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Holly's pov
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"Fucking Professor Binns." I grumbled as I stomped of towards the History classroom. It seemed that after his death he was determined to kill everyone else he came in contact with - and his weapon of choice? Boredom.
It was impossible to remain conscious in a lesson with that man, droning about Goblin wars and Troll revolutions. The chamber cast in dim lighting and containing a roaring fire. The History rooms have the same atmosphere as the common rooms in Gryffindor tower, that is, if you ignore the smell of dusty books and the stale stench of the furniture.
Trust my luck he caught me early on a Monday morning, during a pleasant dream with not a single name, date or time jotted down in my book that has remained empty all term.
I think someone must have placed a rather horrid curse on me, as the evening of my consequential detention happened to fall on the night of the biggest party of the year: The celebration of Gryffindor winning the final quidditch match against Slytherin.
I stormed into the overly warm classroom, the Professor barely acknowledged my entering before settling himself back into his chair, snoring.
A pile of books were stacked on top of his desk, and the blackboard behind his read:
'DETENTION 10/10/96: First Year Markings Start: 19:00 End: 22:00'
An exasperating groan left me, before I jumped at the sudden giggle behind me. I whirled around and met the eyes of Pansy Parkinson, leant across the desk on her elbows a smirk growing on her face.
"You're making this a regular occurrence, Cohen." She spoke in a low voice, as to not disturb the sleeping Professor. "What are you doing here?" I hissed as I took my seat opposite her. "Hey! You're not the only one who can skip History." She gestured towards a larger heap of papers next to her. "And don't tell me you aren't glad to have someone to help you out with this load."
"I didn't skip history!" I glared at her. I had so many places i'd rather be right now. "And of course not. Your a Slytherin." "Oh what's got you in a mood!" She kicked me under the desk, still grinning. "Your lot won the quidditch match didn't they? House rivalry's over for the year!" I kicked her back. Hard. "Yeah and i'm missing out on all the bloody celebrations right now!"
"Come on, Holly, i'm hurt! You prefer Potter's company over mine?" She feigned shock, but stopped when she noticed my glare again. "Okay, fine. I think I know what'll cheer you up."
She rummaged around in her bag, removing a thin silver box. "Cigarettes?" I raised an eyebrows She wiggled hers back at me. "The fun kind. Fancy ditching Binns?"
