Plot Twist [GEORGE WEASLEY]

8.

Classes were soon in session when Amara got back. Her mind was rested. She was well prepared to combat essays and countless piles of homework. Also, her war with the twins was going to start. She had to write up some plans.

Her shoulders missed the heaviness of her backpack and the humongous books in it. Humming, the girl skipped the corridors off to her first lesson. Potions.  

When she arrived, streams of light escaped through the window. Shadows were cast over all the desks. A single silhouette of man could only be seen. Some students were already early. Frightened, Amara tiptoed into the room. There sitting in their usual table was Camilla. She gestured for Amara to hurry over.

"What is going on?" whispered Amara.

The curtain drew back little, revealing Snape in his glory. Ah, he always had the flair for the dramatics. With his dark, beady eyes he regarded her. "If you insolent children don't get prepared on time, then what is the use of teaching you Potions?" He spat.

Amara never liked Snape. Words about his mistreatment often came from different students. She remembered the term before where she had detention with him. She also recalled James, a sweet Hufflepuff, was given detention as well. James, Amara thought. She remembered that she sent his Christmas present to him. Although, she never got a response back.

The Potions class got up to the usual antics. Cauldrons exploded. Curses muttered under breaths. The putrid smell of rotten eggs assaulting their senses. Not to mention, Amara's hair stood up, curls shocked by the fumes of the cauldron. Camilla's and Gina's hair were the same. Gina, disgruntled, squinted at her potion. Amara's other friend, Camilla, stirred the potion with apathy.

Only one of Amara's group of friends were enjoying the class. Rose sprinkled ingredients here and there as she was preparing a cake, not a potion. Her hair, to Amara's jealousy, wasn't reacting to the potion's fumes, and remained silky and tamed.

Snape nodded at Rose's potion and ignored the three others which were displayed before him. Biting down several obscenities, Amara steered her wavering focus to her textbook. At the end of the class, she had reached an acceptable nod from Snape, who dismissed them.

The day went by like lightning. Speaking of lightning, the sky cried torrents of cold rain down Scotland. Occasional lightning and thunder would perturb her once in a while. Despite that, it lit up Amara's heart and mood. Their lunch was accompanied by the grey skies, raindrops were falling on window sills and gentle thunder.

Rather ravenous, Rose inhaled her mashed potatoes. Rose's three other friends ate, deeply fascinated with Rose.

"Her animal instincts are taking over her delicate tendencies," Amara said, before stuffing her mouth with a sandwich.

"Is she returning to the animal kingdom, at last?"

Rose didn't listen as her eyes were attached to someone.

Most specifically, Peter. Peter just had entered the hall. James was next to him, laughing heartily. The pair stopped when they felt four pairs of eyes on them. Rose blushed, mouth still stuffed with mashed potatoes. She gulped quickly, as Peter approached them.

"Hey," Peter smiled, which shocked Amara immensely, as she thought Peter could not do such a thing.

"Hi!" squeaked Rose.

Someone patted Amara on the shoulder. It was James. "My friend is head over heels over your friend."

"My friend likes your friend too. They're both idiots," Amara shook her head, laughing at Rose's and Peter's awful attempt at a conversation. James laughed as well. His kind gaze averted to her right, where someone had caught his attention.