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Chapter 4 : four. detention with a dipwad
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The classroom was empty and Penderghast was no where to be found. I’d taken to entertaining myself by making faces at the grindylow on his desk.
“. . . favouritism is frowned upon.” Voices and footsteps approached the room. I jumped back from the desk only to crash into another one behind me and tumblr to the floor. “Mr. Malfoy, you of all people should know.” Penderghast entered the room followed by a sullen Scorpius.
“Professor, I am not asking you to show favouritism, I am only asking you believe me when I say I was only trying to help. It was never my intention for anyone to get hurt.” I peeked around the table leg to see his face flash a look of regret.
Professor P turned around. “Believing you though would mean I’m only taking your side of things and not Mr. Harvey’s. You will serve detention with me and I will see to it your badge does not get taken away. However, rest assured Mr. Malfoy, you will have no chance at Head Boy if I ever catch you doing something like that again.” With that he turned back around and stormed to his desk, Scorpius trudging after him.
What on earth had Scorpius done? He was rarely caught breaking rules and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a teacher this angry at him before. What makes it worse is that Penderghast mentioned a Mr. Harvey. He had to have been talking about Jacob, an arrogant Hufflepuff that no one liked (okay, I didn’t like) and anything to do with him had to be pretty terrible.
Whatever it was, it seemed to put the Professor in a sort of silent rage. In fact, he looked so muddled that he would not have even noticed me had he not nearly tripped over me.
“Miss Malfoy, what in Merlin’s name are you doing on my floor?” I shot up, banging my elbows on the table.
“Ow, er, well, uh,” Fidgeting, I said, “ I’m here for my, uh, detention?” I looked from the Professor to Scorpius, who was staring at the ground, expressionless.
Penderghast looked up at the clock, “Yes, I suppose you are.” He took off his glasses and massaged his temples. Confused, i took a glance at Scorpius, whose look still hadn’t changed. “Well, Mr. Malfoy, just your luck I guess. You’ll be joining your sister tonight. I do hope her bad habits are not rubbing off on you.” He sneered. His indignant remarks made it seem as if we’d offed someone. I just hoped he wasn’t so bitter that he had us sort out detention slips.
He had us sort out detention slips.
Contrary to what others may have told you, this was not the easiest detention. Sure it may have been when our parents, or our grandparents, were here, but not for us.
After a while, the teachers must have figured it wasn’t much of a punishment and stopped using it for detentions. Not sure what happened after that, but I think people just forgot detention slips existed or something and over the years they piled up. And when I say they piled up, they piled up. Now, there are just cabinets filled with these slips of paper.
“So,” started Scorpius, “How did you manage to land yourself in detention on the first day?” Only his outline was visible in the dim room but I could tell he was mocking me.
“First of all, I wouldn’t be talking if I were you Mr. I-also-got-detention-on-the-first-day. Second, it was for like the dumbest thing ever.” I rolled my eyes thinking back at earlier that morning. “He said I wasn’t fit for his class so I said maybe he just wasn’t fit to teach it.” I stuffed a slip into a folder labeled Dennis Creevey (apparently he tried to coax the squid out of the lake) and hip checked it shut.
“Lailaaaa,” He groaned.
“What?! I didn’t think he could hear me!” I say, slamming a drawer shut (I may have still been a little irritated about it).
“Well you can’t just throw that out there and not expect any repercussions. He’s a teacher!”
“Oh, don’t give me that crap Scorpius. You and I both know that I deserve to be in that class. I got an O for Merlin’s sake!” I slammed another door shut and cabinet rattled. What started as playful banter was now beginning to peeve me.
“Don’t you think you’re being a bit petty though? It’s all a bit stupid, and when you think about it, you were kind of asking for it.”
That was the wrong thing to say.
I turned to face him. “Asking for it? Yeah, I was asking for it. I asked for all of this. I asked for my teacher to single me out and be a bully and I asked to be ignored by this entire freaking school.” My voice crept higher. “And once, just once, I wish I could walk the halls of this hellhole without everyone keeping ten feet away because they can’t even stand to be near me. But of course that shouldn’t matter because I ASKED FOR IT!” I yelled smack a hand on the table. Scorpius stood there wide-eyed, stunned at my outburst. I wasn’t aware of how loud my voice had gotten. My breathing was shallow and I knew if I didn’t leave the room, I’d end up with a fist in his face.
“And the worst part is I thought you of all people would understand” I didn’t look at him and he didn’t say a word. Leaving a dumbstruck Scorpius behind, I made my way out the room, and down the corridor not really with a destination in mind.
This always happens. It was as if he could do no wrong, but I could. I was in his shadow 24/7 and it made me feel like an after thought. All the teachers loved him and all the students as well
It was a sour thought as I stomped through an empty corridor. Sounds of heavy footsteps echoed off the walls.
Professor Longbottom was only nice to me because I was friends with Al, and the same went for Hagrid. Teddy didn’t count because we’re related, the other Profs don’t even give me a second glance and Penderghast was a whole other animal. Students were the same. You would think house prejudice would have gone away after all these years, but It hadn’t. For example, the Gryffindors don’t like that I’m always around Slytherins so they ignore me. Most others either follow suit or some run away thinking I’ll hex them into oblivion (okay, really? where do they even get that from? it can’t be the Malfoy thing because they like Scorpius just fine).I got bullied a little in my first year, but the only one’s who ever singled me out were Slytherins and a lot of them did the same to Scorpius because their parents were or had ties to former Death Eaters and our family ratted most of them out after the second war.
People like Scorpius may have thought it was stupid, but honestly? It sucked.
I huffed and thought back to first year. I wish I hadn’t been sorted into Gryffindor; it’s what started this entire thing. Or, if maybe one person, just one person, had come up to me in first year from Gryffindor and just genuinely talked to me, things would be better.
If at least one person had accepted me, I thought maybe they all would.
A week went by and I still hadn’t spoken to Scorpius. He’d come up to me the day after our fight, attempting to reconcile, only to be shot down with a glare. Eventually, Scorpius realized I wasn’t going to budge and started avoiding me altogether. Al, on the other hand, kept trying to coerce us into making up, even after my adamant refusal. I didn’t know why he was trying so hard anyways. Give it a few more days and we’d be back laughing and hanging out as if my outburst never occurred. It was what always happened after our little tiffs (which occurred far more often than I’d like to admit).
“Come on Laila, it’s been more than a week, can’t you let it go?” Al whispered sharply. He’d dragged me to library to study, but instead kept pestering me about Scorpius. I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Talk to me about it one more time and I will shove this quill up your nose.” I shot back, pointing my quill at him like a sword. I loved Al, really, I did, but sometimes he could be the most insolent kid ever. I looked down and squinted at my homework. “ Hey, what draught uses the powdered root of assfid-assfo”
“Asphodel?” Al asked.
“Yeah. What do you use it for?”
“Er, Draught of the Living Dead I think.”
I muttered a thanks and quickly scribbled the answer down.
“But honestly, don't you think you’re overreacting just a bit?” I glared at him and was about to let him have it. Al sensed my upcoming outburst. “Wait, wait! Just hear me out first.” He put his hands up. “You and I both know that as nice as Scorpius is, he’s kind of a self absorbed prat, right? So really, you shouldn’t expect anything different from him.” He had his eyebrows raised and arms in a shrug as if it was the most logical explanation to all of this.
“Uh-huh. Right. So, how long does it take-”
“Are you even-”
“-to brew the Draught of the Living Dead?”
“-listening to me?” Al leaned over the table, snatched the the parchment from me, and scanned over it.
“Hey! Give that back!” I swiped at him but he just turned to the side. “I need that for class, give it!”
“Laila, I am not giving you the answers,” he scolded, “Do your own work!” He tossed the parchment back to me. I picked it up, sticking my tongue out at him.
I stuck it into my bag. “Whatever. So what do you think I should do about it?”
Al pushed his glasses up. “What? I dunno. We’re in a bloody library, look in a book.”
I threw hand hands up. “Are you daft? I was talking about the Scorpius situation. And don’t say apologise!” I said, shaking my quill in direction, reminding him of my earlier threat.
“Okay, uhm, okay. Geez, uh, how about a truce?”
“Uh uh,” I shook my head, “that’s pretty much apologizing!”
“Alright! Merlin, there’s no need for you to be so angry with me. Oh, I know!” He smiled like he just discovered pie. “ Ask him to participate in a mutually liked activity.”
My face stayed stony. “Mutual activity?” Al nodded excitedly. “Mutual activity?” I repeated.
There was a moment of silence before I brought my hand up and smacked him upside the head.
“Ow!” Al looked offended.
“What kind of stupid idea is that?!”
“Well aren't you just a ball of fun today?” Al said sarcastically. “Ask him to play quidditch or something. I can’t do all the thinking for you.” I had already started to pack my things.
“Yeah. Well, you’re the nerd.” With that I slung my bag over my shoulder and exited the library, leaving an exasperated Albus Potter behind.
I slowly roamed around the school, looking for Scorpius. Half of me wanted to find him and do what Al suggested, whereas the other half wanted to runaway in the opposite direction and never talk to him ever again.
I finally ‘found’ him in the common room, studying with Zabs. I went up to them, rehearsing in my mind as I walked.
“Err . . . Scorpius?” He didn’t look up. “ I, was wondering if you wanted to practice some Quidditch with me? You know, with tryouts coming up and all.” I wasn’t sure what I expected. Maybe he’d come with me and we’d forget that the whole thing ever occurred? A small part of me wished he would jump up and apologize for being such a git and how he was wrong in accusing me of ‘asking for it,’ but even I’m more realistic than that.
What I didn’t expect though was for him to straight out ignore me.
I stood there awkwardly rocking on my feet while Scorpius sat there with his back turned to me, writing furiously on a piece of parchment.
I was never going to listen to Al’s ideas again.
Zabs stood up. “Hey Laila.”
“Huh?” I wrenched my eyes away from Scorpius.
“Let’s go play some Quidditch.” He flashed his iconic smile and looping his arm around mine, dragged me out of the common room.
“I can’t believe I did that. Thanks for getting me out of there Zabs.” We were in the locker room, getting our gear on.
“Yeah, no problem.” Blaise said, slipping his chest pad on. “Who’s idea was that anyway? Al or Jasper?”
“Al’s,” I muttered, mentally hexing him as I searched in the jumble of brooms for mine.
“And who said it was a good idea to listen to Al? I mean, Al’s great for advice and all, but, I mean like, advice for life and school and the future and stuff. Advice about social things though? Kid doesn't have a clue.” Blaise chuckled. He grabbed his broom and headed out. “Come on. Let’s get out there before someone else snags the field.”I tied my hair up and followed him out.
A small breeze carried itself over the field, bringing in a slight chill and reminding you that the cold was just around the corner. I slung a leg over my broom and pushed off into the air. Taking a deep breath, I made a couple of circles around the pitch, soon forgetting the Scorpius fiasco.
In the center of the pitch, Zabs was hovering, holding a Quaffle and I flew to the three rings.
For a while we went back and forth. Blaise threw the ball and I saved it. He would throw a few to my upper right side and then quickly change direction and pick on my weak spot, the bottom of my left side.
After about an hour, we both agreed we were too winded to go on and cashed it in. Saying his goodbyes, Blaise headed back to the Slytherin common room.
I trudged up Gryffindor Tower and headed to my dormitory, bracing myself for what awaited.
Not quite sure what I expected when I entered the room, but it wasn't this.
Picture the aftermath of a giant wrecking ball crashing through my bed and there you have it . There were papers strewn all over it, the remnants of old essays and letters. White feathers lay everywhere as if someone had attempted to murder my pillows (with which, by the looks of it, they succeeded). The red curtains surrounding the bed had been torn down and ripped to shreds and left to shambles. Above my head board the blank space was no longer blank. Instead, the word TRAITOR was graffitied over it in giant green letters.
This was the first time I'd been singled out at Hogwarts.
My eyes wandered the room, searching to see if the perpetrator was still in here. They passed over Rose, who lay on her bed, rifling through a book, and couldn't have possibly done it. As stuck up and snotty she was, she didn’t really hate me as much (her exact words were 'the unfortunately tolerable malfoy' I kid you not)
Next to her bed were two empty ones, belonging to girls by the names of Mindy and Sara. They didn't like me very much, but they also don’t have a real motive (or the brains) for doing this.
In the far corner of the room stood the last bed. The curtains were pulled back just enough that you could see a mass of red hair, Riley Mathers.
Riley was a girl who didn't really like bringing attention to her self. She had a small group of friends, spoke only in class when called on, and, according to Jasper, was ‘an all around nice gal’. Anyone who's described as a 'nice gal' couldn't have possibly done something as atrocious as this.
I groaned at the sight of the mess and trudged over to my bed.
Pointing my wand at the wall, I muttered 'scourgify', wiping to word right off. I sent a feeble reparo to my curtains and they popped up. Now for the feathers.
I flicked my wand at them. Nothing happened. I put more of a swish into it.
This time, a feather lifted and shuddered, but immediately dropped back to the bed.
Giving up, I pushed some of the mess aside and flopped onto the bed.
A few minutes later, I had dozed off.
Breakfast the next morning was chaotic.
I had quidditch tryouts and to say the least I was kind of freaking out.
Blaise kept trying to get me to eat something, especially since I slept through dinner last night. My stomach was screaming 'feed me you fool!' but my mind was saying ‘eat that and i’ll puke’' The combination of the two was making me nauseous.
"Laila, I don't care how sick you feel, you have to eat!" said Blaise.
I clenched and unclenched my hands, “I can’t. I’m sorry, I just, I can’t. I can’t go to this tryout. I won’t get picked, I just know it. I’m probably not going to save a single goal and OHMYGOD,” I turned to Zabs wide eyed, “I’m gonna fall off my broom arn’t I?” The way he looked at me, you’d think I was growing horns.
Someone set down a plate of food in front of me. I saw a flash of blonde as they sat down beside me and I glanced over at them., then back at the plate. The eggs looked appetizing enough but then I thought back to the tryout and once again I felt a wave of nausea. I turned to look at the blonde haired boy to find him staring right back at me. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Eat." pointing to the plate.
I picked up a fork and took a tentative bite. When I infact did not puke, I took another, and then another. I had cleared the plate and tossed the fork onto it. It made a clanging noise till it settled and stopped on what was left of the toast, just a meager crust.
“Well then,” I said getting up, “guess I’ll just head off, yeah?”
Blaise looked up from his plate, “You got this Laila. We’ll be in the stands, cheering you on.” He put a hand up and I high fived him.
“Thanks Zabs.” I left and made my way to get my gear on and get to the pitch.
There were so many kids there. I’m positive half of them are not even from this house.
A few girls recognised me and that was enough for the whispers to start.
“Isn’t that the Malfoy girl?”
“What’s she doing here?”
“Probably here to sabotage. Don’t you know her brother’s the Slytherin captain?” I tried to ignore them but I was getting uneasy all the same. I could feel the eggs from this morning coming back up.
“Alright everyone, if you are in Gryffindor, you're good. If you are not, then LEAVE THE DAMN PITCH,” a boy yelled, sending some of the tittering first years running. I recognised him, Hugo, Rose’s little brother. “Now shut up and listen to James!” A boy with a mess of black hair stepped forward, flanked by a darker skinned boy and girl, Fred and Roxy Weasley.
When Al and James were younger, they could have been twins. The only thing that held them apart were their eyes. Now, the only similarities were the thicks frames that sat on their noses. James was stockierier, in contrast to Al’s lankiness. Also, his face was far less square-ish than Al’s and more oblong.
James spoke, his voice less stern than Hugo’s, “I’m doing keepers first, then seekers, beaters, and lastly chasers. Before that though, I’d like you all to make a couple a laps around the pitch. If you can’t fly, I suggest you leave now as to prevent utter humiliation.” Like before, even more people left the pitch. James rolled his eyes and whispered something to Fred. Fred burst out laughing while Roxy just shook her head at them.
After we made a couple of rounds, James shooed more people off the field and had us get into groups of whatever spot we were trying out for. I walked over to where James pointed keepers should be, filled with nervous jitters. There was only one other kid there, I think he was a seventh year, Joe something or the other?
Once kids stopped messing around and got into their correct groups, James came up to me and Joe. Looking straight at me he said, “Malfoy, you’re up.”
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I've been MIA for ages, but here's a chapter :) I hope you liked it, and yes, the tryouts fill be in the next one ;)
Thank you for still sticking around!
edited 01.19.2014 - new chapter image
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