Year-Long Partners With The Slytherin Captain
I was listening to a variety of songs on my iPod, half-sleeping. My best friends, Draco Malfoy and Cicillia (Cici) Blue, were in another compartment somewhere on this train, and I was alone. Good. I needed to be alone for awhile. My parents' death, which happened 2 days ago, really had me silent for a while. Draco and Cic understood, though. Cici has witnessed her own parents' death. So, we were both living with Draco.
All three of us were in our 2nd year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We all became fast friends last year. I was in Ravenclaw, Draco was in Slytherin (the worst House that could possibly exist), and Cici was in Gryffindor. Even though we were all in different Houses, we were still best friends. I didn't know anybody else in my House except for Ramone Cliffstone, a 2nd year like us.
Ramone Cliffstone was a half-blood, He only had his mother left. His father died when Ramone was very young. Anyway, Cici was a half-blood, too. Draco was pureblood, and I was muggle-born, but I didn't care, and neither did the others.
(here's Violet's train ride clothes: http://cf2.polyvoreimg.com/set.31508370.4Cxjgah_4BGw07OW2_g3ww.s.jpg)
I sighed a deep sigh, as I shut off my iPod and put it back in my bag. We had left King's Cross Station 20 minutes ago, so we still had a long way to go before we reach the school. I leaned back, beginning to fall asleep. I was relaxed, so relaxed, it was perfect for taking a nap. I thought these thoughts were enjoyable, and they stayed that way. Until....
"Well, well, well. If it isn't my Quidditch nemesis, Violet." a voice sneered. I opened my eyes and saw Marcus Flint standing in the compartment doorway, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. He was smirking.
Flint. The captain of the Slytherin Team on Quidditch, a broomstick flying game all Hogwarts students played. Flint was one of the meanest and toughest guys on Slytherin. He had black hair, a pale complexion, shifty grey eyes, and ugly yellow teeth. I don't know what happened to his teeth. Some of it was crooked, a bit pointy, yellow(of course), etc. It was creepy, it even freaked me out, but I never show it.
Whenever Flint saw me in the stands at Quidditch, he would always smile evilly, showing his creepy-looking teeth. He smiled as if he was going to do something evil to me. I always gave him a glare after having him smile at me for a minute.
On Saturdays and Sundays (school free days of course), I would always sit by the lake listening to music, reading, or drawing. Sometimes doing nothing and just thinking. Flint would always see me and bother me for half the day until I do something to shoo him away, and whenever I did that, he would run off, laughing and smiling evilly at me. Then he would disappear and I would never see him until dinner and the next day.
Flint was always bothering me on weekdays, during school, in between classes, out on the school grounds, everywhere. He was the only one who always hung around me, bothering me every second he got. It made me feel irritated, annoyed, and angry.
One time, I was taking a nap by the lake, leaning against a tree, and suddenly, Flint's ice cold fingers wrap around my throat and scare the frack out of me. I would always jump in fright and he'd always laugh.
I hated him. I really did. So I don't know why he keeps hanging around me. For one thing, it's creepy, having him follow me around almost all day. I try running from him, but he always catches me and pins me down on the ground, never letting me go until 5 freakin' minutes later.
"What do you want, Flint?" I asked wearily. "I don't want anything." he replied, closing the compartment door behind him and locking it. When I heard the click, my eyes shot wide open, I knew something was up.
"I just wanna let you know that we're beating your team this year, this time." he continued. "HA!" I cried. "Yeah right. Like that's gonna happen." He rolled his eyes. When he does that, it always seems like his eyes go way back inside his head, so that only the white parts were shown. I shivered. It was totally creepy, and he's a creepy guy.
He came over and sat down on the seat across from me, smirking. As usual. He stared at me with those cold grey eyes. I shivered again, and tried to ignore him. "Where's your little friends, hm?" Flint asked, raising both his brows at the same time.
"None of your business." I muttered, looking out the window. He leaned forward and pinched me on the arm. Hard. "OWWW! What the heck was that for!?" I cried, rubbing my now red arm.
"For back talking me." he drawled. I glared at him, and kicked him in the leg. He didn't seem to notice, just kept staring at me. I threw him a death glare, and looked out the window again, trying to ignore him.
He smiled that creepy smile. Whenever he smiled like that, I always shiver. It was just so...so...creepy. I shifted uncomfortably, and he smirked. "Why aren't you with your friends?" I mumbled, but he heard me. "None of your business." he replied, repeating the same words I had said to him a few minutes ago.
I huffed in exhaustion and frustration. "Go away, Flint." I said. "No." he replied simply. "If you don't get out, I'll make you get out." I threatened, but I don't think it was a very good threat. He snickered. "Yeah. Right. I'd like to see you try." he laughed. My cheeks suddenly felt hot, and I knew I was blushing.
I really didn't want him in my compartment anymore. So, I did something that I thought I'd never be able to do to a Slytherin guy. I stood up, towering over Flint, and punched him hard in the face. I heard a snap in my hand, then I felt searing pain. I tried hard not to scream in pain, though. Meanwhile, Flint was holding his nose and wincing in pain. I think I managed to break his nose. And now, I believe that I broke my hand doing it.
Man, his bones are tough. I thought. I angrily sat back down without saying a word. Gonna have to wait 'til we get to the hospital wing to fix my hand up. The thing that I'm most upset about right now, was that Flint wasn't LEAVING!
I just punched the guy, he should be leaving! But he's not. "Nice try, Henderson, but that's not gonna make me get out of this compartment." he snickered, still holding his nose. That's when I lost it.
I grew so angry and annoyed that I let out a howl of rage and raised my fist again, but this time, he was faster. And he grabbed my wrists to keep me from punching him again. We ended up having sort of an arm wrestle. I tried to push him back, using all of my strength, but he was stronger. Much stronger.
His fingers tightened around my fists, pushing me back. My palm was up against his, and I tried my hardest to push him back into his seat. But, like I said, he was stronger than me. He was 16 years old for crying out loud! And I was only a 12 year old magic geek (I love magic very much, so that's why I call myself a magic geek).
He smiled evilly and with one final push, he managed to sit me back down onto my seat. His hands slipped from mine and slammed onto my shoulders. He shoved me hard, banging the back of my head against the wall behind me. I winced in pain.
He dug his palms farther into my shoulders, smiling that creepy smile. He knew that he had won.
He got off of me and sat back down in his spot, feeling victorious.
All three of us were in our 2nd year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We all became fast friends last year. I was in Ravenclaw, Draco was in Slytherin (the worst House that could possibly exist), and Cici was in Gryffindor. Even though we were all in different Houses, we were still best friends. I didn't know anybody else in my House except for Ramone Cliffstone, a 2nd year like us.
Ramone Cliffstone was a half-blood, He only had his mother left. His father died when Ramone was very young. Anyway, Cici was a half-blood, too. Draco was pureblood, and I was muggle-born, but I didn't care, and neither did the others.
(here's Violet's train ride clothes: http://cf2.polyvoreimg.com/set.31508370.4Cxjgah_4BGw07OW2_g3ww.s.jpg)
I sighed a deep sigh, as I shut off my iPod and put it back in my bag. We had left King's Cross Station 20 minutes ago, so we still had a long way to go before we reach the school. I leaned back, beginning to fall asleep. I was relaxed, so relaxed, it was perfect for taking a nap. I thought these thoughts were enjoyable, and they stayed that way. Until....
"Well, well, well. If it isn't my Quidditch nemesis, Violet." a voice sneered. I opened my eyes and saw Marcus Flint standing in the compartment doorway, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. He was smirking.
Flint. The captain of the Slytherin Team on Quidditch, a broomstick flying game all Hogwarts students played. Flint was one of the meanest and toughest guys on Slytherin. He had black hair, a pale complexion, shifty grey eyes, and ugly yellow teeth. I don't know what happened to his teeth. Some of it was crooked, a bit pointy, yellow(of course), etc. It was creepy, it even freaked me out, but I never show it.
Whenever Flint saw me in the stands at Quidditch, he would always smile evilly, showing his creepy-looking teeth. He smiled as if he was going to do something evil to me. I always gave him a glare after having him smile at me for a minute.
On Saturdays and Sundays (school free days of course), I would always sit by the lake listening to music, reading, or drawing. Sometimes doing nothing and just thinking. Flint would always see me and bother me for half the day until I do something to shoo him away, and whenever I did that, he would run off, laughing and smiling evilly at me. Then he would disappear and I would never see him until dinner and the next day.
Flint was always bothering me on weekdays, during school, in between classes, out on the school grounds, everywhere. He was the only one who always hung around me, bothering me every second he got. It made me feel irritated, annoyed, and angry.
One time, I was taking a nap by the lake, leaning against a tree, and suddenly, Flint's ice cold fingers wrap around my throat and scare the frack out of me. I would always jump in fright and he'd always laugh.
I hated him. I really did. So I don't know why he keeps hanging around me. For one thing, it's creepy, having him follow me around almost all day. I try running from him, but he always catches me and pins me down on the ground, never letting me go until 5 freakin' minutes later.
"What do you want, Flint?" I asked wearily. "I don't want anything." he replied, closing the compartment door behind him and locking it. When I heard the click, my eyes shot wide open, I knew something was up.
"I just wanna let you know that we're beating your team this year, this time." he continued. "HA!" I cried. "Yeah right. Like that's gonna happen." He rolled his eyes. When he does that, it always seems like his eyes go way back inside his head, so that only the white parts were shown. I shivered. It was totally creepy, and he's a creepy guy.
He came over and sat down on the seat across from me, smirking. As usual. He stared at me with those cold grey eyes. I shivered again, and tried to ignore him. "Where's your little friends, hm?" Flint asked, raising both his brows at the same time.
"None of your business." I muttered, looking out the window. He leaned forward and pinched me on the arm. Hard. "OWWW! What the heck was that for!?" I cried, rubbing my now red arm.
"For back talking me." he drawled. I glared at him, and kicked him in the leg. He didn't seem to notice, just kept staring at me. I threw him a death glare, and looked out the window again, trying to ignore him.
He smiled that creepy smile. Whenever he smiled like that, I always shiver. It was just so...so...creepy. I shifted uncomfortably, and he smirked. "Why aren't you with your friends?" I mumbled, but he heard me. "None of your business." he replied, repeating the same words I had said to him a few minutes ago.
I huffed in exhaustion and frustration. "Go away, Flint." I said. "No." he replied simply. "If you don't get out, I'll make you get out." I threatened, but I don't think it was a very good threat. He snickered. "Yeah. Right. I'd like to see you try." he laughed. My cheeks suddenly felt hot, and I knew I was blushing.
I really didn't want him in my compartment anymore. So, I did something that I thought I'd never be able to do to a Slytherin guy. I stood up, towering over Flint, and punched him hard in the face. I heard a snap in my hand, then I felt searing pain. I tried hard not to scream in pain, though. Meanwhile, Flint was holding his nose and wincing in pain. I think I managed to break his nose. And now, I believe that I broke my hand doing it.
Man, his bones are tough. I thought. I angrily sat back down without saying a word. Gonna have to wait 'til we get to the hospital wing to fix my hand up. The thing that I'm most upset about right now, was that Flint wasn't LEAVING!
I just punched the guy, he should be leaving! But he's not. "Nice try, Henderson, but that's not gonna make me get out of this compartment." he snickered, still holding his nose. That's when I lost it.
I grew so angry and annoyed that I let out a howl of rage and raised my fist again, but this time, he was faster. And he grabbed my wrists to keep me from punching him again. We ended up having sort of an arm wrestle. I tried to push him back, using all of my strength, but he was stronger. Much stronger.
His fingers tightened around my fists, pushing me back. My palm was up against his, and I tried my hardest to push him back into his seat. But, like I said, he was stronger than me. He was 16 years old for crying out loud! And I was only a 12 year old magic geek (I love magic very much, so that's why I call myself a magic geek).
He smiled evilly and with one final push, he managed to sit me back down onto my seat. His hands slipped from mine and slammed onto my shoulders. He shoved me hard, banging the back of my head against the wall behind me. I winced in pain.
He dug his palms farther into my shoulders, smiling that creepy smile. He knew that he had won.
He got off of me and sat back down in his spot, feeling victorious.
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