see the good in LIFE . teddybear !

[holly]

BUT GOOD THINGS IN LIFE
ARE HARD TO FIND

Transfiguration. One of her favorite classes, and yet she still found it somewhat boring. Well, only during the note taking. And today that's all there was. Note taking. No practical lesson or spellcasting, no chances to chat with friends or 'accidentally' hit the teacher with one of your spells, transforming her into a rabbit. No, none of that today. And now her bag was weighed down with pieces of parchment, probably smearing the ink on the inside of her bag. As she exited the classroom at the bell with the crowd of students, a group of sixth ans seventh years walked by and prodded her and several of her classmates in the back, cackling. "Awww, cute little second years! They're no match for us!" they said, and she fumed. If only they knew who she was. Then they'd be quailing against the wall in terror.

Because nobody bullies Holly Malfoy. Her mouth twisted up into a grimace as she glared at the laughing teenagers. Which only earned her another poke in the small of her back. She sighed and decided to ignore them; instead she thought of her schedule... Next was lunch. In about fifteen minutes, anyways. She had a little bit of free time beforehand, which was meant for bathroom breaks, showers for the herbology class, and healing for a spilled potion or a misaimed spell. But she always used it to chat or hang out.

The corridor was filled with loud talking, laughter, and the sounds of shoes against the stone floor. She was standing in the center of a mass of students when she decided that it was no use. She waded to the wall, ignoring the jabs aimed at her and cried of "hey! stop!" that she passed by. She reached the wall and sat down beside a boy whom she vaguely recognized; he was in a few of her classes. She leaned her head against the cool stones of the wall, wiping a film of sweat from her brow. The Transfiguration classroom was like an oven this time of year. Ugh.

Well, she was probably going to end up wasting her fifteen minutes still here, enjoying a slight breeze from an open window nearby and listening to the clatter of people rampaging down the hallways. Her fingers absentmindedsly traced a scar on her palm from who knows where as she stared up at the ceiling. For the first time, she felt a bit of aching in her back from the numerous jabs she'd recived there so recently. A sigh escaped her. They were probably going to bruise, staining her back with little dots of purple. Stupid teenagers.

WELL BLOW IT AWAY
BLOW IT AWAY WE'LL MAKE

four hundred sixty words.
reserved for teddy lupin.
i'm sorry this sucks.

[beethoven]

is there anybody going to listen to my story

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teddy's mind wandered around the possibility of obtaining a planner one of these days.
so far he'd had, what, two classes and he already seemed to have things piling up, the reason being was most likely because he never really did any of the work anyway. being twelve years of age, he refused to do it because as far as teddy could see, there wasn't even a method to the madness of homework. the only thing it does is sit on top of your shoulders, and then after you've finished it, all you get is another weight around your neck. it stresses a kid out, and teddy, quite frankly, couldn't stand it anymore. as the bell rang, it was mostly a punch in the side of the head. well, actually, teddy did get hit in the side of his head by another kid of his year, with his elbow. but teddy kind of had a reason to be hit anyway, so he wouldn't go after the kid like he usually would.
you see, teddy's whole face was cradled neatly in one bend of his arm, looking like he was sleeping rather than paying attention like any student would be during...whatever class he was in. he didn't even remember. but teddy wasn't sleeping, he was never sleeping. it was most likely his dad's fault, as teddy heard that he was an excellent student and got the best marks in his class basically every year that he was in hogwarts. so when teddy tries to fall asleep, there's a pull at his stomach that tells him 'this is a bad idea, you should pay attention.' of course, teddy can halfway understand this too, because lord knows that practically every first or second year in that classroom would crack his head open while he was sleeping anyway.

teddy swallowed as he stood, groaning from his seat. he nonchalantly grabbed his books and held them in his right arm as he followed the almost unending line out of the classroom. he sighed and seethed and groaned and was tired of all the waiting, even as the line moved him out of the classroom and into the noisy, crowded hallways of the school, the children that occupied every square inch of said hallway moved in two directions like a river current, or a highway. if you stepped into the other wave of students going the opposite direction, you would most likely be run over and possibly killed.
teddy didn't doubt his thoughts for a second, and concluded that you would get trampled especially easy if you were as small as lots of the first years were, and compared to the size of most fifth, sixth, or seventh years, they wouldn't even notice you until you stuck to their shoe like a piece of gum.
teddy followed a kid in front of him into the same classroom he was going to in the first place, using the taller child like a guard against the other students who thought they could get to class quicker if they split up the current and walked the other direction. thanks to this kid in front of teddy, he didn't get run over.
but he did get shoved into a seat rather than choosing one himself.

his rump slid on the smooth, wooden benches near the transfiguration tables until he reached the wall to the left of him. by quickly looking up, he saw the third year who pushed him into the seat sneering and glaring teddy down, but the metamorphmagus only smiled and raised his eyebrows in a sort of 'thanks for helping me choose' way. it didn't really matter to teddy where he sat anyway, but this seat might've been too close to the front and too far from the back for teddy's usual preferences.
but just to piss that guy off teddy remained in his seat and made himself look comfortable.
it wasn't until teddy felt another weight on the bench that he looked back to his right to a delicate blond girl looking rather annoyed. teddy pulled his eyebrows together and looked up at a couple of laughing, older teens who were looking straight at her and who seemed to be making little jabbing actions with their fingers. this, teddy collected, must be why her face is so pinched together with anger. he blinked and sat straighter, tilting his head backward slightly as they both sat in the table in back of the two first years. teddy eyed them with chocolate optics, and noticing them nearing the small of the blond girl's back with their pointer finger, he quickly turned around and slapped it as hard as he could.
the skin hitting against skin made a loud cracking noise, and teddy turned to glare at him as seriously as he could.
"'ey, sod off, can't you see we're learnin here?"

the metamorphmagus slowly turned around, maroon tints in his eyes as he raised his eyebrows at her, smirked slightly, and looked back to the head of the room.

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[holly]

BUT GOOD THINGS IN LIFE
ARE HARD TO FIND

At the boy's words, and the sound of the smack, Holly spun her head around so fast it cracked her neck. Her hand cupped over her neck and wincing, she turned her body around somewhat slower to face the people behind her. One of them, a seventh year by the look of him, was snarling furiously and glaring at the boy, rubbing a bright red splotch on the back of his hand. The kid pulled his reddened fist back behind his ear in an impressive display of pre-punch, but as he leaned forward he slumped slightly and hissed again. And that was because another red spot was blossoming on his cheek. Holly's hand stung a little from the force behind the blow, but it felt good. The teachers wouldn't give her detention anyways. They weren't going to risk offending Miss Malfoy.

The seventh year and his pack looked like they wanted to crumple up both Holly and the boy sitting beside her, and she could tell that detention really wouldn't stop them from their plans. Oh no, they were going to try as hard as they could to bust open the little kids' heads before the bell rang, and they still hand plenty of time. But Holly was still snickering, and, acting most immaturely, she stuck her tongue out at the seventh year, but shut her mouth swiftly before the teenager could punch her jaw and slice off her tongue. "Didn't you hear the kid? Get to class!" she said these words with all the authority of a teacher, as she usually did when trying to get bullies off her back.

The lead guy seemed a bit miffed that she'd used that tone, and her cocked an eyebrow in surprise and disbelief. "You got nothin hanging over our heads, kid. Shaddup." This time she raised the pale arches of her eyebrows. "Oh really? And you know that how? I'm sure you'd love to have some more spots on you. Then you'll be colored almost like the pigs you resemble!" She let the beginning threat hang, not explaining or giving them any hint as to what she might have meant. Her narrowed blue-gray eyes were shining with glee. Ah, this was always so fun. Watching the jerks' confusion as they tried to figure out what she meant. But she didn't get to deal the final blow.

Because then the bell rang. No "Cause Professor Malfoy's gonna get yooou" today. She was almost disappointed. But not really. She turned and sat back in her seat, a crooked smile set upon her lips. Her mischievous smile. She looked over at the boy beside her, and her previously narrowed eyes widened past their normal pose as she looked at him. Her eyes stuck on his bright turquoise hair. Why was his hair colored like that. Weird. She almost laughed. Almost. But instead she graced him with a dazzling smile, exposing a fine set of white teeth behind her pale lips. "Hey, what's your name?" she said, eying him curiously.

WELL BLOW IT AWAY
BLOW IT AWAY WE'LL MAKE

five hundred fourty four words.
reserved for teddy lupin.
redo.