13 Chapter 12

I believe that the flight class went well. Until Neville ended up falling down.

Sure I slowed his fall and even played with gravity affecting him a bit so he didn't end up breaking his arm like he did in the books but still Hooch took him to the infirmary in order to make sure nothing was wrong. I was starting to hate the fandom from back then with making all the adults look useless in past since they obviously were useful around here. It made things confusing. And I just realized how stupid I sounded inside my head.

'Darn adults, how dare you be actually competent and useful at your jobs!'

I needed a drink. I also needed to be older to drink. Though I probably could use a telepathic illusion but was I gonna really use my godlike powers to illegally drink alcohol and make it so that authorities would not realize it?

Of course I was!

But not today, today I had to deal with a moronic little girl who was acting like she was the God's gift to earth and thought that mocking people for their injuries was cool.

"Did you all see that squib?! Just a Little higher and the broom would have done us a big favor." Libra Malfoy said in her nasally little shit voice and once more I realized than Malfoy being a girl did not make her attitude 'cute'. She was a little shit as much as her male counterpart.

How nice that I had plans that were less than pleasant for her that would come into effect in the coming years.

"Shut up Malfoy!" And Ronald Weasley, always the eloquent one among the Gryffindors wasn't he. I probably should make plans for this kid as well cause one day he would be the death of me due to sheer disgust he inspired within my heart in meals. I would have done something about it but I was rather afraid that using complex mind alterations on a… specimen such as Ronald might somehow create a 'miracle' and make him even more stupid!

Was it likely? No.

Was I gonna risk it? Also no.

The ginger and bleached headed students continued to have their argument, using Neville as an excuse to hurl insults towards each other. They were quite alike for people who claimed to hate each other. 'Claimed' since the source of their feelings were not much more complex than 'daddy said so'.

I really did not want to deal with the stupid shit they had in movies and the books so while the two idiots were having their argument, I sneakily went towards the orb on the ground and put it in my pocket. Excuse to talk with Neville, checked.

This also meant that Violet wouldn't get to join the Quidditch team through impressing Mcgonnagal and making the transfiguration teacher to use the power of favoritism but... meh. She could use that time to study magic and she could just learn how to ride a broom in her own time.

…why do all of my inner monologues sound like innuendos?

<POV Change>

This day had been nothing but useless for one Daphne Greengrass who was contemplating whether she could get away with murder or not.

Probably not since the ones she wanted to murder had parents who had a habit of bribing politicians so things could get messy. Not to mention she did not actually possess the capability to murder the people who had earned her ire with the exception of Libra Malfoy, the rest were all fifth year or higher in Slytherin. And murdering the daughter of Narcissa Malfoy nee Black was not the smartest thing to do.

Even if she was making it very tempting.

"And then the little squib just fell down from his broom, screaming the whole way down. Only way it could have been better was if it happened to Weasley and Potter as well." The nasally voice of Daphne's source of ire continued to prattle on, though the Greengrass heiress agreed that it would have been nice if it happened to the Weasley as well.

The one in her year, had to be clear on that since there were too damn many of them, almost like the family was trying to create their own little army since she heard they were supposed to have a sister as well.

"Am I right Daphne?" Libra continued as Daphne cursed the moment the Malfoy heiress had decided that they were friends without any input from her. The little shit probably didn't think anything beyond 'pureblood', 'rich' and 'girl' before making such decision. Which had led to Tracey, Daphne's actual friend, to stay away from her in order to not deal with Malfoy.

She would get her revenge on Tracey for that.

"I don't think you are." A voice said from behind them, making them both spin around to see Jonathan Richards. A boy that had been... interesting even for Daphne, his sorting was a topic that made people clash theories even now.

"What do you want, mudblood?" Libra spat and Daphne was once more reminded why exactly she didn't like this girl.

She already had to deal with the thoughts of racist people anytime she lost concentration on her Occlumency barriers in the Slytherin dorm, she didn't need anyone who spotted such worthless ideals out loud.

Even now she was... not doing anything? Libra Malfoy looked like she was frozen in her place with her hand about to flap her hair, almost like a statue.

"No matter how much we listen to her, it is always a surprise how rude she can be. Don't you agree?" Jonathan said and even though she agreed, that didn't mean she wasn't creeped out by the current situation. So her hand slowly reached towards her wand, trying to think what kind of magic Jonathan had used and how exactly she was supposed to deal with it.

"Please calm down, I just thought that you might appreciate the silence." Jonathan smiled at her and Daphne came to two startling realizations.

The constant sound of thoughts that manage to get through her defenses were silent. For the first time since she came to Hogwarts, she didn't hear any random thoughts!

But that was tame compared to her second realization.

"Well, would you like to have a chat, miss Greengrass?"

Jonathan Richards had been talking to her... yet his lips never moved.