AMAIRA'S POV—
"Welcome to Greenhouse Three, Second Years. Today, we will be reporting Mandrakes. Now, who will tell me the properties of Mandrakes?" asked Professor Sprout. She taps on a stack of pots with her wand.
Currently, I am in the herbology class, with Gryffindorks that is. Now that I think of it, there are many differences between my world and Draco's world. For example, Granger in my world is male, though he is still a know-it-all. Also, another important fact is that our first year starts at the age of 12 unlike, Draco's world, which starts at 11.
Granger raised his hand. Sprout motioned him to answer. He said, "Mandrake, or Mandragora, is used to return those who have been transfigured to their original state. It's also quite dangerous. The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it."
Sprout applauded, "Excellent. Ten points to Gryffindor. As our Mandrakes are only seedlings, their cries won't kill yet. However, they will knock you out for several hours. That is why I have provided each of you with a pair of earmuffs. If you would then..."
She gave everyone a pair, and told them to wear. *Ding* The screen appeared in front of me.
|Mission: Help Neville wear his earmuffs.
Rewards: 15 Level Points
Failure: No points|
Hah! Finally, my first mission. Yesterday, I had been reading the muggle books, which were given to me by Liam. To think that muggles are this advanced than us, I don't know whether to be fascinated or afraid. Now, on to the mission then. Longbottom has a very bad memory; he tends to forget things. So, he must have forgot to wear the earmuff.
Walking towards him, I tap him in the shoulder. As he turned back, his eyes widened in fear seeing me. Hey! I am not that bad. Why the fuck are you looking at me with such fear? It's true that I bullied him, but I haven't hurt him. On the other hand, he is physically much stronger than me.
He stuttered, "W-what h-h-happened M-Malfoy? W-what do y-you want f-from me?"
Seeing his reaction, I was disgusted. Tch! How weak! I sneered, "Wear your earmuffs Longbottom unless, you want to faint."
Longbottom was shocked by my words. His mouth was wide open from surprise. The only thing he could do was, to nod his head. Saying that, I went away.
|+10 Level Points|
When the class was ready, Professor Sprout led us to the garden area. She grasped one of the tufty plants before her... and pulled it out. Everyone gasped at the sight. Instead of roots, a small, muddy, extremely ugly baby popped out of the earth, leaves growing right out of its head.
Longbottom's eyes rolled back. He fainted. Professor Sprout plunged the bawling creature deep into a pot, removed her earmuffs. We all also followed the suit, and removed our earmuffs. Well, except that idiot, who is laying stretched on the ground.
Sprout asked, "Why is Mr. Longbottom laying stretched on the ground like this? Didn't he wear his earmuffs?"
Finnigan replied, "He did, Professor Sprout. But I think, he fainted from the sight of that creature."
Sprout sighed, "Well, if that's the case then let's leave him and go ahead. We have much time left in our hands." Thankfully, the system didn't give me any task to help Longbottom with this.
After we finished the rest of the class, we headed towards the Great Hall. As I took a sit at the Slytherin, I found my friends/roommates taking seats beside me. Daphne asked, "How are you faring after what happened yesterday?" Her words held a bit teasing in them.
Pansy sneered, "Don't tease her, Daphne. Our Amaira is the neglected heiress of the Malfoy house. She might inform her father about this."
I don't know that why I even consider these girls as my friends. The only thing, they do, is tease me. I monotoned, "Hahaha. How funny. You are very funny, Pansy."
Gritting her teeth at my words, Pansy asked, "Where are your bodyguards? I haven't seen them since this morning."
I shrugged and didn't say anything. How did Draco even tolerate this thing? She is so uncanny. It's better to just ignore her. Deciding that, I focused on eating. Suddenly, I heard a loud noise coming from Gryffindorks table. It was Finnigan. He said, "Heads up, everyone. Weasley's gotten himself a howler."
What? A howler? Oh, the Weasel is fucked, isn't he? With shaking hands, Weasel opened it. As soon as he opened it, Mrs. Weasley's voice thundered, sending plates and spoons rattling.
She yelled, "RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER'S NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME! Oh, and Ginny dear. Congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud." Wow! Mrs. Weasley is a one... strong woman. Yeah, that's the better word.
Weasel watched as the envelope rip itself into pieces. Everyone started laughing, and so did I. Weasel looks around everywhere, and locks his gaze on me. I stopped laughing, as he glared at me with such intense hatred. Why is even looking at me like this? I am not only one who laughed, am I? Everyone was laughing, even his dear friends were laughing. Then, why is giving this reaction only to me? *Ding* The screen appeared in front of me.
| Weekly Main Mission: Increase Ronald Weasley Affection towards you.
Rewards: 100 Level Points
Failure: No Level Points|
Ah, I am fucked, ain't I?