Chapter 2 : Chapter Two.
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Walburga Black sighed heavily as she looked in the mirror at the mess she had created. After last night’s break up with her two year beau, Lawson Flint, she had resorted to cutting off half of her shiny chestnut brown straight hair. She had skipped Transfiguration and was in bed with piles of old Witch Weeklys trying to figure out ways to fix her hair. Frustrated, she threw the last Witch Weekly onto the floor.
“Incendio,” she muttered, pointing her wand at the useless magazine.
She watched as the fire burned up the magazine whose cover proclaimed “Top Ten Ways To Get The Wizard of Your Dreams,” and “Three Simple Steps To Getting The Perfect Hair Colour”. After the fire had burned up most of the magazine, she quickly used Aguamenti and the fire was extinguished after a few shots at it. Sighing heavily, she got up from her bed and tried to pull her messily chopped hair into a bun. It looked disastrous but there was nothing she could do and being late for Double Potions did not appease her. She grabbed her Potions things and ran as fast as her thin legs could carry her to the Potions classroom. She knew that the Potions classroom was close as it was in the dungeons as well but she still wanted to be there soon.
“WALBURGA, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOUR HAIR?” a voice yelled behind her. She whipped around to see her best friend, Agatha Pucey, come towards her.
“I was hiding out in the dorm because I cutmyhairlastnightsinceIwasangrybecauseLawsonandIbrokeup,” Walburga mumbled.
“I think you should say that faster,” Aggie said sarcastically. “Try again, Burga.”
“I was hiding out in the dorm because I cut my hair into terrible shreds because Lawson and I broke up,”
Agatha almost looked sympathetic. Almost. Agatha did not get sympathetic. It did not happen.
“That’s why you were so upset last night,” Aggie said more softly than usual, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was in denial. Can we talk about this later?”
Agatha nodded and just as they walked into the classroom, they heard a yelp. The girls turned around and saw Lawson’s face covered in boils.
“Oops,” Aggie smirked. Walburga giggled softly and followed her to their regular spot.
Alphard Black was not in a good mood. He had not been in a good mood since half four when he woke up and he was not in a good mood now. The only smile that appeared on his thin, gaunt face that morning was when he saw Flint’s face covered in boils before Double Potions. Although Flint was his friend, Alphard did not admire the way Lawson split up with his sister last night. The reason that Alphard was not in a good mood in the first place was the fact that he had been rejected by Isadora Higgs yet again. He had declared himself in love with her in second year and had asked her out plenty of times since then but she would not budge. He sighed heavily and picked at his steak and kidney pudding. Finally finishing his pudding, he grabbed a chocolate éclair and started on that.
“Mate, you’ve got to get over her. It’s been four years!” Llewellyn Burke exclaimed.
“I know. I know.” Alphard sighed again. “I’m going to go grab my stuff from the dormitory. I’ll see you lot later.”
Alphard’s four dorm mates nodded their goodbye (Alphard ignored Lawson) and he walked off in the direction of the dungeons. He was just rounding the corner around the Main Staircase when he crashed into someone.
“OUCH!” A high pitched voice shrieked. Alphard looked down to see Evangeline Jones sprawled out on the ground.
“Watch where you’re going, Black!” The Gryffindor girl exclaimed.
“Sorry, Jones.” He sneered. “I’m not one to look out for Gryffindors.”
“Whatever, Black. Just leave me alone.”
“Fine with me.”
Evangeline stormed off, her light wavy hair bouncing up and down as she walked. Alphard smirked. Gryffindors were so easy to anger. He continued onto his dormitory in a much better mood than he had been in all day.
Minerva McGonagall was a proper young woman. She had been brought up by strict parents and was a firm stickler for the rules. Ever since she was a first year, she strived to work hard and maintained a good demeanour especially around teachers. So it was no surprise when she was made a Prefect last year along with Finley Brown. She took her Prefect duties way too seriously and sometimes even took over other people’s Prefect duties when even the Heads could not. Minerva was well known for her wit, intelligence, charisma, and severe sharpness at times.
She was friendly with the majority of her own House as well as a large number of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. She treasured her friends every single day and if anything were to happen to them she would not know what to do.
Minerva sat at the Gryffindor table slowly eating her pork chops and mash. She had felt a touch of uneasiness all day. Riddle’s unsmiling face had been appearing in her mind all day and she did not know why.
“Rubbish. It’s all rubbish.” She murmured softly. “I’m going bloody mad thinking about this.”
“What was that, Min?” Gwendolyn questioned, a confused look appearing on her face.
“Oh nothing, Gwen. Don’t worry about it.”
Gwendolyn raised an eyebrow.
“Whatever you say, Min.” She responded.
Minerva didn’t answer and went back to her pork chops. Once she was done, she pushed them away slowly and left without another word to the others. Evangeline shot her a confused look but Minerva ignored it and kept walking. Riddle had never affected her like this before. She had always thought of him as cold and yet he was quite popular. Truthfully, he was quite handsome but that did not mean a thing and Minerva was definitely not one to like a person based on their appearance.
Min reached up and fixed the loose strands that were falling out of her bun. She was so intent on getting Riddle’s face out of her mind that she didn’t realize where her feet were leading her. When things started to become slightly unfamiliar around her, she looked up and saw that she had managed to go all the way up to the fifth floor on the west side of the school. Feeling slightly dazed, she noticed a staircase leading to a door with no keyhole or doorknob. Instead, there was a bronze knocker shaped like an eagle on the door. Min’s eyes widened as she realized that this was probably the entrance to the Ravenclaw Tower. With a spark of the Gryffindor boldness inside her, she strode up the stairs, grabbed the knocker, and knocked firmly on the door.
“Like a dragon, fire is breathed out when consumed.
The first part of the name is what you would usually find alongside a condiment rarely used on top of a sweet tooth treat.
The second part of the name is another word for a magical relation of small folk.
What am I?”
Minerva thought for a moment and then replied smoothly, “Why, that’s simple. The answer is Pepper Imps!”
The door swung open and Minerva entered slowly. The wide, circular Common Room was vacant considering everyone was still downstairs in the Great Hall. She looked through the arched windows on the other side of the room and saw the beautiful, expansive mountains surrounding the castle. It was a breathtaking sight and Minerva just stood there gazing at them.
“Excuse me, what are you doing in my Common Room?” A voice said from behind her. Minerva clapped a hand to her chest in shock and turned around. A girl with dark lank hair and glasses stood in front of her, an annoyed look spread across her face mangling her already less than decent features. Minerva recognized the girl as Myrtle Langford, a fourth year Ravenclaw.
“I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and ended up here. I saw the door and decided to see what was on the other side. You have such a beautiful view of the mountains here.”
“Aren’t you that Gryffindor Prefect, Minerva McConcall?”
“McGonagall, actually.” Min said crisply.
“Whatever. If you were a better Prefect, you would do something about Olive Hornby. What a horrid girl.”
“It has never been brought to my attention before. Is she causing you problems?”
Myrtle nodded and looked at the ground.
“I will ask Patrice Goldstein to help you with this issue.”
Minerva saw that the girl looked ashamed. She put a hand on her shoulder and looked into the girl’s face.
“You’re very welcome. The Prefects are here for a reason.”
“You should probably leave.”
“Yes, that would probably be wise. It was nice meeting you.”
Minerva walked across the room and swept the door. She managed to get away from the west side of the school before any Ravenclaws became suspicious. She ran up the nearest staircase to the seventh floor and walked around until she found the Fat Lady Portrait.
“Poppysquat.” She said to the portrait. It swung open and she walked inside. She walked upstairs to her dormitory quickly and went to go get her things for Herbology, thoughts of Riddle completely gone from her mind.
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