Sucked In

chapter 6

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"Hey, I'll catch up with you guys," I call after Hermione. "I need to go to the bathroom."

"Ok!" she yells over her shoulder. "You remember where the room is?"

I show her a thumbs-up, and she smiles in response, her pink cheeks glowing. I turn, and make my way to the girls bathroom.

I push open the door, cautiously. It was empty. I walk over to the mirrors, and bend down over the sink. I splash my face with the cold water, and soon the room stops spinning and the hotness in my face returns to its regular temperature. I pat my face dry with my robes, which leaves a suspicious looking stain. I groan, and try to rub it off, like that'll do anything. For a moment, I considered locking myself in the bathroom stall and waiting out the day. I can barely survive regular school, how on earth was I supposed to do magic. I decided against it, though. The last thing I needed was someone spotting me in here and ratting me out to the entire school. I'd never hear the end of it.

After taking three wrong turns, I finally find Snape's room. I open the door, and stand in the doorway. Everybody's heads turn to me. God, this school has a problem with staring. I held my breath.

Snape looks eerily delighted to see me show up late. I could almost see the cogs in his brain ticking, him formulating methods to embarrass me.

"Sorry, professor. I was in the bathro-"

"You were not called on to speak, Ms Nibley. If you are late once more, it will be an immediate detention. Take a seat." He gave me a cold stare.

I scan the room. It was Gryffindor and Slytherin, divided into two halves. I wasn't sure if there was assigned seating, or if they just chose to sit that way. Sadly there were no spare seats on the Gryffindor half, so I walked slowly to the area of the room where the Slytherin's sat. They were all staring. I managed to sneak a quick glance at Hermione, who was sitting next to Parvati. They both gave me an apologetic look.

"Yes, Ms Nibley. A little slower shall do it." Snape said from his desk, loftily. He twirled a pen in his hand, as he smirked at my embarrassment. The class laughed.

Find a desk, Jaida. Now.

There was a desk in the middle where only one person sat, but the entire table was covered with books. Snape saw me staring.

"There, Ms Nibley. Sit. Now." He pointed at the empty chair.

"Professor, I need to put my bag there." The person sitting there protested, their voice strained. Clearly they did not want to sit next to me.

"Mr Malfoy, your books will be fine on the floor like everybody else."

Draco scoffs, and moves his books and bag from the table. I sit down, awkwardly. I try to smile, politely. He glares, then his lips began to curl.

"Did you piss yourself?" He says.

"What?" Oh, my robes. Great.

"Today we will be brewing Veritaserum." Snape says, pacing the room. "Ms Nibley. Given you were late, perhaps you can define the purpose of Veritaserum for the class."

You've got to be kidding me. I knew everybody was staring at me, and I didn't want my head to spin again, so my eyes stayed focused on the desk, as if the answer would suddenly appear.

"Look at me when you are asked something, Ms Nibley." Snape's droning voice was enough to give me a headache. Gosh, can't he just leave me alone?

I looked up, slowly. In my peripheral vision, I could see Hermoine's hand straight up, she was almost falling off of her chair. "I don't know, sir."