The Boy She Already Hates
The abandoned classroom smelled awful but she needed to work on a potion away from prying eyes so this has to be it.
She despised Potions. Every single attempt she made either exploded, changed colour incorrectly, or looked like swamp water.
Unfortunately, revenge required effort.
She shoved her sleeves up further and flipped through the textbook again with frustration. The prank needed to be ready by tomorrow because she was officially tired of being tortured by her brother’s endless pranks.
And worse?
The last time she tried getting revenge, other people got dragged into it accidentally. She still felt guilty about that. The prank had spiraled out of control so fast she barely had time to stop it.
This time would be different.
Hopefully.
She narrowed her eyes at the potion, “If you explode,” she warned, “I’m becoming a full-time menace instead of a student.”
The cauldron bubbled.
Honestly, Potions might have been her greatest enemy at Hogwarts.
But tomorrow she was getting revenge.
Even if this stupid potion killed her first.
Another bubble rose to the surface with an unpleasant splat.
Her eye twitched.
Maybe her brother deserved peace actually.
Maybe revenge was unhealthy.
Maybe she should simply grow as a person.
The potion let out a puff of green smoke directly into her face.
She coughed dramatically before glaring at it.
“Right. Nope. Character development cancelled.”
She grabbed the stirring rod again with renewed determination, muttering under her breath as she leaned over the cauldron.
Real girls aren't perfect and perfect girls aren't real. ~Harry Edward Styles
The Boy She Already Hates
(In the Hufflepuff common room)
Lorenzo was frustratingly doing his History of Magic homework. He was never a fan of History of Magic nor was he a fan of homework.
Like first of all, what's the literal use of it?
There was so much stuff to remember in History of Magic it was really frustrating. It was like his brain could explode. I mean, being adhd, it could.
"Why does it have to be so boring?" He complained to himself. He zoned out half of the time during class and now he doesn't even have any answers.
He shut the book angrily and headed out of the common room though not sure where he was heading.
He took out his fidget toy and fidgeted with it aimlessly. Soon he wandered to an abandoned classroom on the second floor.
Thinking no one was there, he pushed it open. But to his surprise he saw a girl around his age.
She was angrily working on a potion. When he came closer he saw it was a prank.
Prank to who tho? Hopefully not me! he thought.
He anyways decided to ask her what she was doing.
"Hey! Im Lorenzo by the way. What you working on?" he asked.
The girl then slowly turned.
Lorenzo was frustratingly doing his History of Magic homework. He was never a fan of History of Magic nor was he a fan of homework.
Like first of all, what's the literal use of it?
There was so much stuff to remember in History of Magic it was really frustrating. It was like his brain could explode. I mean, being adhd, it could.
"Why does it have to be so boring?" He complained to himself. He zoned out half of the time during class and now he doesn't even have any answers.
He shut the book angrily and headed out of the common room though not sure where he was heading.
He took out his fidget toy and fidgeted with it aimlessly. Soon he wandered to an abandoned classroom on the second floor.
Thinking no one was there, he pushed it open. But to his surprise he saw a girl around his age.
She was angrily working on a potion. When he came closer he saw it was a prank.
Prank to who tho? Hopefully not me! he thought.
He anyways decided to ask her what she was doing.
"Hey! Im Lorenzo by the way. What you working on?" he asked.
The girl then slowly turned.
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OOC Note: Godmodding was approved by the character
"Throughout heavens and earths, I alone am the honoured one" - MY BROTHER, SATORU GOJO!!!
L. Abel Charles
The Boy She Already Hates
Maddy stared at him for a long second processing that her...whatever this was just had a witness.
Then the potion behind her hissed violently.
She pointed her stirring rod at the cauldron without looking away from him. “First of all, if this explodes, you saw nothing.”
Another puff of green smoke escaped.
“Second of all,” she continued, narrowing her eyes suspiciously, “why are you in an abandoned classroom? People who randomly wander into abandoned classrooms are either serial killers or nosy.”
"Question," she said flatly. "How long have you been standing there?"
Without waiting for an answer, she pointed the stirring rod directly at him.
"No, actually, don't answer that. If the answer is more than ten seconds, I'm Obliviating you."
"Lorenzo, right?" she said. "I'm Maddy."
Not Madeline.
Never Madeline.
Unless someone wanted to get hexed.
"What am I working on?" she repeated. A grin slowly spread across her face.
"Revenge."
She leaned against the desk.
"My older brother has spent years making my life miserable. This is payback."
She glanced at the cauldron.
"Assuming it doesn't kill me first."
"And before you ask, no, I'm not telling you the plan. I don't know you."
What is he was a spy sent by her brothers. She has expected that!
Real girls aren't perfect and perfect girls aren't real. ~Harry Edward Styles
The Boy She Already Hates
Important note:
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The starter of the thread, Madeline Tomlinson, has been deactivated for rule-breaking. So this thread is now abandoned and will probably not be used again.
"Throughout heavens and earths, I alone am the honoured one" - MY BROTHER, SATORU GOJO!!!
L. Abel Charles