Here comes the 8th part :D
Snape appeared for the first time here. Read with care <3
✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
You panted exhaustedly after you and Draco finally arrived in front of the Potions class after minutes chasing him around; he walked in a rather fast pace, making you have to run in order to catch up, and he didn't even show you the right way that directly leads to the class. You had to explore the entire school first in order to get into this particular room which actually can be accessed easily as its not very far away from the Great Hall compared to the girl's bathroom on the 3rd floor you just passed by 2 times with this jerk. Freaking adventurer.
"Wait til' I put on the Cruciatus curse on you." You patted your chest, still trying to control your breath.
"Where the bloody heck did you learn that from?" He replied, all panting too. Indubitably he knew that perturbing spell from his father whom you heard from your step parents is a Death Eater, and you've learned about the 3 unforgivable curses before at your former school. You just wish this spell is allowed to be used freely among the pupils, in case you need to kill someone without having to leave any proof of murdering.
"There you are!"
Before you could touch the door, it had already been swung open by Samantha. Standing in front of you lazily, her hands on her hips in akimbo pose.
"-..'s supposed to be my word." You exclaimed and bent up, tried your best to walk into the room with your sore feet. Sam followed you suit along with Draco, who swaggered behind as though he had entirely regained his energy. His smirk hasn't faded away.
"Get the timetable just on time?"
"I did get the syllabus.. If you're talking about me all pooped up here, it's that dolt's work."
"You should've been grateful I didn't walk you to Dumbledore's room." Draco cackled. You bet that radical sinner doesn't even know where it is. You gritted your teeth and gave him a furious dark glare, but apparently that only made him even more amused. "Yeah, laugh. Good for your health, if other than running."
"Now, off to the seats. Snape's gonna be in here in a few minutes." Sam pushed you forward and instructed to sit on an empty table at the corner of the room on which two cauldrons had stood over while Draco went the opposite way and finds his seat next to his friends. Sam trailed along after she Accio'd two kits of basic potion ingredients and some measuring jars for you two on the table.
"Don't game around with those. Believe me, you wouldn't want it," She added, then crossed back to bring two brass scales.
Few moments of viewing the sad and miserable dark room waiting for Snape, you twirled one of the empty glass tubes you retrieved from the table despite what Sam had told you. You just can't help but mess with it.
You looked around the tables where the Gryffindors sat and saw Ginny's friend - Hermione's the name perhaps, who's currently writing something down on a piece of paper. Just after you saw her abruptly came to a pause and squinted around, perhaps in suspicion of someone watching her, you almost dropped the tube and Sam came to your relief by catching the falling gizmo.
"Sorry," you apologized, not sure if she knows you're looking at the Gryff's table.
"Shh. He's here."
A thin man in his black robe then enters the room after you put back the tube carefully in its proper place. Apparently he has an incredible and astounding authority power as his arrival instantly piped down every single noise in the room without warning.
That, or his outstanding nose size.
Brushing his front black hair and putting a terrible stern look, he stepped up in front of the class and began to speak with a twisted smirk.
"Fine morning it is, students.
I am Professor Snape, and once again, the Potions subject will be under my privilege.
I have yet to warn you how I am very aware of undisciplined behaviors and lack of respects. I assure you punishments will be more difficult and torturing this year if you fail to understand my wants.
Usual rules play. No noises when I am teaching. No eating in class. No talking to each other when given individual tasks. No snoring around,-"
You saw his hand clenched in annoyance.
"And no writing down whatsoever on the parchment when no commands are given." Hermione quickly stopped her quill and shove down the paper inside her pocket when Snape stated the last rule, obviously pointing it at her.
So this is the Slytherin's head. Proud and somewhat discriminative towards the other houses, you had heard. Not bad, but only a few minutes here and you already feel his class sucks. The room is disconsolate, his appearance isn't bubbly, and his expressionless face isn't making anything better. You suspect this will be one of the subjects you're gonna despise for the whole year.
"As today is the first day of school, I shall give you some starter note," He flicked his finger. A chalk popped out of nowhere in midair and floated about near the blackboard. A scribbling sound with faint screeches then can be heard coming from the board's surface; the chalk writes by itself.
"Copy these down and I will prepare you your first assignment. It shall involve things with what had been prepared and will be tested."
Sam rolled her eyes. "First day's assignment. Yippee."
You slipped out your quill from your notebook and looked at the chalk as it dances swiftly on the surface of the board. "Terrific," You sarcastically added. "Only a few minutes here and my 6th sense is tingling already."
"What did it sense?"
"Eternal boredom and abomination." You answered like its the most obvious thing in the world.
"Should've expected." Sam chuckled and followed writing.
Another silence brews throughout the room as the students are busying themselves with their quills, writing down some perplexing charts and ingredients explanations off the board. You then noticed you've been watched in the middle of your writing. You looked up to see Snape gazing to your direction, his black eyes heavily occupied with observing you head to toe. You winced and tried to ignore him as you turned your attention back to the blackboard but the look on his eyes was rather worrying and it made you feel uneasy.
Suddenly you feel a strong, abrupt spark in your mind. Like someone just pierced the back of your head with a pair of sharp chopsticks, but the pain starts to feel worse as you began to hold your head with your hands. As if the chopstick increases in number and size.
You closed your eyes to try and ease the pain, but its useless. It took a good while for you to realize that someone is using Legilimens on you. And who else is currently having an eye contact with you in the class? You can't help but to think just the one.
"Professor,"
You heard someone called him from the front. That immediately distracts the hex, freeing you from the mental lock.
You shook your head as you fully regain control of your mind, blinking your eyes rapidly. So it is indeed that big nosed professor who did it to you!
You didn't recall doing anything wrong to make him do that.. if thinking his class sucks doesn't count, that is.
If this is some sort of test for the new Slytherins, whatever that test is for then you wouldn't mind as it is a must duty for him as the house's head. But it's too ridiculous to be, and if it's not, it's certainly a one-way ticket for him to receive a forever bad recognition from you as a newcomer.
"What's the matter?" Sam turned her head to you, perhaps aware of your capricious change of expression - or because your hand had loosened the grip on the quill that it had to fall from the table to the floor.
"Sam..-"
You shifted awkwardly and glanced at the teacher's desk. The boy with a round-face who saved you earlier walked to the front of the class, clutching tight his textbook on his chest, and is currently having an un-interpretable conversation with Snape. Snape, looking somewhat aghast for some reason, put up an unmistakably mad expression as he listens to what the boy had to say.
"It's that Longbottom I've told you about, if you're wondering."
"Oh.
Uh, wait, I mean, that's not what I-"
Sam raised her eyebrows to you questioningly. You can't really say Snape did Legilimens to you. Not without proof..
"..never mind." You decided to shrug it off. Sam did the same after re-asking your condition again for the last time and went back to her duty after you answered and picked up your quill from the floor.
You blinked your eyes several times, reassuring that you've really gained control of your consciousness back, and braved to look at Snape again. Lungbottom is already back to his seat in the Gryffindor table. Snape's there, all calm, his earlier expression had faded and went back to his usual expressionless face. No more creepy stare, and the hex is fully released.
You bit your lip in curiosity and leaned to your chair. Your eyebrows furrowed, then you took a glimpse of Draco in the front of the class, turning his head to you. Not out of your expectation, as usual, that triumphant smirk of him still nests there, plastered menacingly on his face. But he quickly looked back to his table as you're half on the way to return the look and battle him.
The rest of the hour went just strangely normal as you returned as well to your note. You still maintain a cautious behavior towards your house's head though, but after that particular mental lock, he didn't seem to intend to do more suspicious thing to you. Maybe it's not his doing from the start after all?
Minutes then, all the students had finished copying down the notes and the chalk went back to its immobile state. Snape did some brief explanation about ingredients used in brewing Veritaserum and some other potions, then ordered to make some by using the ingredients provided in students' store-cupboard. It took all of you for not yawning in between his speeches and retort in between critical remarks he had thrown at you during practical task. Despite of Sam and the other Slytherins telling you he had this knack for his own house, he kept on trotting around your worktable, now and then making hurtful comments on the way you handle your brewing, how you stir, how you put in the ingredients, how the way Agrias had taught their students, and even the way you wipe the sweat trickling down your face using your sleeve.
After what you thought as the hundred and fifth time he came around to make nasty opinions, the bell rang. As he backed you, you made such face to imitate his sayings and was just about to walk out of class when he suddenly stopped you, the others still on their tables. The class won't end without him keeping his promise.
"Scurvy grass, rabid toad's tongue, unicorn's hair ..cone bras?"
"Goyle," Draco quickly flung a nervous, seemed-to-be-not-that-intended glare to his bulky friend as you form a look of disgust to him. It only worsens his expression when Goyle throws back the look to you and him and said an innocent 'what?' that completely deceives nobody.
"Your lists of needed ingredients are far more easier to acquire than mine," Sam frowned to break the awkward tense. She's comparing your ingredients list with hers, Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and some of the girls that shared the same dormroom with you whom you just know are Tracey and Daphne. You wonder where did that one girl, Pansy went though. Sam twisted her legs on her seat, looking somewhat dignified.
"Wonder where I can get 'happy tulip's essence'. Whatever that was."
"Just grab a posy of those cup flowers off Professor Sprout's glass house and wring them, it's not like they're not happy there." Draco responded frivolously.
"Well, sure I trust Professor took good care of them, but Snape isn't one of those teachers who will tolerate travesties in his given tasks, especially if it is a complete ridiculousness and failure." Sam replied without turning her head away from the lists, knowing that happy tulips in literal is just absurd.
"I just can't fathom it. Either this is a magical plant or just an overrated flower brand."
"What did Snape told you to get?" Tracey tilted her head to you curious.
"Rat tail, Silverweed, Spine of Lionfish, Pomegranate Juice and Unicorn's blood."
There's a quick haze of silence airing about just as you finished your words.
"No kidding? I mean for that last one?" Tracey looked a bit shocked. She moved even closer to see your list as though not believing what you had said.
"I wrote it down right.." You said slowly but Tracey seemed to catch a slight uncertainty in your words. She glued her eyes thickly to the list as the others whispered something you can't hear clearly, then looked up again at you, a flash of sad approval in her face.
"It.. seems it had become apparent that Snape is getting even more deadly this new term. Did you do something bad that offended him?"
You sharpened your brows absentmindedly. "What do you mean?"
"..never mind, I said nothing." She quickly waggled her hand in front of you and said again, "If Snape says so; he can tell you to do the worst things ever as a teacher. But at least you can get the Lionfish's spine from the starter kit." Both of you gave a glance to the kit on the table and she's right. There's your first ingredient. Check.
"I think those house elves won't mind if you bully them to get some delicacy." Goyle throws his 2 cents. Or Knuts. You nodded, although the idea of bullying is more likely to be further replaced by begging. Pomegranate Juice, check.
"Some of the potions stores here have Silverweeds for sale ..I think." Crabbe added. Not sure if Snape'll be blissful if you get it by buying, but there goes your alternative just in case. Check for the weed.
"So that leaves rat tail and unicorn's blood." Daphne concluded after you blessed those who threw in suggestions. Draco snorted.
"That's wild warfare for you. You'll struggle to get those, especially the blood. Pack some bandages or bring the matron.. who's her name again? Pompom?"
"So are you. Unicorn's hair requires as ultimate wit to retrieve." Sam retorted for you, but that conversation sort of leaves you with widened eyes.
"Wait a minute. We're not getting these by killing those animals..?
Wands, sparkles and all?"
"How else could you get unicorn's blood, really?" Draco drawled lazily, he sat on top of a table across you. "Obviously not by stroking its arse. Another story if it's a female and it's on its period, then again. Can't get it from buying off the Diagon Alley either, heard they sold it somewhere. They're blocking every way out from Hogwarts' area during term."
You never thought things such as animal cruelty would be taught here at Hogwarts. Your jaw dropped. Catching rats could be easy as a swing of the wand, with slight swipe marks on your hand if you must, and cutting the tail is just the fun part - but slaying down thorned white horses that can ram you on the face? You're not even sure this is legal, but whatever flies.
"Female unicorns have period?" You curled your lips.
"Don't worry, at least you'll have a companion when you go to take the blood. Draco's taking the hairs, ain't he?" Tracey poked your shoulder.
Nauseous glares are in exchange and both of you spat at the same time.
Not after he made you run some good laps through the entire school. He might've done it again when you're off killing the Unicorns then leave you alone in the woods til' the end of the term.
You're just about to reply to her words when the bell clanged for the second time, indicating that you should be hurrying to the next class now. Draco gave you a suspicious look. You returned it.
"Save what you wanna say later tonight." Sam whispered from behind; seems like she knows that you're about to retort her statement earlier. You know she grasps you're still on a good string with Ginny and you intend to keep it that way, but nevertheless she kept warning you not to get too close with her and her accomplices. You turned your look away from Draco and asked.
"Why later tonight?"
"We're having some Fire Whiskeys at the common room around 9." Daphne and Tracey followed you after getting her notebook off her table, her bag drooping because of the weight. "You're coming, right?"
Oh you love those brews. Way to go for friends too. You figured you only had few Slyherin pals since you got here, so you might as well go with this one and make some more.
"Of course." You giggled perkily and trampled along with the girls gang, purposely forcing yourself to leave the thoughts about Gryffindor at least for now.
Because you realized you need to start learning the fact that you are not in there now, but in Slytherin. Despite your detest of the bitter behaviors Slytherin pupils show, you know you need to adapt to those sooner or later.
Meanwhile, as you walk away, Draco put his notebook in his pocket and stared at you longingly, as though he's about to run up to you any second now and gnarl at you.
"Those dorks never really learn, do they," Goyle scornfully grinned, talking about the Gryffs beside him whose eyes are giving a look not much different from the ones the Slytherins had thrown at them. Then after a moment of no reply, he noticed Draco isn't listening.
"What's the matter, Draco?"
"..nothing." He curls his eyebrows, blinking. "Let's go."
✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Snape appeared for the first time here. Read with care <3
✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
You panted exhaustedly after you and Draco finally arrived in front of the Potions class after minutes chasing him around; he walked in a rather fast pace, making you have to run in order to catch up, and he didn't even show you the right way that directly leads to the class. You had to explore the entire school first in order to get into this particular room which actually can be accessed easily as its not very far away from the Great Hall compared to the girl's bathroom on the 3rd floor you just passed by 2 times with this jerk. Freaking adventurer.
"Wait til' I put on the Cruciatus curse on you." You patted your chest, still trying to control your breath.
"Where the bloody heck did you learn that from?" He replied, all panting too. Indubitably he knew that perturbing spell from his father whom you heard from your step parents is a Death Eater, and you've learned about the 3 unforgivable curses before at your former school. You just wish this spell is allowed to be used freely among the pupils, in case you need to kill someone without having to leave any proof of murdering.
"There you are!"
Before you could touch the door, it had already been swung open by Samantha. Standing in front of you lazily, her hands on her hips in akimbo pose.
"-..'s supposed to be my word." You exclaimed and bent up, tried your best to walk into the room with your sore feet. Sam followed you suit along with Draco, who swaggered behind as though he had entirely regained his energy. His smirk hasn't faded away.
"Get the timetable just on time?"
"I did get the syllabus.. If you're talking about me all pooped up here, it's that dolt's work."
"You should've been grateful I didn't walk you to Dumbledore's room." Draco cackled. You bet that radical sinner doesn't even know where it is. You gritted your teeth and gave him a furious dark glare, but apparently that only made him even more amused. "Yeah, laugh. Good for your health, if other than running."
"Now, off to the seats. Snape's gonna be in here in a few minutes." Sam pushed you forward and instructed to sit on an empty table at the corner of the room on which two cauldrons had stood over while Draco went the opposite way and finds his seat next to his friends. Sam trailed along after she Accio'd two kits of basic potion ingredients and some measuring jars for you two on the table.
"Don't game around with those. Believe me, you wouldn't want it," She added, then crossed back to bring two brass scales.
Few moments of viewing the sad and miserable dark room waiting for Snape, you twirled one of the empty glass tubes you retrieved from the table despite what Sam had told you. You just can't help but mess with it.
You looked around the tables where the Gryffindors sat and saw Ginny's friend - Hermione's the name perhaps, who's currently writing something down on a piece of paper. Just after you saw her abruptly came to a pause and squinted around, perhaps in suspicion of someone watching her, you almost dropped the tube and Sam came to your relief by catching the falling gizmo.
"Sorry," you apologized, not sure if she knows you're looking at the Gryff's table.
"Shh. He's here."
A thin man in his black robe then enters the room after you put back the tube carefully in its proper place. Apparently he has an incredible and astounding authority power as his arrival instantly piped down every single noise in the room without warning.
That, or his outstanding nose size.
Brushing his front black hair and putting a terrible stern look, he stepped up in front of the class and began to speak with a twisted smirk.
"Fine morning it is, students.
I am Professor Snape, and once again, the Potions subject will be under my privilege.
I have yet to warn you how I am very aware of undisciplined behaviors and lack of respects. I assure you punishments will be more difficult and torturing this year if you fail to understand my wants.
Usual rules play. No noises when I am teaching. No eating in class. No talking to each other when given individual tasks. No snoring around,-"
You saw his hand clenched in annoyance.
"And no writing down whatsoever on the parchment when no commands are given." Hermione quickly stopped her quill and shove down the paper inside her pocket when Snape stated the last rule, obviously pointing it at her.
So this is the Slytherin's head. Proud and somewhat discriminative towards the other houses, you had heard. Not bad, but only a few minutes here and you already feel his class sucks. The room is disconsolate, his appearance isn't bubbly, and his expressionless face isn't making anything better. You suspect this will be one of the subjects you're gonna despise for the whole year.
"As today is the first day of school, I shall give you some starter note," He flicked his finger. A chalk popped out of nowhere in midair and floated about near the blackboard. A scribbling sound with faint screeches then can be heard coming from the board's surface; the chalk writes by itself.
"Copy these down and I will prepare you your first assignment. It shall involve things with what had been prepared and will be tested."
Sam rolled her eyes. "First day's assignment. Yippee."
You slipped out your quill from your notebook and looked at the chalk as it dances swiftly on the surface of the board. "Terrific," You sarcastically added. "Only a few minutes here and my 6th sense is tingling already."
"What did it sense?"
"Eternal boredom and abomination." You answered like its the most obvious thing in the world.
"Should've expected." Sam chuckled and followed writing.
Another silence brews throughout the room as the students are busying themselves with their quills, writing down some perplexing charts and ingredients explanations off the board. You then noticed you've been watched in the middle of your writing. You looked up to see Snape gazing to your direction, his black eyes heavily occupied with observing you head to toe. You winced and tried to ignore him as you turned your attention back to the blackboard but the look on his eyes was rather worrying and it made you feel uneasy.
Suddenly you feel a strong, abrupt spark in your mind. Like someone just pierced the back of your head with a pair of sharp chopsticks, but the pain starts to feel worse as you began to hold your head with your hands. As if the chopstick increases in number and size.
You closed your eyes to try and ease the pain, but its useless. It took a good while for you to realize that someone is using Legilimens on you. And who else is currently having an eye contact with you in the class? You can't help but to think just the one.
"Professor,"
You heard someone called him from the front. That immediately distracts the hex, freeing you from the mental lock.
You shook your head as you fully regain control of your mind, blinking your eyes rapidly. So it is indeed that big nosed professor who did it to you!
You didn't recall doing anything wrong to make him do that.. if thinking his class sucks doesn't count, that is.
If this is some sort of test for the new Slytherins, whatever that test is for then you wouldn't mind as it is a must duty for him as the house's head. But it's too ridiculous to be, and if it's not, it's certainly a one-way ticket for him to receive a forever bad recognition from you as a newcomer.
"What's the matter?" Sam turned her head to you, perhaps aware of your capricious change of expression - or because your hand had loosened the grip on the quill that it had to fall from the table to the floor.
"Sam..-"
You shifted awkwardly and glanced at the teacher's desk. The boy with a round-face who saved you earlier walked to the front of the class, clutching tight his textbook on his chest, and is currently having an un-interpretable conversation with Snape. Snape, looking somewhat aghast for some reason, put up an unmistakably mad expression as he listens to what the boy had to say.
"It's that Longbottom I've told you about, if you're wondering."
"Oh.
Uh, wait, I mean, that's not what I-"
Sam raised her eyebrows to you questioningly. You can't really say Snape did Legilimens to you. Not without proof..
"..never mind." You decided to shrug it off. Sam did the same after re-asking your condition again for the last time and went back to her duty after you answered and picked up your quill from the floor.
You blinked your eyes several times, reassuring that you've really gained control of your consciousness back, and braved to look at Snape again. Lungbottom is already back to his seat in the Gryffindor table. Snape's there, all calm, his earlier expression had faded and went back to his usual expressionless face. No more creepy stare, and the hex is fully released.
You bit your lip in curiosity and leaned to your chair. Your eyebrows furrowed, then you took a glimpse of Draco in the front of the class, turning his head to you. Not out of your expectation, as usual, that triumphant smirk of him still nests there, plastered menacingly on his face. But he quickly looked back to his table as you're half on the way to return the look and battle him.
The rest of the hour went just strangely normal as you returned as well to your note. You still maintain a cautious behavior towards your house's head though, but after that particular mental lock, he didn't seem to intend to do more suspicious thing to you. Maybe it's not his doing from the start after all?
Minutes then, all the students had finished copying down the notes and the chalk went back to its immobile state. Snape did some brief explanation about ingredients used in brewing Veritaserum and some other potions, then ordered to make some by using the ingredients provided in students' store-cupboard. It took all of you for not yawning in between his speeches and retort in between critical remarks he had thrown at you during practical task. Despite of Sam and the other Slytherins telling you he had this knack for his own house, he kept on trotting around your worktable, now and then making hurtful comments on the way you handle your brewing, how you stir, how you put in the ingredients, how the way Agrias had taught their students, and even the way you wipe the sweat trickling down your face using your sleeve.
After what you thought as the hundred and fifth time he came around to make nasty opinions, the bell rang. As he backed you, you made such face to imitate his sayings and was just about to walk out of class when he suddenly stopped you, the others still on their tables. The class won't end without him keeping his promise.
"Scurvy grass, rabid toad's tongue, unicorn's hair ..cone bras?"
"Goyle," Draco quickly flung a nervous, seemed-to-be-not-that-intended glare to his bulky friend as you form a look of disgust to him. It only worsens his expression when Goyle throws back the look to you and him and said an innocent 'what?' that completely deceives nobody.
"Your lists of needed ingredients are far more easier to acquire than mine," Sam frowned to break the awkward tense. She's comparing your ingredients list with hers, Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and some of the girls that shared the same dormroom with you whom you just know are Tracey and Daphne. You wonder where did that one girl, Pansy went though. Sam twisted her legs on her seat, looking somewhat dignified.
"Wonder where I can get 'happy tulip's essence'. Whatever that was."
"Just grab a posy of those cup flowers off Professor Sprout's glass house and wring them, it's not like they're not happy there." Draco responded frivolously.
"Well, sure I trust Professor took good care of them, but Snape isn't one of those teachers who will tolerate travesties in his given tasks, especially if it is a complete ridiculousness and failure." Sam replied without turning her head away from the lists, knowing that happy tulips in literal is just absurd.
"I just can't fathom it. Either this is a magical plant or just an overrated flower brand."
"What did Snape told you to get?" Tracey tilted her head to you curious.
"Rat tail, Silverweed, Spine of Lionfish, Pomegranate Juice and Unicorn's blood."
There's a quick haze of silence airing about just as you finished your words.
"No kidding? I mean for that last one?" Tracey looked a bit shocked. She moved even closer to see your list as though not believing what you had said.
"I wrote it down right.." You said slowly but Tracey seemed to catch a slight uncertainty in your words. She glued her eyes thickly to the list as the others whispered something you can't hear clearly, then looked up again at you, a flash of sad approval in her face.
"It.. seems it had become apparent that Snape is getting even more deadly this new term. Did you do something bad that offended him?"
You sharpened your brows absentmindedly. "What do you mean?"
"..never mind, I said nothing." She quickly waggled her hand in front of you and said again, "If Snape says so; he can tell you to do the worst things ever as a teacher. But at least you can get the Lionfish's spine from the starter kit." Both of you gave a glance to the kit on the table and she's right. There's your first ingredient. Check.
"I think those house elves won't mind if you bully them to get some delicacy." Goyle throws his 2 cents. Or Knuts. You nodded, although the idea of bullying is more likely to be further replaced by begging. Pomegranate Juice, check.
"Some of the potions stores here have Silverweeds for sale ..I think." Crabbe added. Not sure if Snape'll be blissful if you get it by buying, but there goes your alternative just in case. Check for the weed.
"So that leaves rat tail and unicorn's blood." Daphne concluded after you blessed those who threw in suggestions. Draco snorted.
"That's wild warfare for you. You'll struggle to get those, especially the blood. Pack some bandages or bring the matron.. who's her name again? Pompom?"
"So are you. Unicorn's hair requires as ultimate wit to retrieve." Sam retorted for you, but that conversation sort of leaves you with widened eyes.
"Wait a minute. We're not getting these by killing those animals..?
Wands, sparkles and all?"
"How else could you get unicorn's blood, really?" Draco drawled lazily, he sat on top of a table across you. "Obviously not by stroking its arse. Another story if it's a female and it's on its period, then again. Can't get it from buying off the Diagon Alley either, heard they sold it somewhere. They're blocking every way out from Hogwarts' area during term."
You never thought things such as animal cruelty would be taught here at Hogwarts. Your jaw dropped. Catching rats could be easy as a swing of the wand, with slight swipe marks on your hand if you must, and cutting the tail is just the fun part - but slaying down thorned white horses that can ram you on the face? You're not even sure this is legal, but whatever flies.
"Female unicorns have period?" You curled your lips.
"Don't worry, at least you'll have a companion when you go to take the blood. Draco's taking the hairs, ain't he?" Tracey poked your shoulder.
Nauseous glares are in exchange and both of you spat at the same time.
Not after he made you run some good laps through the entire school. He might've done it again when you're off killing the Unicorns then leave you alone in the woods til' the end of the term.
Then as you brushed off the Slytherin circle to pick up your notes from your desk, you saw Long.. well you're not really good at remembering names, but you know he's the round-faced boy who rescued you earlier from the Legilimens hex, whoever the caster was. He's just passing there until someone from your row of seat jerked him as a start.
"Hey, Longbottom! Why the long face?"
That gives you an immediate reminder about the rusty relationship between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Lungbottom turned his head to look at your direction.
"You know, I only hope you gave a better care of that lovely pet of yours," Another voice came up. Draco and his arrogant smirk flew down the table then strode out of the circle, approaching the kid like the bully he is.
"See, here's my list of needed ingredients, and - ah wait, I'll do the favor. You won't stand on your feet any longer if you read this, why I bet you can't even read any better than you were 5 anyway." The circle of Slytherins around you seemed to double up then lent out a series of laugh. "Here on the second bullet is, it says - Rabid toad's tongue. Consider your pet is living its last times of life."
"Trevor isn't rabid." He replied shrilly with a slight glare, but it seems to be useless. It only helped the other Slyths to make a laughing stock out of him.
"Worry not, now that I think of it more." Draco hissed and did a mocking appearance-inspection on him. "Judging by your state of tremendous disgrace and the sad fact that you are, a Squib, I bet your pet isn't in any better of condition. I'll say, I won't waste time fetching something such unworthy of admiration for Snape, so I'll go and find some better toads around. Your toad is good for nothing. But then again, you are a Gryffindor. Low as you might be, with the pets."
Then the mockery flows on and on as the other Slytherins pile it up and laugh; you don't understand it. Why he's not retorting? His round face is all red and one can only tell that he's really embarrassed and beyond angry there, being thrown here and there with jokes, but why didn't he shoot back the words as much? He's far too nice for his own good.
But gladly someone came to his rescue as you noticed someone bumped onto you from behind and was not wearing the emblem representing the serpentine. A black-haired boy with an easily distinguishable scar in the shape of a lightning across his forehead, stormed into the sea of laughing Slytherins, along with someone else whose red-hair strongly reminds you of Ginny. You assume he's one of her brothers. They made their way here from the thick sea of crowds behind you, looking very affronted.
"Oh lookie, we found ourselves another Gryffinderps. None other than the famous Pothead himself, and his forever loyal underling," Draco jeered. But that didn't make any of them reply either, though they seemed far more infuriated now that Draco came with the saying. They just pulled Lungbottom away from your sight without saying anything, looking stern, then parted the circle in great effort.
"What? That's it?" You weirded out as you see them struggling on their way through the last layers of flock.
"Don't press them too much, that's all they've got to show. Gryffindorks." Draco bared his gleaming teeth in satisfaction.
That's not what you meant. They didn't even say a thing. They didn't do anything wrong to us Slytherins, so why the cruel behaviors?
"You guys are ridiculous; far over the hedge." You murmured. Unexpectedly Draco heard that. His eyes beamed you a sudden frightening glare you had never seen before.
"What? What did you just say?"
"Filthy people," Sam quickly covered for you. "See, you should never know them. They're just plain weak."
That gives you an immediate reminder about the rusty relationship between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Lungbottom turned his head to look at your direction.
"You know, I only hope you gave a better care of that lovely pet of yours," Another voice came up. Draco and his arrogant smirk flew down the table then strode out of the circle, approaching the kid like the bully he is.
"See, here's my list of needed ingredients, and - ah wait, I'll do the favor. You won't stand on your feet any longer if you read this, why I bet you can't even read any better than you were 5 anyway." The circle of Slytherins around you seemed to double up then lent out a series of laugh. "Here on the second bullet is, it says - Rabid toad's tongue. Consider your pet is living its last times of life."
"Trevor isn't rabid." He replied shrilly with a slight glare, but it seems to be useless. It only helped the other Slyths to make a laughing stock out of him.
"Worry not, now that I think of it more." Draco hissed and did a mocking appearance-inspection on him. "Judging by your state of tremendous disgrace and the sad fact that you are, a Squib, I bet your pet isn't in any better of condition. I'll say, I won't waste time fetching something such unworthy of admiration for Snape, so I'll go and find some better toads around. Your toad is good for nothing. But then again, you are a Gryffindor. Low as you might be, with the pets."
Then the mockery flows on and on as the other Slytherins pile it up and laugh; you don't understand it. Why he's not retorting? His round face is all red and one can only tell that he's really embarrassed and beyond angry there, being thrown here and there with jokes, but why didn't he shoot back the words as much? He's far too nice for his own good.
But gladly someone came to his rescue as you noticed someone bumped onto you from behind and was not wearing the emblem representing the serpentine. A black-haired boy with an easily distinguishable scar in the shape of a lightning across his forehead, stormed into the sea of laughing Slytherins, along with someone else whose red-hair strongly reminds you of Ginny. You assume he's one of her brothers. They made their way here from the thick sea of crowds behind you, looking very affronted.
"Oh lookie, we found ourselves another Gryffinderps. None other than the famous Pothead himself, and his forever loyal underling," Draco jeered. But that didn't make any of them reply either, though they seemed far more infuriated now that Draco came with the saying. They just pulled Lungbottom away from your sight without saying anything, looking stern, then parted the circle in great effort.
"What? That's it?" You weirded out as you see them struggling on their way through the last layers of flock.
"Don't press them too much, that's all they've got to show. Gryffindorks." Draco bared his gleaming teeth in satisfaction.
That's not what you meant. They didn't even say a thing. They didn't do anything wrong to us Slytherins, so why the cruel behaviors?
"You guys are ridiculous; far over the hedge." You murmured. Unexpectedly Draco heard that. His eyes beamed you a sudden frightening glare you had never seen before.
"What? What did you just say?"
"Filthy people," Sam quickly covered for you. "See, you should never know them. They're just plain weak."
You're just about to reply to her words when the bell clanged for the second time, indicating that you should be hurrying to the next class now. Draco gave you a suspicious look. You returned it.
"Save what you wanna say later tonight." Sam whispered from behind; seems like she knows that you're about to retort her statement earlier. You know she grasps you're still on a good string with Ginny and you intend to keep it that way, but nevertheless she kept warning you not to get too close with her and her accomplices. You turned your look away from Draco and asked.
"Why later tonight?"
"We're having some Fire Whiskeys at the common room around 9." Daphne and Tracey followed you after getting her notebook off her table, her bag drooping because of the weight. "You're coming, right?"
Oh you love those brews. Way to go for friends too. You figured you only had few Slyherin pals since you got here, so you might as well go with this one and make some more.
"Of course." You giggled perkily and trampled along with the girls gang, purposely forcing yourself to leave the thoughts about Gryffindor at least for now.
Because you realized you need to start learning the fact that you are not in there now, but in Slytherin. Despite your detest of the bitter behaviors Slytherin pupils show, you know you need to adapt to those sooner or later.
Meanwhile, as you walk away, Draco put his notebook in his pocket and stared at you longingly, as though he's about to run up to you any second now and gnarl at you.
"Those dorks never really learn, do they," Goyle scornfully grinned, talking about the Gryffs beside him whose eyes are giving a look not much different from the ones the Slytherins had thrown at them. Then after a moment of no reply, he noticed Draco isn't listening.
"What's the matter, Draco?"
"..nothing." He curls his eyebrows, blinking. "Let's go."
✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Ehh, I'm slowly losing my urge on this..
Which is no way D:
I'll continue the next part later tonight ♥
Story: Resistance is Futile
0 Comments:
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)