was smart or not to emerge out of the safety of my room, I decided I honestly had nothing better to do and headed out. Remembering I should be in a class, I pulled out my schedule out of my bag and looked to see what class I was supposed to be in,

Study Hall. With Dad. Of course.

My inner self began freaking out and I began walking up the stairs to the second floor, knowing that I had better start planning my funeral. Walking into the class all eyes were on me, but I kept my head high knowing these people could probably smell fear. I hope my dad wouldn't notice me, but that wasn't the case. As I sat down in an empty seat he looked up to see who had tried sneaking in. When he saw me his eyes widened and I knew I should probably walk down there before he caused a scene. So I did, leaving the safety of my seat behind.

"Hi dad. How are you?"

He narrowed his eyes and stood there, glaring at me.

"Look I understa—," I didn't get to finish my sentence before I was crushed by a grown man hugging me.

Next I bombarded by a multitude of questions, "Are you okay? Why weren't class earlier? Did someone hurt you?"

"Dad."

"If someone hurt you I swear I will expel them from school. Were you sick? Injured?"

"Dad!"

"Mira!"

"I'm okay."

By then everyone had turned their attention towards us.

My dad, never breaking eye contact with me, he cleared his thought and spoke, "All of you back to work or I'll assign more homework!"

With that everyone whipped their heads back to whatever they were working on.

Crap I have homework.

"Okay, Dad I'm okay. Not injured or sick, okay."

He raised an eyebrow looking at me with a gaze of disbelief.

"I'm going to go do homework now. Okay? Okay," with that I turned around and headed back to my seat.

When I arrived the seat that was empty was now occupied by devil boy. I sat down acting as if I didn't see him. Pulling my transfiguration and herbology stuff out of my bad, I got to work. After I was done with transfiguration I moved on to herbology, but before I could the boy next to me slides me three pieces of paper.

One was my potions homework, which I placed underneath my herbology homework. The other two pieces of paper I threw into my bag, not wanting to mess up my mojo. I went back to working starting on herbology and finishing it in a few minutes. It wasn't a fun subject but thankfully it came naturally to me because my mother was an herbologist. After finishing herbology I judged whether or not to do my potions homework, this would be my third year taking it, so Professor Slughorn didn't really care if I did my homework at this point. I decided I would since it was really easy. Looking at the top of the paper I saw a small note written.