Hallway's

She was so...so...INFURIATING! I was coming to my wit's end with her. It took all the strength that I had to bite back all the threats and comments I wanted to yell at her, but didn't.

I sighed and waited for the classroom to fill up, there weren't as many students doing potions this year as alot had failed te class or not met high enoug standers.

'Ok.' said Professor Liyter ((?)) "today we we be brewing the draft of sleeping death. You should have the recipe in your books and there is ingredients in the carboard. Begin.'

I opened the book, although it wasn't necessary. Potions was my best subject and I was a whiz at potion-making. I looked at the students. Most of them seemed to struggling with it. Haha to them.

I opened my book, bored. I could probably do it with my eyes shut. I got the ingrediants and went to work not really paying attension to what I was doing but not mucking up my potion either

Boredly, I worked on the potion in a mundane manner. If I had to bet I would say Vena (I really should start calling her Riddle, since she calls me Blackridge, but that sounds weird) was doing the same. Show-off...

I gave the potion a last twirl and put down the spoon. I had finished the potion and now was even boreder then I had been while doing the potion. Did they teach anyting interesting at this school?

I finished, and decided to look around. Most people were still having problems, their potions being all sorts of the wrong colors. Only two people had it 100% right. Me and her. It was depressing really...

I sighed watching the potion bubble. it was an odd potion. A silver-gold type colour.It was also thick sometimes hard to stir but other time its flowed easily.

I raised my hand.

'Miss Riddle?'

'What do we do once we're done. Sir?'

I almost felt the need to laugh as all the other students swiveled around to stare at her in shock and disbelief. "Well," the teacher said, "I suppose, since there's nothing more to do you can just whenever you finish, after I've checked your potion over of course."

I nodded smiling slightly as the rest of the class went back to their half finished potions. Professor Liyter came over and look at my potion and noded.

'That looks very nice Miss. Riddle. Prehaps you should go on with some other work. Homework?' I nodded thinking. What homework?

"Professor," I called from where I was sitting. "I'm done too."

He walked over and checked it over. "Absolutely perfect," he said with a trace of astonishment.

"Thank you," I said in my sweetest voice. "Can I leave now?"

The professor nodded and I got up, gathered my things and left. Destination: the Library.

I gathered my things too I wondered where I was headed. I dicided to go to the library to see if I could find any books with a spell I didn't know yet. I slung my bag over my back and left the class.

(Make a new thread named te library)

"Not my fault I enheirited from my great great great ect. grandfather. Salazar slytherin." I shruged and continued walking did this person ever leave me alone...?

"You're related to Salazar Slytherin?" I asked, my eyes widening. "Epic."

I shruged. " I suppose..." I didn't really care about it to be frank.

"It's cool," I said. "I really don't see why people don't like you, other than the attitude of course."

I rolled my eyes again. "Yea cause a crazy murderer of a dad had nothing to do with it." I muttered sarcasticly.

"Doesn't bother me," I -probably unnecessarily- pointed out.

"No wow I wouldn;t have noticed that if you didnt tell me."

"You're sarcasm is unappreciated..." I muttered.

"Meh." I said shrugging. "You company is unapriacted."

I frowned. "Excuse me for making an effort at giving you someone to talk to, instead of always being ignore and shit!"

"What if I don't want to talk to you?' I muttered. "Go away I want my space right now."

I scowled and glared at her. "Whatever," I said. "We have the same class next. There's really no avoiding me."

I scowled. "great. life sucks"