Chapter 7: A Day In The Life of Who?

Quen and Sunflower strolled into the dungeon where the potions class was being held.
Quen could tell right away that she wasn't going to like the teacher, Professor Snape.
After an amazingly long speech about dudder heads and idiots, Snape paired the class up into groups of two.
Sunflower was paired up with a huge Slytherin girl. Unfortunately, Quen was paired up with a very strange Slytherin named Gin.
Galagan stared from his reluctant partner to his cauldron, as Quen read the directions to him.
"Two cups of beetle eyes-Gin, could you pass me the beetle eyes? Gin?"
Gin, instead of passing the beetle eyes, said: "You have beautiful ears, my love."
Quen, completely alarmed, reached for the beetle eyes.
"Er, that's, okay," she said. "I'll get them myself."
The next minute, Gin reached his arm over Quen's shoulder, causing her to drop a jar of newt tails.
"You have pretty ears, my love." Gin said.
Quen, completely alarmed by the strange boy, scooted away.
Ignoring him, Quen continued with her work.
That is, she did until she felt something on her cheek. A strange feeling that could only lead to one conclusion: Gin had kissed her.
With a shriek of outrage, before she had time to think about what she was doing, Quen gave Gin a good and hard slap that sent him sprawling off fo his chair.
The class reacted in shock: some Gryffindor kid blew up his cauldron, Sunflower fell into a nearby cauldron, and Snape broke his quill.
The class watched as Snape crossed the room, twidling the pieces of his snapped quill.
As he advanced over to Quen's table, a wicked scowl spread across his face.
"Fighting is against the rules Miss..."
"Zeppli." Quen said, happy she fianally remembered the name she was supposed to use.
"Miss Zeppli," Snape growled. "Ten points from Gryffindor."
"What?" Quen exclaimed, jumping to her feet. "He kissed me!"
"Alright twenty points from Gryffindor. Now sit down or it'll be forty points!"
Quen sat down in her chair grumpily, mumbling to herself.
Whatever class was next, she hoped it would be nothing like this one.

Quen flinched as Sunflower treaded on her foot.
"Sunflower," she growled. "Could you please stop stepping on my feet?"
The tiny girl smiled apologetically as they went outside for their herbology class.
It wasn't long before the herbology teacher, Professor Sprout, came out of the Second Greenhouse.
Another long lecture.
"Can anyone name a non-magical plant that can cure a certain condition?"
Quen's hand was the first in the air.
"Yes?" Professor Sprout asked.
"Dandelions cure warts." Quen answered.
"Violets cure hiccups." another girl said.
"Maple trees kill cars by-"
"Okay that's enough." Professor Sprout said.
She then paired everyone up, leaving Quen paired with Sunflower.
Quen shifted uneasily in her seat. She felt as if someone was watching her.
She shrugged this off and continued working.
Out of the corner of her eye, something white zipped from a nearby bush.
Quen gasped and whirled around.
Nothing was there.
Quen sighed and went back to work.
A moment later, something peculiar happened.
Something like a white streak of lightning zipped across the table. Quen gasped and backed her chair from the table.
Professor Sprout looked up.
"Is there a problem?" she asked.
Quen looked at the table.
The streak of lightning was gone.
"N-no." Quen said.
As Professor Sprout and the rest of the class turned back to their work, Quen noticed something.
Carved into the table, clear as anything, was a burned in Z.

"Blossumous Reptuma!" Quen hissed, waving her wand madly.
She was in charms class, trying to make a rosebud bloom.
"Blossonous Reptuma!" she said for the second time.
Nothing happened.
Quen groaned in frustration. She looked across the table at Sunflower.
Sunflower was unusually good at charmwork. The small girl only had to wave her wand to get the charm to work.
Completely frustrated, Quen tried once more.
"Blossomous Reptuma!" Quen halfway shouted.
This time something happened.
The rose blossomed immediately, and turned a crystal-like gray.
Awestruck, Quen reached for it.
As soon as she touched it, it shattered like grass.
The pieces blew into Quen's face as if they were pushed by a hurricane.
The rest of the class worked on, as if they didn't notice anything strange.
Fragments of the rose blew, pushing Quen's hair back into the breeze.
Quen reached up and caught one.
It flashed with her reflection, except something was different.
Her reflection was laughing at her!
Before Quen could make sense of it all, the fragment faded in Quen's hand.

Quen and Sunflower met Ginny at lunchtime.
"How do you like Hogwarts so far?" Ginny asked as Quen sat down.
"It was...interesting." Quen said.
Quen looked around until she found what she was looking for.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked in.
Ginny put on a blushing act as Harry walk past.
Quen sniggered.
"Here comes the groom," she sang so that only Ginny could hear. "Tied to a broom, dragged to the alter because-"
"Oh, shut up!" Ginny snaped.

Quen sat grumpily in transfiguration class.
She stared hard at a hedgehog that she was supposed to turn into a pin cushion.
A pin cushion without pins.
The hedgehog didn't seem to like the idea of being a pinless pin cushion.
It was trying to get away.
Quen decided to let it go.
Taking the opportunity by storm, the hedgehog scampered off, waddling as it went.
Quen sighed as she watched it go.
For the first time that day, she had done something right.

"If you haven't already guessed, you are about to learn how to ride a broomstick." said Madame Hooch.
It was later that day, and the class was outside on the Quidditch field.
After a long lecture, Madame Hooch gave each person a broomstick.
"Now, say 'up!'" she said.
"UP!" the class nearly shouted. Sunflower's broomstick floated a foot above her head.
"Okay, now I want you to-" Madame Hooch stopped in mid sentence and glared at Sunflower, who was taking the pleasure of sliding around on her broomstick. Catching Madame Hooch's glare, Sunflower stopped immediately.
"I would like you to go five feet in the air and come right back down. Five feet. Not five yards, not five meters, not five miles! Five feet and come right back down.
"On the count of three," she continued. "One...two...THREE!"
Everyone rose up into the air.
Something caught Quen's eye.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were watching from bellow.
Quen smiled at Ron.
He was sitting there, watching her with a look of...terror?
Harry was shouting, Hermione was pointing towards the direction Quen was flying, and Ginny kept drawing a finger across her neck.
I wonder what their talking about, Quen thought. I'm not-
CRUNCH.
Quen found herself holding onto a moving tree branch.
Moving?
From below, Harry shuddered.
"That had to hurt." he said.
A broomstick came flying from the Whomping Willow.
An empty broomstick.
"Where's Quen?" Ginny wondered.
As if an answer to her question, a call came from the window sill of the boy's dormitories.
Quen was holding onto the window sill for dear life.
"A little help is needed!" she called.
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