An Unlikelyhood of Endings

chapter one: potions

Alice's point of view

    Light cast through the half-circle windows down onto my face, disturbing my once peaceful sleep. I lay in my four-poster bed, the canary yellow curtains drawn around me only allowing a speck of the light from outside into the room. Ferris, my cat senses that I'm awake and comes to lay on my chest. As I lay there while stroking Ferris I imagine what today is going to be like, getting up and going to the Great Hall ready for the start of the fourth year. Last night Dumbledore announced the Triwizard Tournament and introduced two other schools that would be competing in the tournament, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Anyone with half a brain would be foolish to enter, it's the easiest way to get killed plus why would you want to participate in something so trivial? Nonetheless, some pig-headed ass is probably going to enter and try to gain eternal glory for winning the stupid tournament. Pulling the patchwork quilt off of myself while slowly getting up I set Ferris down, I rub my eyes and yawn stretching arms behind my head. I hear Clover getting up and I make my way over to her bed with Ferris cradled in my arms like a baby, getting in next to her to say good morning.

"Your girlfriend wants to see you, Ferris, play nice," I say to the white Siamese cat as it walks towards Clover's orange tabby Buffy.

"Good morning," I say through another yawn.

"Good morning! Are you ready for the first day of our fourth year? I'm so excited, especially for quidditch." Clover squeaked.

    This was our usual morning routine ever since we got to Hogwarts, I usually wake up first, scooting over to her bed with Ferris in my arms. We lay there talking about who knows what until it's time to start getting ready, Clover usually steers the conversation towards boys. Well, one boy in particular. Cedric Diggory. She's been head over heels ever since the night we got here. He's a year older than us, well two for me because Clover is 16 and I'm still 15. He helped us get acquainted with Hogwarts and introduced us to our dorm mates and only friends Hannah and Susan.

"Why? You don't even play quidditch."

"I just want to see you kick some Slytherin butt again. You hitting Malfoy off of his broom with the bludger last year was probably one of the best moments of my life." She laughed.

Hearing Clover talk like that was hilarious because if anyone else heard her talk like that her good-girl image would be gone in a second. Yet that coming from my mouth was understandable. Ever since we got to Hogwarts we've had these images put on us. Maybe it's because we're American and UK people tend to hold certain stereotypes about us or maybe it's simply the way we act. Even on the first night, everyone thought I was going to be a Slytherin and Clover was going to be a Hufflepuff, while part of that was true. Yet to everyone's astonishment the bitchy looking girl is a Hufflepuff. It's not like I hated the way people perceive me, don't get me wrong I love being intimidating but it gets pretty lonely when only one person truly knows who you are plus your cat. Hannah and Susan know me pretty well but not like Clover, we're best friends practically sisters. I mean I did move to a whole new country and school just to stay with her and ignore my parents.

"Yeah, that was pretty great. Even Oliver Wood congratulated me on that." I said with a smile.

"Come on lazy bones we have to get ready! Can't be looking like Bigfoot for the first day of term!" Clover pulled us both out of her bed and towards our trunks. Snatching Buffy up into her arms, cooing at her like she does every morning.

"Did someone call me?" Susan says from across the room, already in her robes and reading a book while sitting on her bed.

"No, I was calling Alice a lazy bones because she wouldn't get out of bed," Clover says with a laugh hauling her way over to Susan, laying her head in Susan's lap, Buffy still in her arms.