River(Fred Weasley)

02: EW, MUCUS

Previously:

Up to this day I think that that was a very mean thing to do to an 11 year old child, who was very confused and hadn't had the slightest idea where she wanted to go. I thought a lot and finally said Slytherin, which I would come to regret only hours later. I liked Slytherin, but no one told me about their despise for the muggle borns and that I would be mercilessly made fun of. But it was what it was. At least I got to be a witch and that was good enough all on its own.

I was running towards the potions classroom, with hair disheveled and my notebook under my arm. I slept in and was quite late, so I didn't really have time to eat breakfast or get ready properly. Snape was probably not going to take any points off but still, I liked potions and I liked Snape and I didn't want him to think that I was being disrespectful. 

It has been two weeks since we arrived back to school and it has been hard. This year was the year of O.W.Ls for my generation and it seemed as if the professors took that very seriously. We had a lot of homework, long classes and on top of that I had Quidditch practice, which was now more intense than ever. Plus the whole Sirius Black thing and the dementors floating around... I've heard about him before I got on the train and I was just glad that my dad wasn't a wizard and didn't know about him, otherwise he probably wouldn't let me out of the house.

I entered the classroom but surprisingly, I wasn't the main focus of attention. Snape's head flinched towards me and he merely waved me to sit down. His main focus were the Weasley twins who secretly put some kind of a home made smoking bomb into Doug's brew and his potion exploded. I snickered and sat down next to Natalie.

"Oh boy, what did I miss?"

"You think you are terribly funny, Weasleys! Maybe you should try what you have created and with a little luck, you'll grow an extra pair of hands! That will be 50 points off of Gryffindor! Now sit and be quiet, if you don't want me to take off any more." Snape's eyes now stopped on me.

"Nice to have you join us, Ms. Graham." He slyly said. "It is indeed very nice of you to grace us with your presence." It was obvious that he was in a bad mood and I angrily looked at the twins. They always just had to make trouble. 

"Why do they feel the need to do that all the fucking time?" I whispered to Natalie, but she barely looked at me. Ever since we came to Hogwards it was quite obvious that she didn't really want to be my friend anymore. She changed during the summer and it seemed that me being a muggle born and all finally started to bother her.

"Shush, stop talking Martha, Snape's in a bad mood."

"Snape is always in a bad mood."

"Graham!" Snape turned towards me and his eyes were shooting lightning. "I have had enough of you all! Is this class a joke to you? Change seats with Weasley, maybe that'll stop you from running your loud mouth!" I exchanged looks with the twins.

"Emm... which one?"

"I don't care which one!" I stood up and switched George, who went to sit with Natalie. 

"What are we doing?" I asked him and he shrugged.

"I don't know. Something about a healing potion for burns but I've got no clue. Good thing I'm paired up with you, you're kind of a nerd aren't you?" I scoffed and started looking for the instructions in the notebook.

"I'm not a nerd, I'm just smart. Here it is, the healing potion for third degree burns. Where did you leave off?" Working with Fred Weasley was like working by yourself with a very annoying alarm clock in the back which kept going off. He was very chatty and had zero interest in learning potions.

"How come you were late?" I was measuring the length of our withered frog legs while he was bowling some kind of an egg.

"I slept in, I had a late practice yesterday. Are you boiling it at 200 degrees?"

"You don't need to be so bossy." I gave him a glare.

"I am not bossy, I'm just tired and working with an incompetent potions partner."

"And now you're being mean, I like that in a girl." I raised my eyebrow and put the frog legs into the brew.

"And you are flirting." Fred and George both had a flirty demeanor when speaking to people. That was the first thing I noticed about them when they met. "Have you got your egg ready?" Fred snickered and passed me the egg.

"What's wrong with flirting?" Even though it had been boiling for minutes the egg was cold as a stone. 

"Nothing, I was just pointing it out, in case you weren't aware of it." I was about to throw the egg into the brew but something hit me in the back of the head. I turned around and picked up a crumbled piece of paper, which had been aimed at me. I opened it and my heart sunk a little bit. Fred started at the black bold letters saying MUDBLOOD, frowned and looked at the two snickering boys behind us.

"Assholes! How could they say something like that, aren't you in the same house?" I crumbled the paper again and put it in my pocket. 

"Yeah, so what? I'm still a muggle born." I said through my teeth and tried to swallow my pride and not make a scene. 

"I didn't know you were a muggle born."

"Why would you? We're not really friends now are we?" Bitterness was clearly noticeable in my voice, not because we weren't friends but because of the tone he used, like he pitied me. And If I hated anything, that was definitely pity. 

"Well yeah, but... you're in Slytherin. And you were always good at everything magical so I guess I just supposed that you were a pure blood." He looked at me kindly and I smiled, gratefully accepting the compliment regarding my magic abilities. 

"Whatever." I finally threw the egg in the potion, but to my surprise it immediately exploded. The purple sticky liquid went up into the air and splashed on the ceiling, leaving me and Fred covered with a smelly thick mucus. Chills went up and down my body from disgust and the entire room went quiet with me and Fred shockingly looking at the pot.

"You should be very proud of yourself mister Weasley, you've cost your house 100 points in one day! Get out of my face, both of you!"