Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 9

"Ginny! Get up! Get up! We're going to be late!" Lucy screeched, tearing her trunk apart to find her uniform.

"What," Ginny groaned, pulling the curtains back on her bed.

"Class starts in ten minutes! We've slept in too late!" She hastily attacked her mess of hair with her brush.

"Oh no, we've got potions first!" Ginny said in a panicked voice, she scrambled out of bed and threw her pajamas off as she went. "Snape's going to murder us!"

"Is he really that bad?" Lucy asked, bucking her shoes.

"He's horrible," Ginny threw her hair up into a bun, "and he hates Gryffindors."

"This is going to make a great first impression," Lucy said sarcastically. It was her first day of classes and she would be late.

"Ok, I'm ready, let's go!" Ginny threw her bag over her shoulder and ran out of the dormitory, Lucy in suite.

They rushed through the portrait hole and knocked into a big, stocky figure with brown hair.

"Sawyer!" Lucy gasped in surprise.

"Good morning, girls, late on the first day?" He handed them both a blueberry muffin, "I have a free period, thought I would make sure you got to class and got something to eat."

"Thanks, we've got potions," Ginny cringed as they jogged through the halls.

"With Snape?! Rotten luck," Sawyer looked sympathetic.

"He's going to hate me," Lucy groaned, taking a bite out of her muffin, "it's my first day and we're going to be late."

"Isla and Mary could've woke us," Ginny grumbled.

"Why is our common room up so many staircases!" Lucy complained.

They made their way to the stairway leading to the dungeon just as the bell rang.

"Bollocks!" Ginny yelled in frustration, they sped up their pace and were at a near sprint.

"Here we are!" Ginny came to a halting stop.

"Good luck," Sawyer chuckled.

"Thanks," Lucy stood on her tip-toes and kissed his cheek, "I'll see you at lunch."

"Yeah, thanks!" Ginny said, shoving the remainder of her muffin in her mouth.

They opened the door and entered the dark classroom.

"Ms. Weasley, you're late," a voice drawled from the front of the room.

"Sorry, Professor," Lucy said, "we overslept."

She stepped out from behind the taller girl and faced the Potion's Professor.

His face screwed up as he studied her.

"And you are?" He asked.

"Lucy, Sir." She flashed a smile.

"Lucy?" He repeated.

"Lucy Evans," she frowned, Professor Snape had stumbled and a vial that was sitting on his desk clattered to the floor, "I'm a transfer student, from Beauxbatons."

"Very well, take your seats," he cleared his throat, trying to recomposes himself.

"Thank you, Sir," Lucy slid into an open chair, Ginny right beside her.

"That was odd, right?" Lucy whispered.

"Uhm, yeah," Ginny's eyes were wide and her jaw was slightly slacked, "I can't believe he just let us off like that. And the way he looked at you."