Choices: Part 1

Chapter 10

The next few weeks are uneventful and I discover which classes I love and which ones I hate. Transfiguration is just as hard as it was when Professor Fig was teaching me, but Professor Weasley is kind and patient when one of us struggles with a spell. History of Magic, on the other hand, is the most boring class I ever took. You would think it being taught by a ghost, that would make it fascinating, but he just drones on in this deadpan voice of countless laws and battles that it is almost impossible to not fall asleep. Herbology and Astronomy turn out to be the most fascinating to me. There are so many different magical plants that have crazy properties and I never knew you could actually record the movement of the different planets. Also, I learned rather quickly that I am just as clumsy on a broom as I am on my own feet in Flying class. Imelda stopped offering to help once she heard this.

I awoke early on a Saturday morning, the rest of the 5th year girls still fast asleep in their beds. Throwing on a robe for warmth, I decide to have some tea by the windows in the common room that shows underneath the lake. It is fascinating to watch the little fish and magical sea creatures float by. Even though I know merepeople don't actually come up to the window, I always hope to catch a glimpse. Sebastian makes fun of me, stating that it was just a rumor Anne came up with years ago, but still, I enjoy the view regardless. I cuddle up in one of cozy chairs by the window with my warm cup in my hands. I try not to think of the mounds of homework waiting for me and just be thankful that there are no classes today. My brain feels like it has been bashed against my skull, repeatedly. There is just so much to remember and learn that it makes my "Muggle studies" back home seem so easy.

The common room is quiet since most students tend to sleep in on the weekends. I still am not sleeping much. I haven't seen anything again since my first Divination class, granted I've been pretending to gaze into the crystal ball ever since, but I've been having nightmares of what I saw that first day. Either I am killing my newfound friends with malicious glee or I am watching myself do it from afar, unable to stop it. I have started a habit of constantly checking my eyes in the mirror to make sure they are still green. I have heard nothing from Professor Fig either. Not wanting to be a nuisance, I've held myself back from going to his office every day and demanding answers. Granted, I've been hearing from other students that he hasn't been around much. I'm hoping it means he has found something and I will hear from him soon. I sigh. Even though I have been enjoying my time here, I know this isn't where I belong. I miss home.

Even though I first hung with Imelda and her friends at the beginning of term, I have been finding myself hanging with Sebastian and Ominis more. They are really fun to hang out with. Always cracking jokes, poking fun at one another, and doing practically jokes; they are like brothers really. They also have been really kind to me and helping me in and outside of classes. Ominis is actually brilliant at Transfiguration and, if it wasn't for him, I would have never been able to perform the Vanishing Spell, Evanesco. Sebastian is well...great to say the least. I spend the most time with him outside of class. He never brought up what happened that first day in Divination, but I can always see him tense up every time we are instructed to gaze into the crystal ball.

I find myself thinking about him...a lot. More than I should. I promised myself I wouldn't get attached to anyone, just keep a friendly distance so I don't get lonely and leave it at that. But every time he smiles or compliments me, I can't ignore the butterflies in my stomach. Or the excitement that courses through me whenever I know I will be seeing him. I frown. I really need to get ahold of myself. So what if he is cute and funny and charming? Who cares that he is actually quite smart and seems to be very caring of those around him? I picture his brown eyes, which turns into pools of honey when the sunlight hits them, and my cheeks warm. Stupid, stupid, Erin.