Chapter 1: You're a Slytherin? Part 1

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"Miss Adelaide Fions!" The professor yelled. Adelaide shot straight up in her seat, and quickly met the professor's eyes. Professor Yail had her long brown hair in a pony, hazel eyes, and olive skin.

"Sorry Professor Yail," Adelaide said quickly. She glanced around the room to find the other students staring at her with a mix of concern and pity in their eyes.

Adelaide was in potions, one of her least favorite classes. The floor and walls of the classroom were made of stone, there was one door leading out of the room that was metal, and the whole room smelled like rotten cheese. The desks were set up like Quidditch stadium seats, and the professor's desk was down in the middle of the room. To Adelaide this classroom felt like a prison, where the teacher was the interrogator and the students were the criminals.

"Another late night I presume, Miss Fions." Professor Yail said.

"I'm really sorry professor," Adelaide said, "I'll try my hardest not to fall asleep again, it's just that-,"

"Let me guess, you stayed up late last night studying again?" Professor Yail asked. Adelaide nodded. "Honestly Miss Fions with the amount of times you, "stay up late studying", someone like myself would assume you know everything a text book has to offer, or that you sneaking out of your dorm."

"I'm not ma'am," Adelaide said.

"For your sake I hope you're telling the truth," Professor Yail said. "I'll be informing your mother about how many times you've fallen asleep in class to see if there's anything I can help you do differently, and twenty-five points will be removed from Slytherin."

"Thanks Adelaide," a Slyther said sarcastically from behind her.

Professor Yail walked back to her desk. Adelaide leaned back in her chair. "Your welcome," She said quickly before leaning forward again.

Adelaide stared at the clock that hung over the door, counting down each second until freedom. She knew she'd regret not listening to the Professor, but this was her last class before the last weekend of fall, and she couldn't wait to get to the library, speed through her homework, and then be able to do whatever she wanted over the weekend without having to worry about deadlines.

The bell went off and in unison everyone got up, packed their bags, and rushed for the door. Professor Yail called after them saying, "Don't forget you essay is due Monday and-," Adelaide didn't hear the rest of what the professor was saying, and she didn't care.

...

It was Saturday night and Adelaide was under her covers, waiting. Her wand was lit with a Lumos spell and she was staring at a pocket watch. The time read 11:59 P.M. Just one more minute, she thought. The time changed to midnight.

"Nox," she said. Her light went out, she grabbed two of her sweatshirt and ran out of her bedroom. She climbed out of her common room and started to sneak up from the dungeon. She quietly climbed up the stairs and came to a sudden halt when she heard voices one of them was very familiar. She slipped on her sweatshirt, pulled up the hood, and peaked around the corner.

She saw Professor Yail, speaking with Headmistress McGonagall.

"I promise you she's sneaking out of her dorm headmistress," Professor Yail said. "Why else would she be so tired in class repeatedly?"

"Perhaps, she's studying late because she has difficulty remembering the lessons from her classes," Headmistress McGonagall said. "Or she's simply tired from the long day she's had and she knows that won't be enough to convince you not to give her detention."

Adelaide began to try to sneak past them. Her heart started racing faster and faster.

"Please trust me headmistress." Professor Yail said.

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