The Witch At Hogwarts
written by Lyla Phoenix
Scarlet Flintion never had a friend in her life. But now, things are different. Turns out that she's a witch. But, she also has a big secret she's managed to keep almost her whole life. Her world has been turned upside down. Her secret gets revealed. She has a group of friends. What else will happen to her?
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Chapter Eight
Chapter 8
I spent the night in the library, knowing that the group of boys, who called themselves the marauders, were unlikely to come in here. Unless they had to, or were studying. I knew that, when they were all fully conscious and thinking straight, they would beat me to a pulp.
I read about herbology, since it's basically gibberish to me. If I were in a situation with the whomping willow, I'm as good as dead.
"What are you doing here, after hours?" Asked a male voice. I looked up. It was a boy with slightly tanned skin and midnight blue messy hair. His eyes were Hazel, and buzzing with energy.
"I could ask you the same thing." He smirked. "Well... If you don't answer my question... I might just report you." "You're bluffing." "Really?" He said, raising and eyebrow. He out of the library.
A few minutes later, a teacher came in. She gave me detention. I saw the tattle tail trailing along behind her. "Snitch." I snickered. "Bookworm." He hissed back.
I dragged my feet as I was led back to my house, and into my dorm. It was around midnight, so naturally Delaney was up. She was laying down now, spread out as if she hadn't been writing all night. I imagined her growing up to an actress. Or maybe and author. Nah, Abby's the author.
Abby woke up. She sat up when the teacher left. We sat in silence. "We sat in an awkward silence, affraid to wake the other students." I slightly chuckled. "W-what was that?" "Oh, that was my habit. You know, the one I told you about the day we met." I thought, trying to remember. I was told I had the memory of a goldfish. Then it hit me. "Ooooohhh... That's the thing we're you-" I pause, my thoughts moving faster than my mouth can move.
"Huh... That was actually pretty good." Delaney had gone into the comment room to listen to the crackling fire in the fireplace. She said it was relaxing. I prefer the beach.
Eventually, we fell asleep talking. I had a stupid nightmare about the stupid marauders. They were beating me up. Physically, and magically. I guess I haven't let go of the stress of them finding me.
I got lucky when I beat them up. I had then in shock, and one unconscious. Next time, I won't have any tricks up my sleeve. They know. And they'll use it against me. I know it.
I read about herbology, since it's basically gibberish to me. If I were in a situation with the whomping willow, I'm as good as dead.
"What are you doing here, after hours?" Asked a male voice. I looked up. It was a boy with slightly tanned skin and midnight blue messy hair. His eyes were Hazel, and buzzing with energy.
"I could ask you the same thing." He smirked. "Well... If you don't answer my question... I might just report you." "You're bluffing." "Really?" He said, raising and eyebrow. He out of the library.
A few minutes later, a teacher came in. She gave me detention. I saw the tattle tail trailing along behind her. "Snitch." I snickered. "Bookworm." He hissed back.
I dragged my feet as I was led back to my house, and into my dorm. It was around midnight, so naturally Delaney was up. She was laying down now, spread out as if she hadn't been writing all night. I imagined her growing up to an actress. Or maybe and author. Nah, Abby's the author.
Abby woke up. She sat up when the teacher left. We sat in silence. "We sat in an awkward silence, affraid to wake the other students." I slightly chuckled. "W-what was that?" "Oh, that was my habit. You know, the one I told you about the day we met." I thought, trying to remember. I was told I had the memory of a goldfish. Then it hit me. "Ooooohhh... That's the thing we're you-" I pause, my thoughts moving faster than my mouth can move.
"Huh... That was actually pretty good." Delaney had gone into the comment room to listen to the crackling fire in the fireplace. She said it was relaxing. I prefer the beach.
Eventually, we fell asleep talking. I had a stupid nightmare about the stupid marauders. They were beating me up. Physically, and magically. I guess I haven't let go of the stress of them finding me.
I got lucky when I beat them up. I had then in shock, and one unconscious. Next time, I won't have any tricks up my sleeve. They know. And they'll use it against me. I know it.
