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Nothing Extraordinary by jailbird
Chapter 4 : Mean Girls
Rating: MatureChapter Reviews: 11

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I think I’m secretly a ninja assassin.

Maybe it was my secret talent or something.

Maybe I was one of those people who had a split personality. For all I knew, I probably woke up in the middle of the night, put on a snazzy ninja costume, complete with the awesome sword, and fight crime and stuff.

Ha. Right. If only.

Want to hear the entire story behind my ninja assassin theory?

Well, it isn’t a story really, just a way to justify an abnormal ability.

Don’t hold your breath; it’s not some cool hyper-reflex thing or anything.

You see, I wake up at the tiniest of noises. If one of my roommates turns over in bed, I wake up at the rustling of sheets. If one of them tries sneaking into the dorm after hours, I’m up. I even wake up if someone flushes.

The ninja assassin theory was the coolest I could come up with as I lay awake at six in the morning.

That’s right.


I glared at the dark hangings around me, willing myself to fall asleep. I was usually an earlier riser, but this was screwed up even for me. Not to mention frustrating.

I think I counted the number of polka dots on my sheets twice.

Merlin, this was stupid.

Not the fact that I counted… The fact that I had polka dots on my sheets.

I angrily pushed my blanket off and stalked into the bathroom. Not only was I not a morning person, but I was a complete bitch when I hadn’t got enough sleep.

I got dressed angrily, nearly ripping my hair off as I tried to comb it. It was quarter to seven when I grabbed my bag off my trunk and walked out of my dorm.

The Common Room was deserted, of course. So were the corridors.

So this was what it was like for royal families back in the 1800s. Of course, they had their entourages and all. Oh, and they didn’t get up before the sun rose because they were royal and didn’t do screwed up shit like that.

I must have looked like a right creeper, storming through the corridors, muttering darkly to myself about ninja assassins the way I was.

When I entered the Great Hall, I was surprised to see that it wasn’t empty. There was a solitary figure sitting at the Ravenclaw table. I couldn’t tell who it was because he was hunched over, reading something. I tried to make as little noise as I could, not wanting to shatter the tranquil that hung over the hall.

I made it successfully to the Gryffindor table without disturbing the Ravenclaw.

Then I dropped a fork and it hit the stone floor with a loud, resounding clatter.

The noise rang out through the Hall, echoing off the walls. I shut my eyes, heat rising to my face. I don’t know why I was embarrassed, but I was. Maybe because I could feel the Ravenclaw’s eyes burning into the back of my head.

Yeah, that was probably it.

Maybe I could just sit there and he wouldn’t say anything.

Or I could-



The crazy boy was behind me.

Don’t ask me how he got there, but he did.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the Ravenclaw said, sounding truly apologetic. For the first time, I turned to look at him. I nearly screamed again.

It was Tate Dorsett.

Yes, the same Tate Dorsett I went all crazy bint on yesterday on the train.

C’mon Katie. You can do this. Just say hi. Its not that hard, one syllable.

“I dropped my fork.”

Why, Merlin? Why me??

“Yeah. I heard,” he said, smiling at me. How come he was so chill while I was spazzing out? The universe was so unfair sometimes.

“Yeah… well, I’m just going to pick it up now,” I mumbled, ducking under the table, hoping that he would be gone when I resurfaced.

He wasn’t.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked politely.

“Yes… I mean, yes you can sit down. No, no I don’t mind…”

I really wouldn’t have minded of the earth decided to open up and swallow me right there.

Tate took no notice of my clear discomfort and sat down opposite me, propping his book up on the jug of orange juice.

I took a sip of my coffee.

I bet if there was a clock somewhere we could hear it tick-tocking.

That would drive me crazy…

I hate clocks, you see.

“-about yesterday,” Tate was saying.

Oh, shit.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” I said, shaking myself out of my daze.

“I said I’m sorry about yesterday… It seemed like I freaked you out,” Tate repeated.

“Oh, no. I was just… um…” I trailed off. I was just what? Completely, wholly terrified of human contact?

Na, not the best thing to tell a cute guy who’s being nice to you.

“No, it’s ok,” he said smiling. “I’d have freaked too.”

Doubt it.

“What was that about anyway?” I asked. Tate turned slightly red.

Finally. He was the one embarrassed.

“I… well, I tripped. More like, I was tripped.”

Ok, so?

“By my ex-girlfriend. She’s psycho,” he finished, looking away.

Ahh… that explains it.

“Wow,” I said. “That sucks.”

“Yeah… that’s why I’m here so early in the first place. She’s a Hufflepuff. She likes to wait outside the Ravenclaw Common Room so she can yell at me,” Tate confessed, turning, if possible, even more red.

I don’t blame him. I mean, what the hell? Who does shit like that?!

What?” I asked. I sounded appalled even to my own ears.

Tate just shrugged. I returned to my coffee, staring into its inky black depths. This was nice, this comfortable silence thing. I don’t think this has ever happened before. I felt my earlier irritation at being awake so early disappear. Tate and I sat in silence as the Great Hall filled. We didn’t talk. We didn’t even look at one another…

Which is why I found it weird that Pippa was grinning so crazily at us when she showed up with Rose.

“Uh- hey guys,” I said.

They just stood there and gave me pointed looks.

I think I was supposed to be receiving some kind of message.

“Yeah… so, well… I think I’ll be leaving now,” I said, getting up to leave. Pippa’s eyes became as large as saucers.

“…Or not,” I said quickly, sitting back down.

“Hi, Tate,” Rose said, turning to shoot Tate a dazzling smile. My heart dropped. I bet my smile wasn’t dazzling.

“Hello,” he said politely, smiling. Great. His smile was dazzling too. I feel so incompetent.

Tate glanced at his watch and looked up at the Ravenclaw table. It was considerably fuller compared to when I first walked into the Great Hall.

“I should get going,” he said. “Have a great day,” he added looking at me while shooting me a grin. The three of us, Rose, Pippa and I, watched as he joined his friends at the Ravenclaw table.

“Well, you have that one hooked,” Rose said, sitting down next to me.


“What?” I asked stupidly.

“He. Like. You,” Pippa said slowly.

Well, this is a new development. I’ve never had a guy like-like me before. Unless you count that one guy in kindergarten, Seth Jacquard.

He pulled my pig-tails.

Mum said it was because he liked me.

It was actually because my hair accidently changed color since I couldn’t control my magic when I was five, and Seth wanted to see if it was a wig.

But let’s go with Mum’s story because it’s just nicer.

“So…” Pippa started, looking pointedly at me.

I need to tell them that I’m not very good with interpreting those looks.

“Morning!” Scorpius said cheerfully, bouncing (yes, bouncing) up to us.

“Why so chipper?” Rose asked, taking a perfect bite of toast.

“Well, love, its morning,” Scorpius said. Like that explained everything.

“So?” Pippa said flatly.

“So, I get to see Rosie,” Scorpius said, grabbing Rose and planting a kiss on her cheek. Rose just smiled slightly while Pippa sighed, a forlorn look coming over her face.

“I want a boyfriend,” she said sadly.

“You can borrow this one,” Rose said, jabbing her thumb at Scorpius. As an argument ensued, I looked away. I couldn’t take part in that. I’d feel stupid. I didn’t know them well enough. Maybe one day…

Professor Longbottom was making his way down the Gryffindor table, handing out schedules. Since it was sixth year, we got to drop a bunch of subjects.

Aaaaand that was the only highlight of this year.

Other than that, there was insane course material that flew above my head with two giant volumes of text books that, as far as I was concerned, contained gibberish.

Not that I read any of the text books.

Because that would be lame.


I glanced down at my timetable. First period was Ancient Ruins. Regardless of what everyone might be saying, Ancient Ruins was a fascinating subject. Things that needed positive IQs to comprehend often earned themselves bad reputations in this school. Hogwarts was shallow like that.

"What do you have first period?” Scorpius asked, turning to me.

“Ancient Ruins,” I said, unable to hide the slight excitement in my voice.

“You’re with Rosie then,” he said. "Rest of us, you know, the sane people, have Divination.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” I asked indignantly.

“He means Ancient Ruins is a load of Hippogriff shit.”

Al was standing behind be, smirking.

“And Divination isn’t?” Rose asked, with a smirk that could rival her cousin’s.

“Well, it is. But at least there’s a way to actually pass the subject,” Scorpius said.

“By pretending you see dead people?” I asked.

“Exactly,” Al nodded wisely.

Rose was shaking her head. “You guys are incorrigible. C’mon, Katie. We’ll be late.”

Together, we got up and began walking towards the large oak doors.

“I’ll come to your funeral!” Pippa called.

“I’ll bring a nice big book so you won’t get bored in the afterlife,” Al chimed in. Everyone in the Great Hall was staring at me and Rose. Usually, they wouldn’t have been surprised. Everything Rose and her crew did was news. They were the populars.

But this time, there I was, walking beside the Rose Weasley to class.

Rose seemed completely oblivious to all the stares and chatted away about this year’s syllabus as we climbed the many staircases. I found myself relaxing a bit as we entered the classroom. Rose took a seat somewhere in the middle of the class and I followed, sitting next to her.

It was the first time I hadn’t sat in the front seat during class.

I glanced at Rose, and she was scribbling something on a piece of parchment. Then, she flicked it towards me and it landed neatly on my lap.

I’d never gotten a note during class either.

It wasn’t a big change, but it was something.

That evening I was walking through the corridors back from the library. And yes, I know it was only the first day of term and all. Sue me. I like to be on top of things.

I was headed back to the Common Room more than ready to call it a night, when I crashed head-first into someone.

Now, I wish I could tell you that it was some insanely hot guy with the most beautiful eyes and sexiest body I’ve even seen. But alas, it was just the opposite.

It was Anna Gordon, Jessi Ling and Tabitha Braun.

Aka The Bitch Clique.

You see, they hated me. Not just strongly disliked. No, they hated me with some screwed up vengeance that never ceases to amaze me. I think the most bizarre part of this whole situation is that I’m not even sure why they hated me. They were ok to me when Nikki was around. Ok, as in sickly sweet in a ‘wait-and-watch-bitch’ sort of way. And , sure enough, the moment Nikki was out of sight the Katie-bashing began. Right there, in front of me.

I never said anything because that would officially prove to everyone that I was absolutely incapable of taking care of myself. So, I feigned nonchalance.

It surprised me that I hadn’t thought of them at all. Maybe at the beginning of the summer I had been dreading coming back mostly because of them, but it had just slipped me mind and I never thought of it again.

Well, now it was right back in my mind.

“Could you please watch where you’re going, loser?” Anna spat, turning her nose up.

Well, excuse me for having the right to walk down a corridor.

“Yeah, and while you’re at it, please fix that rat’s nest you call hair. It’s hurting my eyes,” Jessi chipped in, glancing in disgust at my hair.

Huh. Hypocrite. I’m not the one with enough hairspray to knock out an army of Death Eaters.

“Stop it guys,” Tabitha said.


“She’s not worth our time,” she finished, giving me the sweetest smile in the world.

Of course. I’m not worth it.

Anna and Jessi cackled with Tabitha as they walked around me, making sure to painfully elbow me in the process.

What did I do, you ask?

Well, I turned around and hexed them into next week!

What?! I’m not lying!

Ok, maybe I am. But just a bit.


Ok, I’m lying. Shamelessly.

I stood rooted to the spot, seething. I think I was more pissed at myself than at them. Damn, I needed do grow some balls. Figuratively, of course. Because it would just be weird if that happened literally.

So, I ended up stalking all the way back to the Gryffindor Common Room, thinking evil thoughts.

“Katie-cat!” Al called. I looked over and the whole gang was sitting by the fire. Scorpius was sitting with his arm around Rose, Pippa and Alec were playing Exploding Snap and Al was waving over to me.

It struck me, how out of place I would look with them. I wasn’t a somebody, somebody like each of them. I was the Minister’s daughter. No, not the pretty, funny one. The other one. You know, the boring, bland one.

I shook my head at Al and jerked my head towards the girls’ dorms. He raised an eyebrow at me, but I just shrugged.

He wouldn’t let it go. Not this time. I’d have to face him eventually.

But that could wait till morning.

A/N:  SORRY!!! I know it's been really long. And yes, I could have posted this chapter a long time ago, but I was just so busy! Of course, it's no excuse, but I made this one nice and long to compensate! :D

Leave a review? I know my lazy-arse-ness doesn't deserve one, but it'll make my day *pupp dog eyes*

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