I sat on the Knight Bus on the way to King’s Cross behind a bunch of dimwit girls. They were talking about none other than the famous Sirius Black, the marauder’s very own man whore.
Black and I go way back. This is actually the only time in the last five years I have admitted to have been actual friends with that bastard. But now is not the time for that story.
I sat, waiting for my suffering to end, but sadly it didn’t end soon enough. The two last people I ever wanted to see sat in the row in
front of me. Potter and Black.
“Well hello Mallie,” Black said, grinning. “Have a nice holiday?”
I said nothing. Once you get in a conversation with them you’re in trouble.
“You know the polite thing would be to answer,” he said.
I said nothing yet again and pretended to be interested in the book in my hands.
“Mallie, Mallie, Mallie,” Potter said, “We’re just trying to be friendly.”
I said nothing again as I read my book. It was relatively good. It’s called “Pride and Prejudice”. It’s by some dead muggle woman.
“Mallie, why don’t you come out of your self-centered little shell and talk to us?” Black asked.
Usually I’d ignore them and pretend I didn’t hear them. That’s number 14 on my list. Too many people let themselves be pushed around. Well I’m not making the same mistake again.
“Need something?” I asked, looking up.
“It’s a miracle.” Potter said, “The mute finally speaks.”
“Like I said, need something?” I asked.
“Isn’t she cranky?” Black mused.
“So, Mallie, did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or in the wrong bed?” Potter asked.
“King’s Cross,” the conductor announced.
I nearly run out of the bus to be caught by my brother who works on the Knight Bus.
“Try to behave this year,” he told me.
“No promises,” I said dragging my trunk in to the station.
“I’m serious, Mal,” he said, “If I get another owl saying the potions lab blew up before exams…”
“You have no proof I did it,” I said. So maybe I blew it up, but Slughorn was being a prick and no one got hurt.
“Don’t do it again,” he snapped.
“Yes dad,” I said, rolling my eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but
I stopped him. “I gotta go or I’ll have to explain to Meg how my bastard brother made me miss the train.”
Without even waiting for him to yell I took my trunk and walked off.
“Who was that, Mallie?” I heard Potter ask.
“Don’t you two ever get tired of annoying me,” I snapped.
“It was a harmless question,” he said innocently.
“My brother,” I said shortly before quickening my pace.
“Now that wasn’t too hard, was it?” Black asked.
“Mal,” my friend, Meg said, “Let’s go.” I love how she magically appears when I need her most.
“Lovely talking to you,” I said to Black and Potter, “Let’s never do it again. Bye.”
With that I took off after Meg. Meg’s probably the sweetest, quietest person I’ve ever met. She’s absolutely terrified to talk in front of people or be the center of attention. Even teachers calling on her can make her faint. That’s why I’m so quiet at school, so nobody notices Meg.
“What’s up?” she asked quietly.
“The usual,” I said casually, “Except I actually had my first conversation with the bastard brothers.”
“Sirius and James?” she asked surprised.
“Yeah,” I said, “They wouldn’t leave me alone.”
“Just don’t get all popular and leave me,” she said.
“Me popular? You’re hilarious,” I said dryly.
“So did you find him?” she asked, getting straight to the point once we found a compartment.
“I told you I don’t want to know,” I said.
“But Mals,” she whined, “You and him had such potential.”
“So? You cherish it when you got it, but when it’s done disregard it,” I said. “No use crying over what’s gone.”
“How can you be so passive?” she demanded.
“And how can you be the quietest girl in school and still be passionate?” I shot back.
“Umm…” I heard Lupin say, “Meg, can we talk?”
I turned to see him alone. It wasn’t that bad when he was alone.
“Yeah,” she said in a barely audible voice.
“Well I have to go talk to Lily,” I said, “Catch you two later.” I took off.
Just my luck made Black and Potter coming my way. Lady Luck’s a bitch sometimes.
“Oy, Mallie,” Potter said, “Mallie!”
“Are you two ever going to leave me alone?” I groaned.
“We’re just wondering where Evans is,” Black said.
“Try under a rock,” I said, trying to get away.
“What?” Potter asked confused as he and Black blocked the corridor.
“Can I get through?” I asked.
“No,” Black said.
I rolled my eyes before ducking under his arm and walking past him.
“Wait! Have you seen Remus?” he called after me.
“Yes,” I said before walking off.
This year I was not going to take their shit.
“Mallie!!!” Potter called after me.
I was nearly laid out by some Slytherin big shot who wasn’t paying attention.
“Watch yourself,” he barked.
“Mallie,” Potter said, catch up to me.
“Well, well Potter,” he smirked. “Got yourself another little girlfriend? Or are you sharing her with Black?”
“Shove it, McGrady,” Black growled.
“I’m sure another little whore means nothing to you,” he said. “You got them lined up to go to bed with you.”
“Padfoot, Mallie, let’s go,” Potter said, sensing a problem.
“I’m sure that when you’re done with her she can go brag to her other nickel whore friends,” he said.
I hit him. Not like a slap, but a nose-breaking punch.
“Bitch! You broke my nose!” he exclaimed.
“He’s this way,” I said to Potter and Black, who were still gaping over the bloody mess of McGrady’s nose.
I walked towards the compartment Meg and Remus were in. Potter and Black had to jog to keep up.
“Do you usually go around breaking people’s noses?” Potter asked.
“Only when I get really pissed,” I answered, leading them to the compartment.
“Note to self,” I heard Potter mutter, “Never piss her off too much.”
I opened the door to see two very hot and heavy people playing tonsil hockey. At first I thought I had got the wrong compartment, but I hadn’t. Meg was in there snogging the hell out of Remus Lupin, the best friend of the two people I hate most in the school.
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