Evie padded down the hallway silently in a pair of black sneakers, as her usual high heel boots made too much noise. She held her sparking purple wand in front of her, moving slowly and with caution, even though she was invisible.

Besides never eating, she never slept, either, giving her the perfect time to patrol the corridors and the forest behind the teachers' backs. Pluto was sound asleep in its cage for some strange reason, as it always slept at night. Neptunia never did, and it was trotting next to Evie silently and most definitely not invisible.

"Remind me again why we're going to this forbidden corridor," Neptunia mewed, its voice echoing around the hallway.

"Shut it," Evie snapped back. "I came here for action. It would be a total waste of my time if I came here and nothing ever happened."

"And that's why you're breaking the rules?"

"When have I not, Neptunia?"

"Ooooooh," A cackle floated down the hallway. "Children out of bed?"

Evie shut up as soon as Peeves turned the corner.

"Naughty children out of bed?" He singsang. "Should I tell Filch..."

His gaze landed on Neptunia, who blinked its bright blue eyes at him with a "Meow."

When Peeves looked like he was about to yell, Evie rolled her eyes, dispersing her invisibility and stabbing her wand in Peeves's face. "You say a word," she warned.

Peeves looked delighted. "Wandering around at mid--"

"I had no trouble bluffing earlier," she seethed. "But what makes you think I won't turn you into a pile of ghost mush right here and now?" The sparks on the tip of her wand flew more wildly, and the air around Peeves constricted tightly.

Frightened now,  Peeves flew off.

Rolling her eyes, Evie cast her invisibility back in and kept walking.

The next person--animal--cat, whatever--they ran into was Mrs. Norris. The two cats immediately started hissing at each other, backs arched, so Evie gave Neptunia a light kick irritably. Neptunia threw Mrs. Norris one last hiss before stalking off, head held high.

Finally they came across the end of the forbidden corridor. By this time, Evie had gotten lost so many times that she now knew the entire school like the back of her hand, even though it was only one thirty in the morning.

Evie frowned, reaching for the door knob (that was probably locked) when--

"Stop."

She froze and glanced down at Neptunia in annoyance. "What?"

Neptunia sniffed the air cautiously. "Don't open it."

Evie sighed but took a step back. "What now, Neptunia?"

"I smell dogs."

"We're not stopping because of your stupid fear of dogs."

"I am not afraid of dogs. Well, maybe a little. But I can't quite discern whether it's one dog or three dogs, so be on guard."

Evie raised her wand to the door and tapped it twice. The door immediately turned transparent like a window door, but it was only a one-way transparency, as it hadn't changed at all if you look at it from the other side. Evie peered inside curiously and gave a small gasp.

Of delight.

You'd think she saw a cake or dresses or something that normal teenagers would enjoy. No.

Instead, she saw a large, brown, dog that was the height from the floor to the ceiling. It had three nasty heads, one snarling and the other two sound asleep. No wonder Neptunia couldn't discern whether it was one dog or three, Evie thought as she dispersed the spell on the door. "Neptunia, you coming?"

Neptunia made a face--as best as a cat could, anyway. "Mrow. Me, go in there, and become lunch? No thanks."

Evie shrugged. "You know, it'd technically be a midnight snack, but whatevs. You stay here on guard then."

Licking her paw daintily, Neptunia gave a small "Meow."

Evie dropped her invisibility and vanished inside.

The single head that was awake blinked in surprise, as if asking 'should I eat this stupid human or not?' Then it must've decided that it was going to eat the stupid human--not that Evie appreciated being called stupid or a human--because it gave a threatening growl as both of its other heads woke up.

Evie pulled out a second wand and gripped it in her other hand firmly. Ooh, ooh, ooh! She thought to herself as she leaped to the side, turning a somersault and dodging one of the snarling heads easily. Oh, pish posh, missed me. Can't you do better than that, dog breath?

She held out her wand and it immediately sparked in mixed showers of purple and blue, setting off a bright flash of light in one of the heads' faces, sending that head spinning in confusion as she leaped on top of it.

Hopping lightly over another one of the snapping heads, she ran down the neck and down the body when--

"Whoops!"

She ducked down, hopping off the large three-headed dog and landing on the ground in a crouch, her feet positioned perfectly and her hand rested on...a doorknob?

Frowning, she realized all of a sudden that this dog wasn't just here for students looking for stupid ways to die--no offense--or students looking for adventure (namely Evie), but it was guarding a trapdoor.

But what was under that trapdoor?

Just when Evie proceeded to try to find out, all three heads (the third one had recovered) snapped at her sharply, and she dropped one of her wands by accident when she tumbled out of the way smoothly. She pointed her other wand at it and it came flying through the air and into her grasp.

She was just about to force her way through the trapdoor when--

"Meow."

She immediately stiffened. That was Neptunia's call for trouble. Cursing, she crossed her wands in front of her and vanished in a flash of blue and purple. She exited the room, invisible, and scooped up Neptunia before making her way back down the hallway, narrowly avoiding Professor Quirrel and Professor Snape (both of whom seemed to be in quite a hurry, she might add), through the portrait of the Fat Lady, and back into her room.

Oh, well, it was two in the morning and that was enough for tonight.

Tomorrow, she would check out the forbidden forest.

***

Evie had never been to school before, but it was by far the most boring experience she had ever been in. Wednesday midnight had just been occupied to learning names of different stars and movements of planets. How stupid was that? She now had her mind set on ditching. Then, three days a week, was Herbology. Evie had already gotten in trouble with Professor Sprout once for setting a plant on fire--purposely--out of pure boredom.

She literally set off fireworks during the History of Magic class. The ghost of a teacher, Professor Binns, freaked out, but she just shooed him off with a little good old-fashioned bluffing.

The Charms teacher was Professor Flitwick, a tiny wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. During role call, he gave a little squeak upon reaching Harry's name and toppled out of sight. Sometime into the class, Evie turned his pile of books into a pile of rats from boredom and watched him squeal and dart around in amusement.

Then there was the head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall. She taught Transfigurations and was a strict teacher--not that that bothered Evie much.

Her introduction went somewhat like this:

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts."

This earned a really? in Evie's head.

"Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

Then she turned her desk into a pig and back again.

Fun, Evie thought to herself sarcastically. But why a pig of all things? I probably would've done a duck or something.

The rest of the class was impressed, however, and Evie gave an exasperated sigh. Seriously, what is happening to this generation?

After taking--ah, listening to (or not even listening to, I guess for Evie's case)--a lot of complicated notes (during which Evie did nothing but read comics), they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle. The other students seem to have no effect at all, but some ten minutes later, there was a honking sound in the classroom and students shrieked in surprise when a duck fluttered about the classroom.

"Exactly what is going on here?" Professor McGonagall demanded.

Evie stood up and said sarcastically, "Oh, sorry." She changed the duck into a needle with a flick of her wrist and a heavy sigh. "I must've gotten bored. My imagination tends to run wild, you know. Ooh, sharp." She rolled her eyes when the needle pricked her finger on the way to her hand, wiping the blood on her robes. "Don't mind me."

Professor McGonagall said nothing but proceeded to compliment Hermione on how her match had gone all silver and pointy.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was a complete joke. Evie couldn't help but turn Professor Quirrell's desk into a coffin once at his ridiculous story about meeting a vampire in Romania. Heck, vampires didn't even exist, and especially not in Romania. Evie had been around the globe once when she was five, so she'd know.

On Friday, they had Double Potions with Slytherin in Professor Snape's class.

Evie sat at the breakfast table, bored, and drawing patterns on the table with her wand. Somewhere nearby, Harry and Ron were talking about Potions and Snape being Head of the Slytherin House or something--she wasn't really paying attention. She absently fed Neptunia some porridge--(who had insisted "I wasn't being fed,")--and turned her face to the sky when she noticed a rustle of black feathers within the hundred of owls streaming into the Great Hall. Next to her, a white owl dropped a letter in front of Harry.

The owls circled around the tables, and Evie whistled before holding up her wrist. Pluto landed, leaning down with a letter in its beak. "What have you got there, Pluto?" She plucked the letter from its beak and flipped it over, feeding Pluto some of the porridge as well.

Neptunia blinked up at once at her and said, "Breakfast?"

"No," Evie snapped, reading the name on the letter. "Oh, it's from Aunt Betty Anne. I wonder what she wants." Evie hardly knew any of her relatives, and none of them bothered sending letters at all. So this was a rare occasion--or so you'd think, but Evie shrugged and tore the letter into itty bitty shreds without even opening it and set it on fire. But the smoke and screams attracted a teacher, so she was forced to put it out.

Potions sucked. Evie knew immediately that Professor Snape was not the biggest fan of Harry Potter--so to speak the least. So Evie was able to spend her time thinking to herself about the randomest things in the world without getting in trouble. Then came the actual mixing potions part.

Evie was lucky enough to get paired with Hermione Granger, of all people, and sat staring out the window thinking more random thoughts as Hermione happily did all the work. Professor Snape stopped by once and caught her, only to ask, "So then, Miss Mystic, if you were paying attention, you should know the answer to this. What would you get if you added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Hardly a second had passed when one of Evie's wands sparked purple inside her robe, and the answer flew in her head. "Draught of Living Death."

Professor Snape snarled but said nothing, walking away quietly.

Evie sighed. Boring. Why was everything in this school so boring?

So you think so, do you, Evie Mystic?

Evie immediately stiffened with a start. What. The. Heck?

Something was definitely wrong if she was hearing the Dark Lord's voice in her head.

A/N: Now that's an even bigger cliffhanger! I told you they'd be happening along the way! That was one of the more boring chapters of the book, I'm sorry, but again, I hate breaking the plotline when I write fanfictions, so I had to get through it. Bear with me! Hopefully the next few chapters will be more eventful--though no guarantees!

~Princess_Fairytale

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