Devia Lupus

2-Midnight Jog

"Mannings, Scott."

"Slytherin!"
I ignored the rest of my house as they applauded, and the blonde-haired eleven-year-old hopped off the stool and, grinning broadly, made his way over to the table.

The boy surveyed the table, then with great interest, sat down across from me. It must have looked ridiculous as the nearest person was at least four seats away.

"Hi!" The boy said. "I'm Scott! Why are you down here by yourself?"

I stared at him. Scott was a thin boy of eleven with flaxen hair and bright blue eyes-he came up to around the middle of my abdomen.

He looked at me expectantly, awaiting a response.

"Maybe it's because I feel like it," I said with an edge of annoyance.

"Why?" Scott asked. "You seem cool. Especially with those awesome highlights! How'd you get them in there?" He pointed at my hair, which was shaggy black with silver highlights streaked through it.

"Magic," I lied. Truth be told, my hair was naturally like that, but I figured McGonagall would give me detention if I overloaded a newbie.

"Sweet! Can you teach me? I supposed silver wouldn't look good in my hair, so what about blue? Oh-maybe red! You never answered my other question. Why do-"

"Kid!" I snapped. "Do you ever shut up???"

He looked only slightly put out. "Scott, and yes I do. Now answer my question!"

I glared at him. "Because-I-feel-like-it!"

He flushed, then turned to the sorting.

"Yin, Amy!"

"Gryffindor!"
"And now? We eat!" McGonagall said with a small smile.

I looked at the food that appeared in front of me, and pushed it away, nauseous.

Scott, digging in, paused. "Aren't you going to eat?"
"Kid!" I snarled. "SHUT UP!"
He obliged.

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A short while later, I could no longer ignore the pains of my stomach. I slipped out, Scott protesting, and made a beeline for the boy's lavatory.

Sickness overcame me quickly. I felt my forehead with a shaky hand. It was burning.

I knew that I would have to go back to the feast, so I freshened myself up. A few quick scourgifys later, I was back at the table, listening to the Headmistress talk.

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"My parents arranged for me to have a private room," Scott said. "Well, somewhat, I'm supposed to share with one other person."

I strode down the secluded hall. Early on during my first year in Hogwarts, I scoped out every shortcut and passageway that I could find.

And now, as I navigated through them to my rooms (I had the same every year), the kid, Scott followed me. No doubt the Slytherin prefects would scold me for getting a Firstie lost.

Realization hit me. "Hey kid."

"Scott."

"Kid, do you know who your roommate is?"
Scott frowned as he dug through his bag, while I stood impatiently.

"Aha! Erm, yes. S-Scorpius Malfoy?" He pronounced it with a PIE instead of a P-brownie points for him..

"Shite!" I cursed, and Scott's eyebrows rose.

"Ooo!" He squealed. "You're not supposed to say that!" he paused, confused. "Wait, why did you say it?"
I gritted my teeth. "I'm Scorpius."

Scott's eyes widened, then he fell silent, obviously contemplating whether or not I would harm him in any way.

We made our way to the room that was furnished in Slytherin colors-black curtains, green walls, green and black bedspreads, and black furniture with silver engravings. The baseboards were dark black wood with silver engravings as well.

Scott's eyes widened at the sight-the room was separated into two identical sides. I dumped my journal on the bed closed to the window, and opened my trunk as soon as it appeared.

My trunk, composed of mahogany and cherry wood, had been my father's. I pulled out a smaller box, about four inches each way, and opened it. It was magically expanded, (my father's work) and held my most precious items.

I gently placed the journal inside, and pulled out a black leather sketchbook and pencils. Scott watched with interest as I put everything else away, then flopped down on my bed, tucking the sketchbook under my pillow.

In no time, Scott had finished blabbing and fell asleep. I grabbed my sketchbook and pencils and slipped out of the window onto the roof.

As I sat and drew the landscape below, the moon loomed above me, making my stomach clench. I ignored it as best as I could, and continued my drawing from last year-an overview of the grounds from the exact place I was sitting.

Eventually my vampire instincts took over, and, placing my things inside the room, I climbed to the edge of the roof. I surveyed the grounds before I took a mighty leap and jumped off the roof.

I was suspended in midair. It was rapture. My feet lightly touched the ground, and I landed in a crouch before I took off running, kicking my shoes off, and sprinted several laps around the lake before I collapsed under a willow tree, panting.

I lay, not thinking or breathing for a long while, finding constellations above me, until morning dew began to wet my hair. I pushed myself up and jogged back to my shoes, and found the hidden rope I had concealed the prior year. With a simple spell, it hooked itself to the roof, and I climbed up with ease, crawling through the window once more.

I tossed my wet shoes in a corner, and as the first rays of light shone through the window, fell asleep.