Accidental Misery
It was a new day and certainly you were off to a wonderful start. You look around for any potential dunderhead who enchanted your dorm floor to a gooey murky mess. With a sigh, you pick yourself up and proceed to walk through the puddled mess. As soon as you step outside, you're met with the sight of your classmates in a similar predicament.
"Whoever has done this excellent prank shall step ahead so I can award them with the highest honor possible within my means," you rolled your eyes as you heard Ron Weasely declare it rather cheerfully. Everyone who had a good head on their shoulders knew that he didn't mean it. Hermione stepped closer to you as the crowd began dispersing.
"Do you know who might've caused it?"
You rolled your eyes at the question as you replied, "You're supposed to be the smarter one, M-i-o-n-e." You giggled as you dodged her hex. Oh how much you enjoyed getting on every last one of her nerves. It was delightful. Looking behind, you scrunched your nose in disgust as you saw whatever was left of your belongings get damp due to the murk. Shaking your head, you grab your bag and step down the stairs to be met with the equally bewildered Harry and Neville.
"Good morning Neville! Good morning Harry!" You greeted them cheerfully.
"Good morning Vivie! Hope you slept well last night," replied Harry Potter.
"Of course Harry, I slept pretty good last night. I can't say the same for waking up this morning."
This earns you a chuckle from Neville as he says, "Mornin' Lettie. I suppose you're feeling better. You're looking better than yesterday."
You grin and nod fastly, "Yes I do feel better Nevie, turns out punching Malfoy is a great mood maker."
Both of them laugh and you continue talking with them until Hermione and Ron join you all and you make a run for the Great Hall with others realizing you've gotten really late. You walk to a very sparsely filled Gryffindor table. Almost all the food had run out so the five of you quickly wolf down on whatever there's left to fill up your stomachs. You groan as you drink another pint of orange juice to make up for the hunger.
To your dread, you are now overstuffed. You try to move but the juice in your insides threaten to burst out. You take deep breaths to ease the overload and try to move around a little. Slowly, you get up while your hands are being supported by the table and somehow manage to stand upright. The others look at you questioningly but stop soon enough after you flip everyone off. You are quite satisfied with yourself and look at your friends as they get up. You look at Hermione gratefully as she picks up your bag and hands it to you.
"For the love of God, how many times will I have to tell you to take it easy Violete! I'm so going to report it to Miss McGonagall. Whoever has done this prank has gone too far."
You sigh in relief as her subject of anger has changed. But that doesn't make it any better. Reporting it to Head of the House would mean that they'd catch the perpetrator... Which in this case happens to be you. Putting a hand on her shoulder, you calm her down as you look at Ron and signal him to divert her attention. You all realize you're running late and by sheer amazing luck, it happens to be Professor Snape's class.
You feel the constant urge to throw up as you run through the hallways. You breathe out in relief as you're nearing the door which is slowly closing. This is bad. Really bad. You all fail to make it in time. You cast panicked looks towards everyone. Looks like the whole Gryffindor house was late for the class. With trembling hands, Seamus approaches the door handle and takes in a deep breath before abruptly opening it. You didn't have enough time to register this all as you're met with the silhouette of a very angry Professor Snape who just happens to look even more ravishing today. You force yourself to pay attention to everything happen around you. Everyone is staring at the professor and the professor is staring at everyone.
Without saying any word, Harry enters the class and you fight the urge to facepalm. You were shocked at his audacity but were even more so when the professor didn't say anything. Taking it as a sign, you entered the class with everyone and ran straight for the last empty seat. Today, you didn't have it in you to face the professor. You sat there with the best poker face you could come up with, not looking anywhere but at the blackboard. You made a note to bug Hermione once again for the notes and also to go to the washroom afterwards. You were broken out from your thoughts when you felt a quill hit you. Strange. Quills are definitely lighter. You look at the source beside you and your jaw almost drops to the floor as you realize who it is next to you.
"Morning Trevil, you look as miserable as ever," the boy speaks with an annoying glint in his grey eyes.
"Shut up Malfoy, you're as tossy as forever," you said exasperated as you felt the bile rising in your throat. Before he could strike back, you flipped him off. You saw Hermione looking at you both disdainfully. You are getting another scolding later. You grinned at her and sent her a flying kiss as you turned your head ahead to pay attention again only to be met with Snape looking at you intensely. You feel your heartbeat quicken as he began approaching you. You saw an intense look in his eyes, one of intense hatred and you felt your stomach slosh. Oh dear. Not now. You stood up on your seat and tried to run away from the class but before you could, you threw up. In front of him. Now all the attention was on you. The silence was killing you inside. You couldn't even bring to move your eyes.
After what you believed was an eternity, (Harry told you later it was actually twenty seconds) you bust out your best move and collapsed onto Malfoy who was on your side. The idiot had enough courtesy to not dodge and actually hold you to support your limp form. This should be enough.
"Draco, please take Miss Trevil to Madam Pomfrey and report back immediately. Twenty points from Gryffindor."
You cursed internally while you also heard your housemates groan with frustrations. You can make amends later but first, you need to get out of the classroom. You feel yourself being carried out of there. Now maybe your mind can relax.