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Underneath this smile
My world is slowly caving in
All the while
I'm hanging on
Cause that is all I know
Only one more class before lunch and this is one I missed yesterday; Charms with Professor Flitwick. He’s a tiny little man who often looses his train of thought. Thankfully we are just continuing what the rest of the class learned the day before, swish and flick.
“One of a wizard’s most rudimentary skills is levitation, or the ability to make objects fly. Do you all have your feathers? Good. Now don’t forget the nice wrist movement we’ve been practicing. The swish and flick. Everyone,” starts Flitwick, standing on a large stack of books.
“Swish and flick,” everyone says, moving their wands in the same motion. I try my best to make it seem like I know what I’m doing. I don’t look any worse than the others.
“Good!” exclaims Professor Flitwick with a small squeak of pleasure. “Oh, and enunciate; Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then.”
Glancing down at my feather, “Wingardium Leviosa,” I start but it does nothing. No matter, I didn’t think I was going to do it on the first try.
After about fifteen minutes Seamus has managed to blow up his feather and I’ve gotten mine to rise off the desk about an inch. Charms like this are harder than I thought. I’m just not concentrating.
By the end of class Granger has managed to levitate her feather to a point Professor Flitwick actually notices. He is quite pleased.
“Show off,” I mumble, brushing the feather off the desk watching it as it drifts down, landing gently on the floor.
“Well done! See here, everyone, Miss Granger’s don’t it! Splendid! Well done, dear,” says Flitwick with a smile.
At Lunch
“What’s wrong?” questions Draco, watching as I push my food around on my plate.
“Have you noticed how they all eye me? And tonight I’ve got detention with the Headmaster because none of the teachers wanted me. They all judge. I just want to get away.” I reply as my fork slips from my hand, hitting my plate with a loud clank before falling to the floor. I don’t bother to pick it up.
“I didn’t judge. Crabbe and Goyle didn’t judge.”
“Crabbe and Goyle are about as smart as a troll,” I reply.
Draco glances over at the two buffoons who are stuffing their face’s and laughs, “I’ve got to give you that one.”
“Can I tell you something?” I question.
“Whatever you want.”
“What’s the deal between Pansy and you? I only ask because well, I’m her friend and you’re my friend. I don’t want you to at each other’s throats all the time and by that I mean her always shooting you dirty looks.”
“She wants a snogging partner I told her it wouldn’t be me. Don’t worry about it though.”
“We’re only eleven. She shouldn’t even know what snogging is,” I answer back.
Draco shrugs, “Pansy is a bit advanced I guess.”
“Right. Okay, thanks,” with that I stand and exit the Great Hall thanking Merlin that I didn’t fall this time.
What in the world? Pansy can’t be any older than I am and she’s already got the claws out. This is completely crazy and after what I told her the other night. Trust is a stupid thing to give after only a day or two of knowing someone. How could I be so stupid? Suddenly the walls start to spin and the temperature begins to rise rapidly. I close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose trying to get the walls to stand still…they don’t. Just as my breathing begins to quicken I feel the floor disappear from under me.
About Two Hours Later
I open my eyes to a concerned looking Snape, Draco and nurse. I thought those where over. I hadn’t had a fit for almost two years. Something set it off, but what? The throbbing in my head stops my train of thought. I must’ve hit it pretty hard.
“Sorry,” I mumble, sitting up.
“No need to apologize for whatever this is,” replies Draco with a smile. Why is he even here?
“What exactly happened, Elizabeth?” questions Severus.
“Um…I fell,” I offer up with a shrug.
“Obviously,” Snape replies. “Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“She’ll be fine. There’s no need for details,” the nurse says. “You’re head’ll hurt for a bit but by morning you’ll be fine.”
“Right, well best be off to detention. I assume it’s that time.” I say, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, the room spinning before me.
“About,” answers Draco, offering me an arm so I can steady myself.
Despite the fact I feel I way hurl I slowly make my way to the eagle statue that is the entrance of Dumbledore’s office. Of course I was helped there by Draco who did not say a single word. Apparently it is pretty obvious I am trying to hold in what little I did eat for lunch.
“See you in about an hour,” he says before walking off.
What if I just sat down right here put my head between my knees and refused to go up? Would they send me away or eventually would someone come by and bring me back to the hospital wing? I don’t think I’d care either way. I’ve learned my lesson; I’m never skipping class again.
After about five minutes of arguing with myself I give the statue the password Dumbledore had given my earlier; lemon tart, and ride the step up.
“Come in,” calls Dumbledore once I’ve reached the top.
Entering the headmaster’s office I take the first seat I find, afraid the room might start spinning or going out of focus if I don’t. There is still a terrible throbbing in my head.
“I’m going to ask you to write me two pages on why you did not attend your classes the other day, Miss Riddle,” Dumbledore says as two pieces of parchment, a quill and ink well appear on the desk in front of me. It’s going to be a long night.
I don’t remember what time I finished writing out detailed descriptions of my dreams I had whilst napping to fill two pages of parchment, but I do remember falling asleep the second my head hit the pillow. I could have slept till end of term.
My world is slowly caving in
All the while
I'm hanging on
Cause that is all I know
Only one more class before lunch and this is one I missed yesterday; Charms with Professor Flitwick. He’s a tiny little man who often looses his train of thought. Thankfully we are just continuing what the rest of the class learned the day before, swish and flick.
“One of a wizard’s most rudimentary skills is levitation, or the ability to make objects fly. Do you all have your feathers? Good. Now don’t forget the nice wrist movement we’ve been practicing. The swish and flick. Everyone,” starts Flitwick, standing on a large stack of books.
“Swish and flick,” everyone says, moving their wands in the same motion. I try my best to make it seem like I know what I’m doing. I don’t look any worse than the others.
“Good!” exclaims Professor Flitwick with a small squeak of pleasure. “Oh, and enunciate; Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then.”
Glancing down at my feather, “Wingardium Leviosa,” I start but it does nothing. No matter, I didn’t think I was going to do it on the first try.
After about fifteen minutes Seamus has managed to blow up his feather and I’ve gotten mine to rise off the desk about an inch. Charms like this are harder than I thought. I’m just not concentrating.
By the end of class Granger has managed to levitate her feather to a point Professor Flitwick actually notices. He is quite pleased.
“Show off,” I mumble, brushing the feather off the desk watching it as it drifts down, landing gently on the floor.
“Well done! See here, everyone, Miss Granger’s don’t it! Splendid! Well done, dear,” says Flitwick with a smile.
At Lunch
“What’s wrong?” questions Draco, watching as I push my food around on my plate.
“Have you noticed how they all eye me? And tonight I’ve got detention with the Headmaster because none of the teachers wanted me. They all judge. I just want to get away.” I reply as my fork slips from my hand, hitting my plate with a loud clank before falling to the floor. I don’t bother to pick it up.
“I didn’t judge. Crabbe and Goyle didn’t judge.”
“Crabbe and Goyle are about as smart as a troll,” I reply.
Draco glances over at the two buffoons who are stuffing their face’s and laughs, “I’ve got to give you that one.”
“Can I tell you something?” I question.
“Whatever you want.”
“What’s the deal between Pansy and you? I only ask because well, I’m her friend and you’re my friend. I don’t want you to at each other’s throats all the time and by that I mean her always shooting you dirty looks.”
“She wants a snogging partner I told her it wouldn’t be me. Don’t worry about it though.”
“We’re only eleven. She shouldn’t even know what snogging is,” I answer back.
Draco shrugs, “Pansy is a bit advanced I guess.”
“Right. Okay, thanks,” with that I stand and exit the Great Hall thanking Merlin that I didn’t fall this time.
What in the world? Pansy can’t be any older than I am and she’s already got the claws out. This is completely crazy and after what I told her the other night. Trust is a stupid thing to give after only a day or two of knowing someone. How could I be so stupid? Suddenly the walls start to spin and the temperature begins to rise rapidly. I close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose trying to get the walls to stand still…they don’t. Just as my breathing begins to quicken I feel the floor disappear from under me.
About Two Hours Later
I open my eyes to a concerned looking Snape, Draco and nurse. I thought those where over. I hadn’t had a fit for almost two years. Something set it off, but what? The throbbing in my head stops my train of thought. I must’ve hit it pretty hard.
“Sorry,” I mumble, sitting up.
“No need to apologize for whatever this is,” replies Draco with a smile. Why is he even here?
“What exactly happened, Elizabeth?” questions Severus.
“Um…I fell,” I offer up with a shrug.
“Obviously,” Snape replies. “Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“She’ll be fine. There’s no need for details,” the nurse says. “You’re head’ll hurt for a bit but by morning you’ll be fine.”
“Right, well best be off to detention. I assume it’s that time.” I say, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, the room spinning before me.
“About,” answers Draco, offering me an arm so I can steady myself.
Despite the fact I feel I way hurl I slowly make my way to the eagle statue that is the entrance of Dumbledore’s office. Of course I was helped there by Draco who did not say a single word. Apparently it is pretty obvious I am trying to hold in what little I did eat for lunch.
“See you in about an hour,” he says before walking off.
What if I just sat down right here put my head between my knees and refused to go up? Would they send me away or eventually would someone come by and bring me back to the hospital wing? I don’t think I’d care either way. I’ve learned my lesson; I’m never skipping class again.
After about five minutes of arguing with myself I give the statue the password Dumbledore had given my earlier; lemon tart, and ride the step up.
“Come in,” calls Dumbledore once I’ve reached the top.
Entering the headmaster’s office I take the first seat I find, afraid the room might start spinning or going out of focus if I don’t. There is still a terrible throbbing in my head.
“I’m going to ask you to write me two pages on why you did not attend your classes the other day, Miss Riddle,” Dumbledore says as two pieces of parchment, a quill and ink well appear on the desk in front of me. It’s going to be a long night.
I don’t remember what time I finished writing out detailed descriptions of my dreams I had whilst napping to fill two pages of parchment, but I do remember falling asleep the second my head hit the pillow. I could have slept till end of term.
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