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Chapter 2
Moose Poop
“Are we there yet?”
I sighed. Dad had been asking the same question every five minutes since we left the house. He was gripping the edge of the seat tightly and his pallid face showed nothing but pure terror.
A man whose job is to catch dark wizards couldn’t even ride a muggle car without nearly wetting his pants, pathetic.
“It’s fine Draco. We’re here.” Mum pulled into Kings Cross.
“Oi, wake up!” I poked Scorpius in the face. “Scor-” poke, “pi-” poke, “us,” poke.
He let out a light snore. Merlin, the kid could sleep through a war!
I got out of the car and walked to the driver’s side. Reaching through the window, I pressed the horn down.
That sure woke him up.
Startled, Scorpius jumped up, hitting his head on the hood of the car and making the car jiggle a bit. He cursed and rubbed his head. I snorted.
Mum and dad loaded our trunks onto trolleys and made their way towards the platform. I grabbed one of the trolley and followed them with Scorpius lumbering behind me, still half asleep.
*~*~*~*
“Laila!” Someone shouted my name. I swiveled around only to be blinded by the bright flash of a camera.
“Ahh, shit!” I tried to rub the white light out. Uncovering my eyes, I saw Al standing in front of me holding a bulky looking camera. I was slowly starting to regret buying him that. His hair was all over the place, glasses somewhat askew, and he wore a cheesy grin on his face. He held out his free arm and, shrieking, I tackled him with a hug. It felt great to see him again, the guy was practically my other half.
He laughed and hugged me back. “It’s great to see you too. Where’s your brother?”
“With my parents. Come on!” I grabbed his sleeve and dragged him in their direction. We passed huddles of families saying their goodbyes till we came upon my own family. Scorpius was leaning on the trolley, looking blasé. Mum was chatting with Al’s parents while Dad just stood there, glaring at anything that moved.
Scorpius spotted us and relief washed over his face.
“How long have they been at it?”
Scorpius shuddered, “Too long.” Ministry talk always drove him up the wall.
By now, the parents had noticed that Al and I were there.
“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.” Al, always the polite one, waved lightly. Dad gave a curt nod and Mum smiled.
“Hello Al. How was your summer?” Mum asked.
Al’s eyes lit up. “It was great! I went on a trip to northern Germany with my Aunt Luna’s family. They were trying to find a Glibberty Fibbet - or maybe it was a Flibberty Gibbet?” He shrugged. “Anyways, we never really found it but we did find this like rare small dragon called a Green Horned Moose Dragon. Did you know that their horns can be used for medicinal purposes? Also, their feces can-”
“Hey guys!” I cut in loudly before Al could start on the medicinal purposes of moose poop. “Shouldn’t we be, uh, boarding the train?” I pointed to the giant clock. There were only five minutes before the train left. The platform was already clearing out as students got on the train.
We all said our goodbyes and boarded the train faster than you could say moose poop.
*~*~*~*
Al and I spent ages searching for a compartment. Scorpius had headed off to do prefects duties and left us to snag one. We had to bypass ickle firsties who ran up and down the corridors and the occasional snogging couple till we found a half empty one.
As we entered, there were two boys, one holding the other in a headlock. The boy in the headlock struggled to break free. He had a thin frame and was borderline scrawny. A pair of thick framed glasses, much like Al’s, were slowly slipping off his nose and threatened to fall off.
The other one was a tall, moderately bulky boy. You could see slight shadows of toned muscles, a result of hard days on the quidditch pitch. He wore a giant smile that contrasted the gangly boy’s scowl.
“Ok girls, break it up, break it up.” Al slid the compartment door shut and took a seat across from me.I gave the taller boy a pointed look, “Zabs, leave him be.” He reluctantly let the boy go.
“Aw Laila. Just having some fun.”
“Fun? Jasper’s like half a foot shorter than you. Even I can put him in a headlock with an arm tied behind my back.”
“Hey, I resent that!” piped Jasper. Zabs only shook his head. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, Zabs putting Jasper in a headlock. It’s only his way of showing affection.
Zabs and Jasper are my other two friends, and the only people, other than Al and Scorpius, who would talk to me voluntarily. Zabs was a tall burly quidditch player who thinks that headlocks are the equivalent of hugs whereas Jasper was the complete opposite.
Al started poking around on his camera, becoming completely oblivious to us.
“So . . .,” Zabs started, “How’d you guys do on your O.W.L.S?” Al turned his attention from the camera to us.
“I did so bad guys.” He whined and pushed out his bottom lip.
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, shut it. You did great and you know it.” Al shot me a glare and went back to fiddling with his camera. The kid got all O’s and an E in History. He got more O’s than Rose (his cousin, who was also in our year and a Gryffindor), that’s got to count for something. “How about you Zabs?”
Zabs leaned back and stretched his arms behind his head. “I did okay. More O.W.L.S. than ol’ Jasper here.” He smirked and elbowed Jasper, who returned a meek smile. “What about you Laila?”
Al looked up from his camera again, eyebrows raised. This was something he wanted to hear. The thing is, I’m not exactly the best student. I mean, I pass all my classes, but in the end I’m just average. If there’s one thing I for sure didn’t inherit from Dad, it was brains.
“You wouldn’t believe it, but she got two O’s.” Scorpius was leaning against the doorway. I hadn’t even heard him open the door. “Catch.” He threw a small box of chocolate frogs at me.
“All right!” Zabs held up his hand for a high five. I giggled and high fived him.
I unwrapped a chocolate frog and popped it in my mouth. Chewing, I said,“It wasn’t just that. They were in Divination and, get this,” I paused to swallow, “Defense!” Zabs started applauding and I stood up to take a bow. “Thank you, thank you.” I cleared my throat, “I would like to dedicate this award to all my wonderful minions sitting in this compartment with me today and Professor Eugene Penderghast, the most amazing teacher ever!” I sat back down grinning while everyone laughed.
Oh, the irony of it all.
Professor Penderghast taught Defense and was Head of Gryffindor as well. To say he hated me would be an understatement. I’ve served more detentions for him in a month than I have from all the other teachers put together. For the past five years, I’ve been barely passing that class and was sure that I’d fail the O.W.L. I studied hard for that O.W.L. but I didn’t think I’d even get an A, nevertheless an O. It proved what an absolutely horrid teacher Penderghast is.
“You think you’ll take the N.E.W.T. level for either?” Al asked.
I only shrugged. “Who knows? Whatever I feel like doing tomorrow morning I guess.” Discussing schedules with him was going to be a pain.
“I still don’t get why Profesor P hates you so much.” said Jasper.
“Maybe because of my dashing good looks,” I flipped my hair and gave them a ‘sexy’ look, “or maybe because I’m supposed to actually be in Slytherin. You know, house traitor and all? But I’m betting on the looks.” I wiggled my eyebrows and everyone laughed.
Stuffing my face with another chocolate frog, I leaned back and sighed.
It was good to be back.
A/N: Hey guys! Here's the next chapter ^_^ I really hope you liked it, and drop me a reveiw if ya did ;) I'm in the process of writing the next one, but I'm not sure when I'll finish :/
Also, HUGE thanks to Rachel, aka The Blunt Phoenix, for beta-ing this chapter!
By for now :)
-Sankavi ^_^
Here's a little sneak peek of the next chapter ;)
I pondered it for a moment. “Fine.” I say throwing my hands up. “I’ll go to the tryout. But Al, why do you even care? You don’t even like quidditch.”
“I believe sports to be quite narcissistic and Quidditch is one that only fuels the dreadful connotation of sexism on the field, seeing as majority, aka all, of the international teams contain only men. However, as your best friend, it is my job to throw away those beliefs and help you achieve your greatness in whichever way you desire it. In this case, forcing you to attend that Quidditch tryout even though I hate it and wish Quidditch to the fiery depths of hell.”
Edited 3.28.2013
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