From the Other Side

COS October

 It was definite that the weather was growing colder, and the leaves were turning slightly hazel. Lessons were normal, and the school was considerably calm. Potions was easily my best subject, and I loathed Defense Against the Dark Arts. Most of the girls in my class practically fell on their knees for Lockhart, but in my opinion; he was stuck up his own backside.

Potions, however, was a different matter. I constantly found myself being enjoyed in the environment; making potions, listening to Snape’s unboring lectures on Potions, and most of all, Snape having a go at the Gryffindors.

 Charms was simply something to go by, Transfiguration was good, but another lesson that I really couldn’t deal with was History of Magic, which was taught my Professor Binns, who happened to be a ghost.

 Although, whether my lesson was boring or interesting, when I daydreamed, it was always about the same thing, or, correction, the same person.

 Draco was so arrogant, that he thought he was the best at everything. Something inside me still longed for him, but been as I refused to talk to him, I respected the fact that my crush would soon disappear.

 “Brooke” Camille whispered in a Transfiguration lesson one day. “Brooke, I need help. How on Earth do I turn this into a feather?”

 I looked at her with a dull expression, and then looked down at my own piece of cloth, which now looked like more of a leaf than a feather.

 “Don’t ask me!” I whispered back, as Professor McGonagall had moved from the table next to us to the front of the class. “I’m just as bad as you are!”

 “Now, now!” Professor McGonagall roared above the noise. “There is more technique in Transfiguration than you think, isn’t it? I expect this to be done perfectly, even if it does take more than a week to master. You must work hard, because Transfiguration will come most handy in the future. Now I’ve noticed some of you have transfigured your cloth into something other than a feather, and you seemed quite pleased, but on the contrary, you shouldn’t. Imagine if you wanted to transfigure yourselves into, say, an animal, and you turned into a bed, that wouldn’t come off very handy, would it? You wouldn’t be able to change yourself back! Now, practice this as homework tonight, for I have you tomorrow. If you cannot produce a feather by then, I warn you in advance that you will have more homework for the coming week!” she paused, as the class sat bored at her speech. “You may pack up now”

 I stuffed my wand, books and leaf into my bag, which was over flowing already from homework I had from other classes. Camille was finished a few seconds after me, and as soon as the bell went, we strode out into the busy corridor. We met a few of our other friends; Celeste, Noelle and Raen, who were a year older, and continued down the corridor towards the Great Hall for dinner.

 There were a few people going the opposite way, probably to get their coats from dormitories as the mid-October breeze was very chilly. We continued walking towards the Hall, and my stomach was starting to roar with hunger. Three people who walked past caught my eye; and they were no other than Harry Potter, Ginny’s brother, and that Granger girl, walking in a hurry in the opposite direction. I watched them for a while, but suddenly, I felt a lot of weight bash against my shoulder, pushing my backwards slightly.

 I looked up, and so no other than Draco Malfoy. He looked down on me, breathing deeply, and his eyes twinkled as they looked into mine. I stopped dead, and it seemed longer than a second before he mumbled ‘sorry’, and strode off, shouting down the corridor.

 “Hey, Potter! Where you off in such a hurry?”

 I turned to the other girls, who hadn’t waited for me, but weren’t so far ahead, because the moment I just had with Draco seemed longer than it was.