God damn.
Halle ran her fingers through her messy, auburn hair. She had attempted to curl it that morning, but halfway through, she had glanced at the time and realized that she was late to her first class.
I'm never doing that again. Her hair was a mess as it was.
She looked cautiously at the empty wooden tables surrounding her, and the shiny, glass cabinets that held many Quidditch trophies from years past. If she squinted, she could even make out the name "Oliver Wood, Quidditch Captain" on at least five of the trophies. A pang of longing struck her as she sat in her seat. One day, that would be her. She'd follow in her dad's footsteps and make him proud, she was certain.
Halle looked around the room. The detention chamber was not unknown to her, and it would only become more familiar as years went on. To her right were the glass cabinets where many objects, including trophies and silver dishes, were kept for polishing by whoever was unlucky enough to receive detention on any particular day. In front of her was a great wooden door, which she had no less than ten minutes ago walked through.
Halle stood up from her seat and slowly walked to the cabinets. She stood as close as she could without making finger marks on the glass (which she would definitely have to clean off.)
Click!
Halle jerked around to see Headmistress McGonagall and a tall, blonde girl enter the room. Halle couldn't shake the feeling that she looked familiar.
"Now Dominique, I expect you to be decent to Halle, and I expect you to work together to get this done."
The blonde girl, Dominique, stared at the headmistress. "Get what done?"
"That." The headmistress motioned toward the cabinets where Halle stood.
Dominique panicked, "But headmistress, that could take all night!"
"Then I suggest you get working." Headmistress McGonagall smiled at her and turned to leave the room. Before she left, however, she turned back around. "I believe I have forgotten something."
Dominique raised an eyebrow.
"Accio wand! You know the rules, you are to do this without magic." With those words, the wand flew into the professor's hand, and she left.
Halle turned her attention to her companion (..? Halle wasn't quite sure) in crime. The other girl was paying her no attention. She was looking around the small room frantically. Was she searching for something? If she was, she was terrible at finding it. (Had Hufflepuffs been present, they would have been very ashamed)
"Are you looking for something?" Halle placed a hand on her hip and leaned against the cabinet she stood next to. "Because it's been five minutes, and you look just as lost as when you came in here."
The blonde girl gave her an annoyed look. "Yes, I am looking for something. And if I find it, we'll get out of this God-awful detention."
Halle nodded her head. "Well then, I hope you find it."
Dominique's gaze softened at that. She walked over and held out her hand. "My name's Dom, age twelve, charged with hitting a teacher with a treacle tart."
At that, Halle caught her breath. Several things raced through her mind at once. It's her! The girl from the food fight!
Dom gave her an amused smile. "Did I just grow an extra head or is there another reason you're looking at me like that?"
"No...no! It's just that...you're the girl that started the food fight! You hit me in the shoulder with a pastry."
Dom laughed. "That's right! And you returned the favor and drenched me in pumpkin juice. After that, who knows what happened, the whole Great Hall was a disaster!"
