Riddles

By: Me! Monsoon

Chapter 15: Detention in Herbology

Third day into October Slytherin had Herbology with Ravenclaw. When I walked into the green house I got an onslaught of noise. It was everywhere! Do people ever shut up?! Rolling my eyes I turned to leave and skip class. However, Professor Sprout was right there and staring dejectedly at me. I sighed and stepped back.

"Friday at eight sound good?" I asked dryly.

"Yes, now get to your station Miss Riddle." Walking toward Nephiro, she rolled her eyes and made a face at Sprouts back. I stifled my laughter and stood next to her.

"Planning on skipping again?"

"I was. Friday at eight, I get another detention on my record." She laughed and we got out our stuff for the day.

Friday didn't come slow enough. Before I knew it, the day had rolled upon me and I was walking down the grounds to the green house. I met Lupin on the way there.

"Off to detention Rilee?" he said sarcastically.

"Bite me!"

"You wouldn't want that." I stared at him questioningly but decided against my snide remark. "So what was it this time? Let me guess, the traditional skipping class bit?"

"Do you really want to be singing 'I'm a Little Tea Pot' Lupin?" I asked venomously. He glared at me.

"You don't have that kind of power. Besides you'd get arrested for even trying it."

"I don't have that power aye? Care to try it? You know very well who my father is, don't pretend like you haven't got a clue. Power like that runs in the family. And although my mother was a whore in Germany, she was a powerful pureblood."

"Yes but she was still a whore. That runs in the family also."

"Bastard."

"Watch your mouth Miss Riddle. I just might find some things you say as threats and take them up with Dumbledore." Smirking he walked past me, purposefully hitting my shoulder.

"What are you? Ten?" I yelled after him.

"No, but you are!" came the reply. I growled and flicked him off. 'Ass-hole.'

I continued down to the green houses and held my hand against the bright light. "Professor Sprout?" I called, wishing the lights were dimmer.

I saw her stick her hand above a stack of papers and wave. "House Five my dear. Needs a good clean. Off you go." I left quickly and headed down to the green house. When I entered the lights were blackened and there wasn't a soul in sight. I lit some lanterns and looked about. The place was a mess.

"Oh yay," I voiced sarcastically. Picking up a broom I started to sweep up the floor.

Having worked in a green house before, I knew what to do. First I swept the floor, getting as much of the area clean. Many would say why not do the other things first but this way, there was less to sweep after.

Once that was done, I got something with a straight edge and pushed all the soil on the tables to the center. It could be used for planting. Then I went around to each plant and removed all the dead leaves. This took the longest. Half didn't want to loss the leaves and the other half was afraid it would hurt and kept shrinking away. I avoided the large Venus Flytrap. It was as tall as I was and I was five foot eight inches tall. Eventually I had to walk up to it.

It needed to be fed. I could tell by the way it snatched at my clothes. I was about to go see Sprout about feeding it but decided against it. Instead, I jumped up onto a table and lay there staring at the stars above me. With everything done, and it only being nine thirty, I took the advantage of being in detention and resolved to stay until ten. By then I'd have an alibi for being in the halls when everyone should be in their houses.

I was dreaming about Fyremoth and all the friends I had left behind when I heard a slap and the sound of crunching filled my ears. I looked over at the large plant and was taken aback. Some how it had managed to get hold of some meat. I shook it off and looked at all the plants along the walls. The ivy that climbed the walls were like monkeys, little trendles acted as fingers grabbing hold of different plants and odd objects. Many grew into cobweb shapes on the ceiling.

I didn't even notice that someone was watching me until I came out of my dreams and felt them staring. I sat up and had an excuse on my lips but before I could start I stopped. I blinked repeatedly. Leaning against another table was a fourth year Ravenclaw. He seemed familiar somehow. "Can I help you?" He just smiled and shook his head. That smile almost warmed my cold heart. Almost. He kept smiling and gazing at me, freaking me out.

"Who are you?"

The Ravenclaw shifted and folded his arms over his robes. "A student," he responded.

I rolled my eyes. "No crap but what's your name?"

"Isaac Qwin. And you, my little cold pale rose, are Rilee Riddle. Correct?"

'Cold, pale rose?' "Uh . . . yeah . . . " I paused for a moment. "How'd you know?"

"Bass player for Legend Supreme. Best friend of Harlee Qwin. Co-author of Fyremoth Rule Book." He grinned. "I'm the youngest Qwin. You know Harlee and Trey. Rather attractive pictures of you and them in both their rooms."

"Oh . . . " 'No wonder he looked familiar.' "Isaac Qwin . . . aren't you the guy that practically every girl thinks is hot?" I had heard Pansy and some others talk about some guy named Isaac. I had never given it much thought before. He was supposed to be hot, this kid wasn't quite there yet. His brother on the other hand . . .

"Aye, that I am." I found it hard to breathe for a moment. The Irish accent . . . even Wood had that affect some times if he said something just right.

Slowly I stood on the table and jumped down. "And what exactly does the school's "heart throb" want with me?" I asked sarcastically. He smirked.

"Well, the "heart throb" should have the school's hottest girl no?" I stopped smirking and glared at Isaac.

"I'm not one of the petty girls up at the castle Qwin. I don't fall prey to eager horny little boys. In other words, your attempts will be futile." I headed for the door but his arm stopped me.

"I'm not a horny little boy," he said sharply withdrawing his arm.

I sneered at him "Pervert."

"Bitch witch." I bristled. Not cool at all.

"Cocksucker," I shot.

"Sorry that's Potter." I had to bit my lip from laughing, unfortunately a small smile formed. "Now that is hot."

I rolled my eyes and headed again toward the door. "Fucker," I called behind me.

"Only of you Rilee," he threw back. I shivered in disgust as I ran up the dark grounds to the stone building. The grass cracked and crackled in the frost. The sound was cool as I crunched it. I smiled in pleasure and leaped up the steps.

Once inside I bolted for the common room. I almost stepped on Mrs. Norris, thankfully Gremlin came out of a niche and lured her away. "Sick little bastard."

I stopped in front of the entrance to the Slytherin house. The password had been changed earlier that day, now what was it? I racked my brain and remembered. It was so stupid. "Salazar." Unfortunately it came out as a hiss, a serpent hiss. "Damn it!" No matter how many times I tried the password, it always came out as a hiss. I slid down the wall exasperated. "Now what will I do?"

Note: What is this with Isaac? He comes into play a lot more believe me. And as for "bass player for Legend Supreme. Best friend of Harlee Qwin. Co-author of Fyremoth Rule Book", Isaac's older brother Trey has a band called Legend Supreme which she is the bass player for, her best friend, or one of them, is his older sister Harlee and she and her friends wrote Fyremoth Rule Book in their second year. Fyremoth was Rilee's first wizarding school and that's where Trey and Harlee attend school.

Meanwhile, these last few problems are only the beginning. Rilee's life is just too packed with shit for this to be a "cute and fluffy" story. You'll be more likely to read about and see in your minds eye blood and guts than pink and cute.

Word count: 1482 (Bah, not long enough, only three pages.)