The Breakfast Club and Co.

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A Hogwarts 1975 PRP​

 

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The year had barely even begun, and Joan was already off to a rough start. Her rotten luck had it so that she and Melinda Geralds—pureblood and every bit as haughty as the rest of her friends were—shared not only the same house, but also the same classes by extension. It was thus that Joan trudged off to Herbology with the utmost displeasure and reluctance. Just the thought of having to endure the likes of Geralds already left a bad taste in her mouth.

She arrived at the greenhouse a little later the others, having practically dragged herself to class. Looking positively aggravated, Joan strutted her way to the only spot left in the room, which happened to be next to a Slytherin boy.

"Glad you could finally join us, Ms. Lambert," the professor remarked coldly as Joan slammed down onto her seat.

"Well, I'm not," Joan quipped back as she stared at the potted plants on the table before her, looking as though she was willing them to burn into ashes.

And thus, ten points were taken from Gryffindor that very morning, to the chagrin of most of Joan's classmates. Little did they know, this was just the beginning, and a mere sarcastic quip did not compare to the hell she was about to unleash that day.

 

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Melinda wasn't a morning person. and while excited for her first schoolday, the hate she felt for mornings didn't fade away. She still hated it every bit.

So, when Joan Lambert decided to come into class like a thundercloud the girl rolled her eyes at her housemate. When she managed to get ten points taken from Gryffindor, she sighed.

"I can't believe your guts!" was the first thing Melinda exclaimed against Joan. The professor had told everyone to pair up with their neighbour for the re-potting of the mandrakes, leaving the class for a bit to get the mandrakes. It was a chance she actively took advantage off to turn around and give her housemate an earful.

"Ten points, and not even an hour into our first class," she hissed.

Joan Lambert was, in her opinion, going to be the fall of Gryffindor.

 

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Asher had been reading their textbook on Herbology when a girl plopped on the seat beside him. Quite frankly, Asher didn't care who sat beside him, but from the way Ms. Lambert had answered back at their professor, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry. His first instinct was to get out of there. Unfortunately for him, there was no time left for him to switch seats nor were there any other empty seats left. It also didn't seem like anyone would be willing to trade places to him considering the collective reaction from the girl's own housemates.

Looks like he was stuck with her. He hoped that there would be no pair work or anything of the like, but alas, he knew it was unlikely to be the case. Just as he had suspected, the professor then asked them to pair up with the person they sat with before leaving to get the mandrakes they would be working with.

Almost as soon as the professor left, one of the Gryffindors turned to the girl sat beside him and began expressing her clear vexation at losing house points. He tuned out of the conversation before his partner responded to her housemate. There were better things he could be doing than to listen to what seems to be a brewing bickering.

Waiting for their professor to return, Asher turned his book to the page about mandrakes and began reading. He wasn't expecting his partner to help him out and honestly, he was hoping that she wouldn't. Asher didn't quite trust her to do things right, but he wasn't about to say that right to her face.

 

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Nag, nag, nag. That was all that Geralds ever did. Joan had half a mind to stab a plant with a shovel, but instead she gave Geralds the most piercing glare that she could manage.

"Oh, look! I think my mother just wandered into my Herbology class," she told her partner, though she was half-shouting and looking the other way, "She never does learn to shut up."

 

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Melinda grew red in the face as Joan humiliated her. How dare she! Practically fuming from her ears the girl was ready to strike back, but the reappearance of the teacher held her back.

"All right, students! Listen carefully," the woman started, though it was hard to miss out on her voice, as she was practically yelling with her ear cuffs on. "When re-potting mandrakes you always have to make sure to wear ear protection!" she continued, putting a pot on each bank. "Without it their screams can even make the biggest amongst us faint," she continued, eyes lingering over a half-giant and then over to the rest. "Or worse..." her voice promised menacingly.

Melinda didn't need any more convincing, quickly putting the cuffs on her head. The professor clasped her hands together as she turned around. "Okay, with that said, let's get going!"

With the professor not paying attention to them Melinda saw another chance to turn around in her seat and give Joan a dirty glare. 'I'm warning you,' she seemed to be wanting to say, but could only do so mentally without having to yell to hear herself through the muffs she was wearing,

 

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As soon as the professor had her back turned, Joan raised a middle finger in Melinda's direction, sticking her tongue out for good measure. Then, with an equally smouldering glare, she snapped her earmuffs into place and began to work. Firmly grasping the leaves, Joan pulled at the mandrake, but it hardly budged from its home in the soil. She pulled at it again, and again, and again, mustering all of her strength and frustrations. Finally, she managed to uproot the mandrake, but in doing so, she had sent grains of soil flying everywhere. Most of it ended up on her seatmates and Melinda.

Snickering at her arch-nemesis, Joan dropped the mandrake into an empty pot in front of her and dusted off her gloved hands, calling it a job well fucking done.

 

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Another look crossed Melinda's face as Joan rose a middle finger at her. The nerve this foreigner had! Fuming the girl tried to contain herself at her table, trying to focus on the task in front of her.

Don't pay attention, don't. Pay. Attention!

It wasn't working as Melinda felt herself increasingly more angry, fuming at the pure thought of Joan Lambert.

So, when the girl managed to spill soil all over Melinda she felt herself snap. "How dare!" she yelled over her earmuffs and grabbed a handful of soil from her pot, throwing it into the direction of her smug housemate.

The nerve of this girl!

 

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The smug smile on Joan's face didn't last long when Melinda scooped up a handful of soil and hurled it in her direction. It landed smack on Joan's face, which turned a vibrant red that comically matched her house colors. Joan, feeling murderous, wasted no moment propping herself up on the wide table in an effort to grab ahold of Melinda's neck and strangle her.

"Stop it!" The professor yelled on the top of her lungs, attention drawn by the sound of pots being knocked over and crashing onto the floor. "Miss Lambert, sit down this instant!"

But unfortunately, her voice was nothing against the soundproof earmuffs, screaming mandrakes, and the rage of Joan Lambert.

 

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Please don't involve me in you petty argument was all he could think as Lambert pretended to talk to him when it was very clear who her words were meant for. Thankfully the professor walked back in just before things could devolve any further. At her instructions, he put his earmuffs on. Perhaps that would help him out with his loud seatmate problem as well.

Unfortunately for him, things only got worse.

He cringed at Joan's attempt at depotting the mandrake. The poor thing, he thought. It looked like the girl was going to rip it apart, he wasn't even sure if that was possible but at that time, it certainly seemed likely. When the mandrake was finally uprooted, soil went flying everywhere and hit practically every student within the vicinity, including those on the other side. Asher sighed. It was only morning and already his clothes were soiled. At least she managed to complete the task at hand.

Asher was trying brush the soil off his clothes when suddenly he heard a yell from the Gryffindor girl who sat across from them. He looked up just in time to see soil hit his partner in the face. Almost immediately the girl launched herself across the table. Things had gone too far for him not to intervene, so he did the first thing he could think of. Asher grabbed onto the girl, attempting to pull her back. "What are you doing?! Get down from there!" he yelled, unsure whether or not she could even hear him. The sound of varying screams filled the room, from the crying mandrakes to the yelling professor ordering for the Gryffindor girl to stop. It was a disaster, he was almost certain that things were not going to end well.

 

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Long Melinda didn't get to celebrate her nice aim. Joan immediately hurled herself out of her seat and lurched over to her fellow Gryffindor, ready to commit murder. Knowing that she was smaller and weaker Melinda immediately backed away. Getting into a physical fight with Joan was bound to be a loss for her, so she rather avoided it. However, as there was a row of students behind her she didn't get far and all she could do was stand her ground.

Letting go of a loud yelp as she crossed her arms in front of her. The Gryffindor hoped someone was sensible enough to hold the other down. However, more seemed to share that sentiment as the whole class was squealing like a bunch of piglets and no one really reached out to help effectively.

The classroom of the first year Gryffindor-Slytherin Herbology was an utter mess, with mandrakes crying in the open air. Shoved and dropped to the ground either in rage and shock, and with a fuming Gryffindor girl about to strangle another, the classroom honestly sounded like a badly in tune Orchestra than the first day of school.

 

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From the corner of her eye, Joan saw the professor bring out her wand. At that same moment, something started to pull at her feet, causing Joan to slip on her hands and lose balance. Grasping desperately at anything within reach, she found herself grabbing hold of Melinda's earmuffs, which then slipped away as Joan fell flat onto the table.

Thinking that a nasty mandrake was holding her feet down, Joan kicked with as much force as she could muster. She kicked and kicked until a sudden stillness came over her and she couldn't so much as twitch. It took her a panicked second or two to realize she had, in fact, been frozen with a full body-binding curse.

 

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"Don't touch --" Melinda had quite a few choice words pointed towards Joan, but she wouldn't utter them at the moment. Just as soon as the girl came flying at her and was pulled back Melinda's earmuffs came off as well, making her ears free for the canons of cries of the mandrakes in the room.

Never had she heard something so awful. Even her nanny and Joan's screeching combined had never given her quite the headache. The mandrake's cry dizzied the girl, her hands trying to protect her, but it was all too late. Mere seconds after exposure the girl already fainted, blacked out as she fell to the floor.

"Student down!" a student screamed, and panic went through the crowd of students as they wondered what to do. Did she faint, or was she dead? No one dared to pose the question as the Herbology cast a spell to silence the mandrakes and the screaming students.

"You, please bring miss Geralds to the Hospital Wing" she pointed at a tall Gryffindor who awkwardly brushed the back of his head as he looked down at Melinda. "Pronto!" the professor hissed, causing the boy to jump up as he quickly went to pick up the girl easily.

"You," the professor then turned around sharply towards the pair of Asher and Joan, her eyes narrowing. "Please escort miss Lambert to the Hospital Wing as well and inform her that I will be seeing the both of you after school," the woman didn't allow for Asher to say much else as she turned around and briskly stepped away to clean up the unpotted and fallen mandrakes, ordering the rest of the students to 'chop, chop' clean the room.

 

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Asher tried his damndest to hold the Gryffindor back. The girl certainly didn't made it easy with all her kicking. He heard someone scream that someone had fainted, but Asher was too preoccupied to pay it any further attention. Finally the girl stopped resisting, in fact, she stopped moving entirely—but not before she could inflict damage onto him.

With a hard kick, the heel of her shoe met his nose sending the young Slytherin boy in a world of pain. He hissed in pain and reflexively let go of her to cover his nose, willing the stinging to go away. The scent of iron filled his broken nose. When he pulled one of his hands away, he saw blood on his fingers. If the sensation hadn't already confirmed that his nose was indeed broken, the sight of blood surely did the trick.

At first, he was thankful that the professor had managed to put a stop to the chaos that had transpired, but when she'd turned to him with accusing eyes ordering him to escort the petrified girl and making it clear that he was in trouble, every respect he had for the witch vanished. His blood nose was broken and yet he has to escort the practically unscathed Lambert to the bloody hospital wing?! It was outrageous! To top it all off, she even practically said that they were getting detention! She didn't even let him say anything before she turned her attention elsewhere.

Asher was livid. He felt his jaw clench in anger, the pain he felt from his nose momentarily forgotten. He narrowed his eyes at the professor. There were a ton of things he wanted to say. In the end, he said nothing. As much as he would love to give her a piece of his mind, he thought better of it. He was already in enough trouble as it was, he didn't want to make things any worse than it already was--it that was even possible. Instead, he turned to the girl who was responsible for all this and dragged her, quite literally, to the hospital wing.

 

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Timeskip: A Mess During Lunch

AN EVENTFUL MORNING had passed for the rival houses of Gryffindor and Slytherin. The first Herbology class of the year turned out disastrous with students bickering and mandrakes screaming. It was only the first day of the school year and already a pair of students had been given detention.

Now it was time for lunch. Once again, students were gathering in the Great Hall for their midday meal. The events of this morning had seemed to die down to hushed whispers being spread among the first years of the involved houses.

All was calm and normal, but little did Hogwarts know that the chaos from the morning had yet to fully end.

 

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By the time lunch rolled around, Joan was already back to her normal state. It had taken a simple counter-curse to free her from the full body-binding spell--simple enough that it only took a flick of the wand and a mere few seconds for the magic to wear off. It made her wonder why there was any need for her to go to the infirmary, when clearly the boy who had brought her there needed it more than she did. Perhaps the professor had just wanted to be rid of her.

The whole Gryffindor house, in fact, was fed up of the likes of Joan Lambert. Gryffindor's points had taken quite a hit due to her tomfoolery earlier this morning. They owed the house cup points now, for the first time in history! It was no wonder that both the upperclassmen and those in her year had been giving her glares and insulting her whenever they got the chance.

It felt rather lonely, then, to sit at the Gryffindor table where everyone else despised her guts. She sunk into her seat, trying to ignore the very empty space around her. It was hard, though, because apart from that area at the table, everywhere else was packed with students. It was as if she had erected an invisible wall between her and the people around her that no one dared to cross.

Way to go, Lambert, she thought to herself derisively as she stabbed her fork into a piece of chicken. First day of school and you fuck everything up.

 

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His first day in this new world of magic had been awful. Emrys had a hard time adjusting to his new environment, finding it difficult to follow what his peers were saying and what the professors spoke of. Quite honestly, the boy felt even more out of place out of this world than he had already felt back in the 'muggle world', as the people here called his place. While the strange incidents that followed him throughout his daily life where inexplicable and mysterious in their nature --called magic here in this place-- Emrys had at least known and understood the social rules and cues there.

Here, here he was just all sorts of lost with his first class being Potions and then following after with Defence Against the Dark Arts, a mysterious sort of class that didn't seem substantial, but was yet regarded with importance, but felt useless at the same time. How all the classes could have this double identity was beyond Emrys, but the information that was given to him on his first day had bedazzled him. Were they sure that he was one of them?

Emrys had never felt anymore a droll than he had now, shuffling his way into the Great Hall. Lunchtime, and despite the promise of rest Emrys once more dreaded having to sit at the table with all these unknown peers that distinguished themselves by ranks that he hadn't known with the 'muggles'. Pureblood, halfblood, halfbreeds and muggleborns. There was just too much and not to mention the nasty attitudes some had and held! Exhausted the boy just let himself fall into a seat, dropping his head down onto the table as he smacked his on the table in search of his utensils.

And that was the first reaction to a chain of actions.

By accident he had hit the fork by the teeth --hissing in pain as the silverware pricked him-- and sending it flying across the room. It landed with a plop --thank Merlin not top down!-- onto the head of a Gryffindor nearby. Wide-eyed the boy quickly duck out of sight, hoping that whoever the soul was he had hit wasn't of irate nature and wouldn't come looking for him.

 

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Something landed on her head. Hard.

Joan touched her forehead only to feel a small bump forming there. There was a bit of blood too. Nothing that should cause concern, but it angered her that someone would dare throw a fork in her direction. She knew exactly who had done it, too. Who else could it be?

Clenching her jaw, Joan scooped up a fistful of bacon and hurled it in Melinda's direction.

Somewhere in the distance, a shrill voice yelled, "FOOD FIGHT!"

 

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After passing out in Herbology Melinda had spent the rest of her morning in the Hospital Wing, an express letter detailing the incident heading to her parents. It was the common policy, to inform the parents in case any complications formed and parental approval was needed. Not that the Gryffindor expected more medical attention to be needed. The nurse had thought so the same, checking her hearing and informing Melinda that she was good to go and eat lunch.

And just as she entered the Great Hall and seated herself the girl got a fistful of bacon to the face. Bewildered the girk stared straight into the face of a fuming Joan Lambert who seemed to be returning with another vengeance as someone on the background yelled: 'Food fight'. More encouragement she didn't really need.

"Lambert," she hissed, flicking out her wand she pointed at the food on the table and then at her fellow Gryffindor, sending the articles off on their way to the girl.

If she wanted war she could get it.