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On Monday Padma tried waking us up early.
“You wake me up again Padma Patil and I will use this dungbomb in your closet and everyone will think you have bad body odour!” I had shrieked at her.
“That dungbomb will smell up the entire room,” she said, looking at me as though I were a maniac.
“Then we'll go down together!!” I cried with my eyes popping. Padma backed slowly out of the room so I went back to sleep, cradling the dungbomb as though it were my first born child.
For the next few days, at least, we wouldn't have to put up with Padma waking us up before we had to. It was a mean thing to do, but for a sleep-in, it was worth it. Morag had taken up staring at Anthony Goldstein as though he were something shiny. The girl changed crushes almost as quickly as she changed underwear.
Filch was stalking the corridors like a madman. He was at his wit's end trying to find the culprit for the 'smell crime' as the Weasley boys had dubbed it. Every time I saw Filch I had to control myself from laughing.
The only downside was seeing Pansy Parkinson flirting with Draco Malfoy. I was so close to hexing her with a boils curse that I would probably need to be restrained. It was over breakfast that I had seen them, and the pancakes lost their usual taste.
“Is there something you want to tell me sweets?” Mandy asked, looking from Draco to me.
“When I was little I had two imaginary friends and they only played with each other,” I said, hoping to divert the conversation to something frivolous.
“That explains a lot. But perhaps there's something a little closer to your heart you want to discuss?” she asked, but it was really more of a statement.
I tried to think of something random, but just ended up saying, “I'll tell you later,” in a dejected sorrowful voice.
But the universe decided to have a field day with me, simply because it could.
We had History of Magic first followed by Ancient Runes, Herbology double in the middle of the day followed by Astronomy theory that afternoon. All classes were with the Slytherins. I felt like hexing myself just to get out of it.
So it was to be that with a heavy heart, a maniac's mind and large breasts for my frame that I took my wand and began to get ready to hex myself. I took a deep breath and... ... ...
Mandy pushed me to class. I didn't have to tell the girl a thing, she knew what I was thinking and threatened to take my wand off me if I tried anything. I wanted to break down in tears and tell her that I wouldn't go, but instead settled for yelling “MOLESTATION!” alternated with “SHE'S TOUCHING ME IN MY SPECIAL PLACES!” all the way to each class whenever she grabbed my arm and had to drag me.
History of Magic was fine. I resisted the urge to turn around and stare at Draco. Mandy made sure we got seats at the front of the class. It really was too close for comfort, I could feel the cold aura emanating from Professor Binns.
Herbology didn't go so well. Because I had held us up by simply refusing to walk, we arrived late and needed to take the only seats available, which happened to be next to Malfoy. Mandy had walked in ahead of me and sat furthest from him, forcing me sit right next to him.
I sunk down in my seat, feeling very small indeed. I figured after coming in late I shouldn't shake my fist at the sky and ask “WHY?” out of nowhere. The lesson was theory, and for the first time in a while, I sat and took notes, being able to just smell Malfoy's cologne. Eventually I couldn't take it any more and started drawing on a piece of parchment. I drew it for Mandy, it was Professor Sprout getting attacked by Devils Snare.
I felt eyes on me and saw Malfoy raise that eyebrow again. My eye wanted to twitch so badly.
“What?” I mouthed at him. He tore off the bottom of my parchment and wrote.
Aren't you a Ravenclaw? Shouldn't you be listening to this?
I rolled my eyes at him and continued sketching.
After the Herbology double was Ancient Runes, the only lesson I didn't have with Mandy. But Mandy had other plans, she wasn't going to let me get off that easily, and she was paying me back for yelling molestation and such when she was pulling me to class.
“Excuse me, Malfoy?” asked Mandy. I looked at her askance. What's she doing?
“What do want, Brocklehurst, going to whistle at me again?” he drawled.
Mandy gave me a nasty look and I think I shrank a little, “would you kindly escort Evee here to her next class? I believe she has it with you,” and she smiled and walked away.
“Why do you need to be escorted?” asked Malfoy.
“Oh, no reason, she's just very protective of me,” I answered with a shrug. I know that I probably didn't sound too convincing, but I couldn't think of anything on the spot.
“So, do you prefer to be called Evee?” he asked and walked next to me.
“It's what friends call me,” I answered. Where the heck has my wit gone??
“So, you'd be opposed to someone like myself calling you Evee?” he asked.
“Well, you generally call me Rivera anyway,” I said. I know I can do better than this!
He just shrugged and gestured at me to walk next to him. We walked to class and I could hear my heartbeat resounding. I was unconsciously playing with my hair, shooting coy looks at him and then mentally berating myself after each.
How can one male do this to me? It's insulting!
“So, do you have any idea what you're going to do after you finish school?” I asked him. Innocent enough question.
“Follow in my fathers footsteps, sorting out the Ministry of Magic, something along those lines,” he replied. Those eyes bore into mine and I felt as though he was examining my soul, “so how do you know a spell to get out bloodstains?”
“You're right, I really should be more worried about getting rid of the body,” I said. Ah, there I am.
“Why weren't you put in Slytherin?” he asked with a sneer.
“Oh, that did go under consideration,” I said, “but when the Sorting Hat and I matched wills, the winner chose Ravenclaw,”
“So who was the winner?” he asked with an intrigued look.
“Too late, Malfoy,” I said as the Professor arrived and I walked straight into Ancient Runes, grinning from ear to ear.
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The internal mechanics of Ravenclaw had changed. In previous years we were caught debating until late at night, now we all argued over the breakfast table. Studying went later and later into the night. Professor Umbridge was giving everyone a headache except the Slytherins, which was suspicious enough. Something delicate had changed at Hogwarts, but as I didn't particularly mind the change, I refused to let my curiosity get the better of me and accepted the change as best as possible.
“I always like to take life with a grain of salt, some lemon and a shot of tequila,” I shot back at Anthony. It was breakfast and everyone was beginning to get used to having a rowdy Ravenclaw table, many of the other houses enjoying the spectacle.
Padma was arguing with Morag and Mandy about theology as well, Mandy sat next to me and continued arguing across the table. Nobody in our grade had had much sleep due to the immense amount of homework and everyone was arguing.
“God is just a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh,” Mandy shouted at Morag and was waving around her fork as though wielding a weapon.
I was laughing my head off when I felt eyes on me. I turned around and saw Malfoy, looking at me with intensity. He inclined his head in greeting as my heart leapt. I smiled and turned back to the argument but could still feel those eyes on me. It sent a shiver down my spine.
Why is it so quiet? Was I caught looking at Malfoy? Why are they all looking at me? But I had missed something, everyone at the Ravenclaw table was looking at me. The table was completely silent. Evidently someone had insulted me but what to say? And who said what?
I took a deep breath, “Ever wonder why god-centered religions blame women for everything?”
It was the right thing to say as everyone started yelling and screaming again, and I bit into my bacon, still feeling those gorgeous Malfoy eyes on me, still smiling like an idiot and still ready to throw around insults, giving out as much as I got.
Regular day, I thought to myself.
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