Magic - A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Teased

Skye tapped her pencil quietly on her desk, trying to remember the notes she had taken. Her score on this test could bring her math grade from a B to an A. She wanted to keep her straight-A streak the whole semester. Solve this problem using PEMDAS. Suddenly, her test paper started to move across her desk and on to the floor, completely without her doing. Surprised, she quickly scrambled to grab it, disrupting the class. Embarrassed, she sat back down and mouthed a quick sorry to her professor.

Things like that happening were not unusual on a typical school day. On Monday that same week, she raised her hand in class, causing her desk to lift with her, and fell out of her chair.  Sometimes, however, things would happen that would cause her to be mocked and laughed at by her classmates.

Half an hour later, in art class, Skye's class was painting. Skye was struggling to copy the example and was instead trying to create her own masterpiece. Jackson leaned over from his easel and looked at hers.

"You're doing it wrong, and that looks awful!" He said before returning to his work. This made Skye angry, but she controlled herself. She clenched her hand into a fist and took a deep breath. SPLASH!!!! Both Skye and Jackson were covered in a rainbow of paint. Skye looked up to see the paints above her and Jackson's easels completely open and tipped upside down.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!?" Jackson yelled. Mrs. J, the art professor hurried over to them. 

"To the nurse, both of you, now," she told them. She looked at Skye, "I'll have a word with your parents. This behavior has got to stop." As Skye walked out of the classroom, some of her classmates laughed.

"Hey look, it's paint-spill girl."

"Have you tried anger management?"

"She's a witch with evil powers!"

"Oooooh."

Skye tried to ignore the teasing, but it was hard. Instead of playing with her friends this recess, she was sitting on the concrete against the brick wall. I'm too dangerous for my own good. She thought. I make too many mistakes, there must be something wrong with me.

Skye went home that afternoon and ran to her room, after saying hi to her parents and dropping her paint-covered clothes in the washing machine.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Go away," Skye muttered, just loud enough to be heard from the other side of her door. She really didn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment.

"Skye," a voice answered, "It's just me. Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" Skye didn't answer. Her door opened and her dad walked in. He sat down on her bed next to her. Skye didn't look up from the book she was reading.

"What happened today?" her dad asked.

"I shouldn't be allowed to go back," Skye said quietly.

"Back where?"

"To school! There's clearly something wrong with me!"

Her dad's face turned into a frown. "Why do you say that?"

"Everything bad keeps happening to me. I cause things to happen that get me in trouble and I don't even know how I'm doing them."

"Sweetie, there's nothing wrong with you. You're amazing and unique just the way you are." Skye finally looked up at her father. She half-smiled. "Tell you what, I'll talk to your mother about it and I'll let you stay home from school tomorrow."

"Thank you so much, Dad!" Skye hugged him before he walked out of her room.