White Blood ↣ T.Riddle

9, POINTLESS POTIONS

CHAPTER NINE • POINTLESS POTIONS

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"YOUR TURN TO WATER THE PLANTS GEORGIA!"

"Alright," mumbled Georgia as she reluctantly sat up from the sofa she was comfortable on, shut her book and walked over to the windowsill. The weather was bright; finally, the sun had broken through the clouds this morning, pushing them far enough apart to reveal blue sky. She picked up the rusty, yellow watering can and, in turn, poured the water over each plant covering the windowsill.

The last night had been strange. Georgia clearly felt that she'd failed this task already, when in fact she knew she had hardly even started. And the subject of this whole entire plan seemed to be taking control of Dumbledore's wish; he'd come to find her, he'd spoken to her. Something just wasn't right, and Georgia just wished that this whole thing had never happened. She wished that she could be normal again, without having to think about this boy that she was supposed to save when clearly that was impossible. People couldn't change, she knew that. Or could they? Tom had changed from good to evil within a year. Or perhaps he'd always been evil.

With a frustrated rub of her face, she slammed the watering can down, meaning to just leave it sat on the windowsill - that didn't quite happen. With her back turned, she heard a loud clatter, and spun around to discover the watering can on the floor and a puddle surrounding it. She cradled her forehead, embarrassment taking over her body, making her face turn the colour of the tulips on the window.

Everyone had turned at the loud clatter, and were looking at Georgia, she thought, with scrutiny. Why are so many people awake at this ridiculous hour? she suddenly thought, just noticing how many people were in the room.

Gingerly taking out her wand, she muttered, "Exaresco," quietly. The water disappeared, everyone turned back, and she picked up the watering can and hung it on the hook next to the window.

"Such an idiot," said a voice mockingly.

Georgia gingerly turned and saw Eddie behind her with folded arms, shaking his head at her. She rolled her eyes.

"Shut up," she grinned, crossing her arms, mimicking him. He raised his eyebrows, smiled, and turned to speak to Carrie, who was behind him. Georgia sighed and sat back on the sofa, ready to sink back into the world she was immersed in before her chore, and ready to ignore the real world around her; ready to become silent.

And that happened, for she was intently reading for the next half hour in blissful silence while students were leaving the dormitory one by one to get to their classes, including her friends. Carrie, Eddie and Amy had already left without her, leaving her on the sofa.

Twenty minutes after everyone had left, Georgia began to notice the silence creeping its way in between the words and her eyes. She looked up from her book, startled. Checking the clock on the wall, she made a strange noise from her throat and jumped up, grabbing her bag and wand.

I'm late I'm late I'm late I'm late I'm late I'm late I'm late I'm late were the only words keeping her company while she climbed through the barrel. Muttering, "for goodness sake," under her breath, she half walked, half skipped to Slughorn's classroom.

Not that she thought he'd mind. No, he'll probably just look at her when she walks in, won't he?

She made it to the big, wooden door and braced herself, breathing deeply, telling herself to calm down, and that no one will look at her, no one will care. This class was just Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw; no Slytherin, luckily - she couldn't bear having Tom in there to humiliate her more than she already was.