The Potions Master

seveитуsiж: nightmares, and investigation

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Ah... morning. I sat up from my bed and pat my head a few times. FINALLY! I felt the sides if my head my regular ears were back! It was about time, the week had ended and now it was the weekend. Saturday. I already did Ron's homework, which Hermione had found out, and she scolded him. But I did it willingly, hey, a deals a deal. He did end up apologizing so that was okay. Nothing really happened the last few days. Draco was still acting odd, Harry was reading every time I saw him, he was... infatuated. And Professor Snape would hardly acknowledge me unless I forced him to.

I didn't have anything to look forward to today. So I felt less motivated. Usually my classes get me going, but now.. It's the weekend.

And I wasn't aloud to Hogsmeade. Because I still haven't seen my parents since... how long? Too long. I was homesick even. They haven't been writing to me and I don't even know where they are.

I didn't have any friends to necessarily turn to. Harry probably has quidditch practice today. Corrie practically begged me to join Slytherin because I was the best Seeker they'd had in years. Sadly, I couldn't even touch a broom. I tried to try out, I did. But flying up there.. Being up there, I just couldn't. Not after Anthony.

I should get ready and go to breakfast.

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I quickly head through the dungeon halls, it was cold and unforgiving today down here. I shivered, rubbing my arms. I didn't want to be late for breakfast. Im starved.

"Hey Potter Wannabe, whats up?" I was suddenly shoved into a wall, my face impacted hard. I turned to face whoever it was who had just shoved me. Oh. A bully.

"Weren't you supposed to have graduated?"

I asked raising an eyebrow at him. His eyes narrowed down at me. "That's none of your business loser". He hissed.

I glared. "Get lost". I muttered and walked past him, but he extended his leg and tripped me. I landed onto my fore arms, I growled becoming irritable. "You had a free ride in your fifth year because of what you know who did to you, not this year L/n". He whispered, bending down to me. I glared at him. I spit on him and he kicked my side. I winced, squeezing my eyes shut. "We all know your one of his anyway". He kicked me again, spitting in my hair. I quickly tried to get it out from disgust. I groaned and rubbed my side. "Catch you later". He hummed tauntingly and quickly left.

I sighed. Not this again... C'mon Merlin, I thought we were over this...

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After a furious session of cleaning the spit out of my hair in the lavatory I was finally at breakfast. Although, I was sat alone and most of the tables were almost empty. I had just barely made it. The only people around were some teachers at the table (yes, snape), and Neville conversing with Luna. A few unfamiliar Slytherins. Thats it.

I liked to see Neville now that he isn't that scared little boy he used to be. He was always nice, just a bit of a wuss.

I ate my cereal and yawned. I was already tired of being awake. I sat at the end of the table alone, cold, and my side hurt. He had some hard shoes. What was his name... Zander?

Poor slug probably got held back. I hated that guy with everything in me. I was instinctively glaring at my cereal just thinking about that guy! He's bullied me since day one. I know people tell me to not fight fire with fire but that's exactly how it's going to go if he doesn't shove off.

I gripped my spoon. Stupid brown hair, his stupid face. It got me wondering, how on earth was he not placed in Slytherin?

Well, you know what? I'm glad he's not in our house. I wouldn't stand having to see him in my common room. Who does he think he is? bullying me,
I'll show him—