Amelia and Isabell hadn’t seen Olivia much over the past few days. And if they saw her, she would stay silent. 

‘So, did you go visit your big buddy or something?’ Isabell asked, trying to cheer up Olivia, but instead, Olivia felt more sad. 

‘A-alright c-class, t-t-today we-we will read p-pages two un-until fourteen,’ stammered Professor Quirrell, their teacher for the session. 

He had a strange robe on his head and was wearing a dark blue cloak.

‘He should be named Professor Squirrel, it suits him better,’ Draco said as Isabell raised her eyebrows.

A few Slytherins laughed.

Squirrel…nice name…, thought Isabell.

‘Shut up, Malfoy,’ said Harry. ‘I told you he doesn’t stay three minutes without making a comment.’ 

He rolled his eyes at Ron. Hermione laughed.

‘Well, is it your business Potter?’ Draco smirked.

‘Yes, it is his business, he’s making you shut up,’ Isabell said angrily.

But before Draco could argue back, Olivia had raised her hand.

‘Y-yes?’ Professor Quirrell said as he gestured towards Olivia.

‘I finished sir.’ 

‘M-marvellous, 5 p-points f-for R-Ravenclaw.’

‘Sir!’ Draco had raised his hand.

‘Y-yes Mr. M-M-Malfoy?’ 

Olivia glared at Draco and back at the professor.

‘Why do you stammer too much?’

Everyone gasped.

‘That is quite rude of you Draco, anyone can stammer if they want you know, and who says you don’t stammer in your sleep, or when you see Professor Mcgonagall? Good thing she is strict but fair.’ Isabell and Olivia glared at Draco even more.

Harry, Ron, Isabell and Hermione laughed hard. Amelia grinned slightly. But Pansy looked as though she wanted to grab their throats. 

‘I-’

‘P-please r-read pages f-fourteen t-to ei-eighteen f-f-for homework a-and p-p-practice the w-wand mov-movements. C-class dis-dismissed,’ stammered the professor.

Everyone ran out of the classroom, laughing at Draco or either at the Slytherins: Pansy and Zabini; they looked furious.

‘Draco’s so rude, why would he say that? And to a professor!’ yelled Olivia angrily.

‘I know right? Who knew he would cross that line?’ Isabell said as she took a bite from the sandwich she saved for the five minute break between Defense against the Dark Arts and Charms.

‘I knew he would go too far, I’ve lived with him for seven years, visiting his house and having dinner with his fancy family,’ said Amelia grimly.