Annoying as always chpt 1.
I’m not the kind of person who causes a scene at Hogwarts.
I do my homework, I show up to class on time, and I usually know when to keep my mouth shut — unless someone’s being a complete idiot, in which case, Hermione tends to beat me to it anyway.
Today starts like every other Monday. Cold stone floors. Scrambled eggs that are slightly too rubbery.
“I swear,” Hermione mutters next to me at breakfast, flipping open her planner, “Snape enjoys watching us suffer. Two essays due by Friday. And a practical on Thursday.”
“Love that for us,” I say, stabbing my toast.
Ginny leans across the table, eyes scanning the schedule. “I have Quidditch practice tonight. That’ll be fun. At least until I freeze to death.”
She looks tired, but in that way where she somehow still manages to look completely put together. I don’t know how she does that.
I follow them through the halls as we head toward Charms, letting their conversation fill the quiet spaces in my head. There’s a quiz coming up. Hermione’s already prepared. Ginny’s pretending not to care but will probably ace it anyway. I’m somewhere in the middle — focused, but low-key exhausted.
By lunch, I’ve already filled four pages of notes and gotten ink on my sleeve.
The Great Hall buzzes around us, loud and chaotic. Somewhere down the table, someone shouts as a pumpkin pasty explodes midair, but I don’t even turn my head. Ginny groans at the noise.
“Honestly,” she mutters. “Do boys ever grow up?”
“I think the answer’s no,” I say, reaching for an apple. “But points for consistency.”
Of course it’s them.
They’re always doing something. Joking, throwing things, making dramatic scenes out of nothing. Sometimes I wonder if they even realize we’re here to learn.
I don’t get the appeal, they are quite annoying if I’m being honest.
