Skuld: making your mind up
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chapter 11
Chapter 11
As you probably tell, am not JKR, and don’t own any of the characters except my OC who I’d sell if anyone wanted to buy!
October raced along and the minor ailments and trials and tribulations of daily school life swept Mia with it. She struggled to find time for anything other than running about after Madame Pomfrey and the students. She had tea with Hagrid a few times and talked about the various “pets” he’d had, laughing at the idea of trying to keep any of that menagerie caged up. Professor Snape seemed to be avoiding her like the plague and she’d been avoiding Professor Moody since every time they met he harassed her about her lack of progress with the aforementioned potions master.
Now Halloween had arrived she was looking forward to a change of pace with the arrival of the other 2 wizarding schools for the triwizard tournament. As the infirmary was quiet except for a couple of coughs and colds, Madame Pomfrey had said they could both attend the welcome feast, it would be a spectacle not often repeated she’d said.
The great hall was indeed like nothing she’d ever seen, the candles and jack-o-lanterns floating and the decorations put out for the arrival of the staff and students were breath taking. Sitting next to Poppy again at the end of the table she looked down along its length to see how everyone else was looking. Professors Flitwick smiled and waved at her, as did Dumbledore, Moody looked unreadable and as usual Professor Snape scowled as if he’d smelt something extremely bad.
Dumbledore stood and made a speech which was pretty much how she’d expected it to be but the entrance of the other schools was again a revelation. The Durmstrang students seemed to be twice the size of any of the Hogwarts boys, “let’s hope there’s no wrestling in this tournament thing,” she whispered to Poppy, “Our boys would be flattened!”
“The schools are very different, just wait until you see the girls, here they are” the older witch commented.
“Look at the boys! You’d think they’d never seen a girl before”
“Forget the boys dear, look to our esteemed colleagues!”
Mia looked again down the table, and scowled seeing Alistair Moody licking his lips lasciviously, “urgh, they’re old enough to be those girls’ fathers” she hissed.
“Feeling your age Miss Skuld?” the deep baritone of Severus Snape cut into her conversation, Mia turned and glared at him, eyes like slits, enraged to find he was smirking at her ridiculously smug.
“I’m a damn site closer to their age than you are professor.” She spat out.
He just continued to look pleased with himself for managing to fluster her for once, while she fumed.
Later that evening in the staff common room, the air was filled with talk of the trophy, who would make the champions, what would follow in the tasks and all manner of trivialities. Mia made idle conversation with Hagrid and the enormous Madam Maxine they seemed to be getting on like a house on fire and she felt more than a little jealous of their instant seemingly east relationship. She thought about her own situation, in love with a man who had been promising her the earth for years, although he asked ever more from her and seemed to be giving less in return. Now she was expected to tempt and seduce an apparently heartless, sarcastic, miserable git. Was it all worth it? She wondered.
“Ah, Miss I’ve been looking for you, a word if you would?” her thoughts were interrupted by “Professor Moody”.
“Yes of course professor, please excuse me Hagrid it was lovely to meet you Madame.”
Making their way to a quiet corner, Moody/Barty gripped her elbow tightly,
“Ow, your hurting me, let go.” She whispered, pulling back sharply.
“We can’t wait much longer, you need to get on with it, remember why you’re here!” he hissed at her, “and I need you to get me some more ingredients for the potion we spoke about”
“I’m doing my best, honestly, I am. I’ll get everything you need just give me a few days.”
“I can’t wait a few days, you’ll get the ingredients tonight, and I expect to see progress this week or I won’t be able to be responsible for what happens I can’t baby sit you all the time.”
“Sorry, I’ll try harder, I promise.”
“Good, you better had.” With that he released his vice grip on her arm, and walked off leaving her rubbing her elbow, more pissed off than before.
As you probably tell, am not JKR, and don’t own any of the characters except my OC who I’d sell if anyone wanted to buy!
October raced along and the minor ailments and trials and tribulations of daily school life swept Mia with it. She struggled to find time for anything other than running about after Madame Pomfrey and the students. She had tea with Hagrid a few times and talked about the various “pets” he’d had, laughing at the idea of trying to keep any of that menagerie caged up. Professor Snape seemed to be avoiding her like the plague and she’d been avoiding Professor Moody since every time they met he harassed her about her lack of progress with the aforementioned potions master.
Now Halloween had arrived she was looking forward to a change of pace with the arrival of the other 2 wizarding schools for the triwizard tournament. As the infirmary was quiet except for a couple of coughs and colds, Madame Pomfrey had said they could both attend the welcome feast, it would be a spectacle not often repeated she’d said.
The great hall was indeed like nothing she’d ever seen, the candles and jack-o-lanterns floating and the decorations put out for the arrival of the staff and students were breath taking. Sitting next to Poppy again at the end of the table she looked down along its length to see how everyone else was looking. Professors Flitwick smiled and waved at her, as did Dumbledore, Moody looked unreadable and as usual Professor Snape scowled as if he’d smelt something extremely bad.
Dumbledore stood and made a speech which was pretty much how she’d expected it to be but the entrance of the other schools was again a revelation. The Durmstrang students seemed to be twice the size of any of the Hogwarts boys, “let’s hope there’s no wrestling in this tournament thing,” she whispered to Poppy, “Our boys would be flattened!”
“The schools are very different, just wait until you see the girls, here they are” the older witch commented.
“Look at the boys! You’d think they’d never seen a girl before”
“Forget the boys dear, look to our esteemed colleagues!”
Mia looked again down the table, and scowled seeing Alistair Moody licking his lips lasciviously, “urgh, they’re old enough to be those girls’ fathers” she hissed.
“Feeling your age Miss Skuld?” the deep baritone of Severus Snape cut into her conversation, Mia turned and glared at him, eyes like slits, enraged to find he was smirking at her ridiculously smug.
“I’m a damn site closer to their age than you are professor.” She spat out.
He just continued to look pleased with himself for managing to fluster her for once, while she fumed.
Later that evening in the staff common room, the air was filled with talk of the trophy, who would make the champions, what would follow in the tasks and all manner of trivialities. Mia made idle conversation with Hagrid and the enormous Madam Maxine they seemed to be getting on like a house on fire and she felt more than a little jealous of their instant seemingly east relationship. She thought about her own situation, in love with a man who had been promising her the earth for years, although he asked ever more from her and seemed to be giving less in return. Now she was expected to tempt and seduce an apparently heartless, sarcastic, miserable git. Was it all worth it? She wondered.
“Ah, Miss I’ve been looking for you, a word if you would?” her thoughts were interrupted by “Professor Moody”.
“Yes of course professor, please excuse me Hagrid it was lovely to meet you Madame.”
Making their way to a quiet corner, Moody/Barty gripped her elbow tightly,
“Ow, your hurting me, let go.” She whispered, pulling back sharply.
“We can’t wait much longer, you need to get on with it, remember why you’re here!” he hissed at her, “and I need you to get me some more ingredients for the potion we spoke about”
“I’m doing my best, honestly, I am. I’ll get everything you need just give me a few days.”
“I can’t wait a few days, you’ll get the ingredients tonight, and I expect to see progress this week or I won’t be able to be responsible for what happens I can’t baby sit you all the time.”
“Sorry, I’ll try harder, I promise.”
“Good, you better had.” With that he released his vice grip on her arm, and walked off leaving her rubbing her elbow, more pissed off than before.