Charms passes very slowly. When it does, however, I zoom out of the classroom like fiery flames on hay. Outside the Transfiguration classroom, I stop, dead. They must know a shortcut. Putting on a brave face, I stride, much more confidently than I feel, towards James. "You can do this - again." I think. "Hurry up slowcoach! How did you get here? By snail!?" Sniggers James and I feel my face burn. Busted. Again. Staring at my shoes, I hurry past the Marauders, into the classroom. Sirius tries - and succeeds - to trip me as I pass. At least it wasn't worse, but it's enough to make me feel like I've been slapped.
When I sit down, Lily gives me a questioning shrug; I ignore her. She always makes it worse, besides, I can do this... No, I can't... But I have to and, for now at least, I must focus on the lesson. Absent mindedly, I doodle on a scrap piece of parchment: a portion phile. That always makes me feel better. Potions are my life. Without those lessons, I would never have had the strength to keep going. Something brushes past my arm and I sigh wearily and pick it up. Every part of me is screening "No Severus! No! Don't even touch it!" And I know that it will be from the smirking boy whom I loath and that it'll only cause me to get upset. I cannot let that happen, but curiosity gets the better of me. With fumbling fingers and a pounding heart, I unfold the note..
"GO BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM, DRUNKARD!!!"
Ouch! I cannot stay here! Hurriedly, I put up my shaking hand in the air. "Um, Professor, can I go to the bathroom please?" Mc Gonagle surveys me for a moment - like Lily. "Yes." I grab my stuff and run out, not looking at anybody. But not before I hear a horribly familiar voice ask if they can go as well...
NO! I sprint full-pelt down the corridors. Spotting a boys' bathroom up ahead, I hurry inside, shut the door and stand in front of the cracked sinks. "No. I -c-can't." The whisper barely escapes me before I break down entirely. I can't continue, not anymore. How stupid was I to think that I could? The door creeks open to reveal Potter. This is the last thing I need. Deep breaths. I cannot afford to let him see what wounds he has afflicted upon me. Too late. Brace yourself.
"So, I've finally got the crybaby on his own.... Hmmm.... What to do with you now???" James' voice is soft, deadly and terrifying. Slowly, he picks up my bag and I know what is coming. I have seen it a million times before - oh why did I bring it with me. Stressing greatly, I watch Potter turn my belongings upside down............