Emma [On hold]

Chapter Four

If I had five minutes to live, Emma thought, I’d spend it in this class, because it feels like an eternity.

Professor Binns was droning on about Goblin wars again, and frankly, Emma didn’t care. She’d much rather be doing Defence Against the Dark Arts, where her carer and teacher, Professor Cura, would make them all stand in lines and practice spells. Protego was the last spell they’d learnt. It produced a neat little shield which was capable of blocking most spells.

After nearly two months, Emma was finding it easier and easier to make her way through the school. Dumbledore had gotten some Magical Engineers to make her a very special device. She’d read the Braille on her timetable, and when she pressed her wand against her class, her feet would automatically take her on the path to the room – it was even accurate enough to help her find a seat!

Although she couldn’t stargaze with the rest of the class (which made her happy because she didn’t have to have a midnight class on Wednesdays) she read through the book quickly. This wasn’t written in Braille, but the Engineers had given her a device they called a ‘Speak Drive’ that allowed the books to be read aloud to her. Emma was well aware that this so-called magical device was really just a portable CD player with earphones, but she didn’t tell them that their great wizarding invention was a piece of muggle fun.

Percy and her had gotten closer and their group of friends was ever increasing. There was Audrey Lace, who Percy described as ‘tiny’ and ‘cute’. She helped Emma with getting to class before she was given the device, and Emma liked her very much. There was John Clearwater, a Ravenclaw, who shared their potions classes. Emma had fallen in love with his sense of humour, which was pure sarcasm and wit – the pair spent half their time being ridiculously sarcastic about everything in their lives. John’s sister Penelope also hung around with them all. Emma thought her a little boring compared to her brother, but Percy had mentioned how he found it the other way ‘round.

Emma tuned back in and vaguely heard the date ‘1803’ before the bell rang. She waited until most of the class was empty before leaving with Percy and Audrey.

“I have no idea what that was about.” Emma noted, as she pressed her timetable button for lunch.

“Something Goblins, something death, something boring ...” Audrey shrugged. “I dozed off.” She admitted and Emma laughed.

“I don’t see how knowing about Goblin revolutions are going to help my future career.” Percy said in annoyance.

“Come on Perce! You might end up working in the Goblin history section of the Ministry! And then you’ll wish you’d payed attention in class.” John smirked from behind them.

Emma and Audrey hid their smiles as Percy looked at them in confusion.

“I wouldn’t be hired in the Goblin history section of the Ministry – if it even exists, that is - if I didn’t know about Goblin history.” Percy said slowly.

“You might be onto something there, Perce.” Emma said, trying not to laugh.

“Leave him alone,” Penelope chastised as they walked into the Great Hall.

“I can’t help it.” John said, smirking. “You’re too easy a target, Percy.”

They ate their lunch at the Ravenclaw table. They didn’t know whether or not they were allowed to sit at another table but they didn’t care either.

As they nibbled on their sandwiches and bickered for the sake of bickering, John pulled all the tomato off his sandwich and put it into Percy’s drink.

“Who’s that?” Percy asked, pointing up at the teacher’s table. John turned to look, and Percy swapped their goblets around. Emma also turned to look over, before thinking: You’re blind, you idiot.

“Snape?” John said, turning back and looking confused.

“Yeah, it is. Sorry, I thought it was a woman.” Percy said, and the four of them burst out laughing.

Emma nearly fell off her chair, because she was laughing so hard. John started to cough and choke so he tried to drink some pumpkin juice and ended up choking on the tomato slices that were concealed in his drink.

“You rat bastard, Percy.” John choked out, as he gasped for air.

“Is he actually dying?” Emma said – he sounded terrible.

“John?” Penelope said, whacking him on the back. It did nothing. He coughed once more and his head hit his plate, sending vibrations through the table.

“What’s going on?” Emma asked in concern as Penelope started punching him and shouting his name.

Percy had gone pale as a ghost.

“John!” Audrey said loudly, also whacking him on the back.

They were so loud and terrified; the teachers had sensed something was wrong, and Professor McGonagall began to rush over. Penelope started crying, and Emma was still confused as to what was happening.

“What’s going on?” McGonagall said as she arrived behind them.

John sat up and wiped the food off of his face.

“Percy tried to kill me, Professor.”

“You’re going to wish he succeeded,” Emma muttered.

The next moment, Penelope shouted, “You enormous twat!” and slapped her brother across the face, knocking him straight off of his chair, where he lay on the ground laughing and in pain.

“Emma,” Professor McGonagall said in frustration. “What is going on?”

“I don’t know, miss.” She said honestly.

“He put tomato in Percy’s drink, so Percy swapped the glasses when John wasn’t looking and he drank it without knowing and started choking. And we thought he died, but he was just pretending.” Aubrey explained. “So, basically, John’s a twat.”

McGonagall stood there, speechless for a moment.

“You all know you’re meant to sit at your house tables for breakfast, lunch, and dinner – “

“No, we didn’t.” John said from the floor. Aubrey kicked him. “Ow.”

“Well you have to from now on, and you’ve all got detention on Friday night for causing a ruckus.”

“But Friday is the Halloween Feast!” John said again. He was probably the only one of them who was confident enough to argue about anything with a teacher.

“Perhaps you should have thought about that before pranking your friends, Mr. Clearwater.” She pursed her lips and walked off.

“John,” Emma said with a frown. “I’d like you to know that you really, really suck.”

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I literally only wrote this because I don't want to finish my assignment. God damn it. Hope you enjoyed it, :)