"Hey, Joey Lupa, I hear you're good with tools!"
"Shut it, Black."
"Why?"
"Because."
"That's not a proper answer."
"Fine then. BECAUSE I HATE YOU. Go AWAY!"
"Why?"
"I told you already!"
"Why?"
"WHY AM I STILL TALKING TO YOU!"
"Because."
I stormed off.
That was my enemy, Sirius Black. I seriously hate him.
I really don't know if he counts as my enemy, actually, because everyone says he has a crush on me. I think they're loony, but just in case, I won't call him my enemy. I'll call him my-cue grimaces-FRENEMY.
Too cheesy, but yes. I will.
I look around. The Great Hall is filled with people. But the people are silent, not chattering on as usual.
I walked up to my good friend James Potter. "Why isn't anyone talking?"
He pushed his glasses up his nose, and glanced at the "love of his life", Lily Evans. She didn't look at him.
"Because there's a new guy at the door," he said, finally reaching the conclusion that Lily wasn't going to take notice of him.
I looked up. So there was. The boy had shaggy black hair and was wearing a black shirt and ripped black jeans. He looked at the floor and I noticed his skull ring through my binoculars.
"I still have no idea why you always carry these around," said James, shaking his head at me.
"BECAUSE," I said stubbornly. "I like them."
"You like them because they're RED. Ridiculous."
"Riddikulus!" I shouted.
He shook his head. "You are officially crazy," he informed me.
"I'm not. I just like playing with tools-" I started, but then I noticed the black haired boy coming toward me. I quickly smoothed down my own dark brown hair.
James shook his head at me. "You're extremely shallow."
"I'm not! I just want to look presentable," I protested.
He shook his head. "Surrrre. SURRRRE."
"Shut up," I mumbled angrily.
The boy arrived at the table. "Hi," he said. His dark brown eyes bored into my green ones and I had to look away.
"Hey," I said.
"I needed to visit you," said the boy. "Tell you about...something."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Do you know Greek Myths?" asked the boy.
"Yes," I said slowly.
"You're a daughter of Hephaestus." He was abrupt, straight to the point. But I was clueless. "Huh? You mean...are you joking or something?"
"Nah," said the boy. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Nico Di Angelo." He stood up and walked to the Sorting Hat.
It was a while before the hat shouted, GRYFFINDOR! I could swear the hat had a smirk on its face...
I waved at Nico as he sloped toward our table. "I'm not joking," Nico continued as he sat, as though there hadn't been a break in our conversation. "I'm the son of Hades."
"Pluto," I confirmed. Nico looked confused. "Why are you using his Roman name?" Nico asked me, seemingly puzzled.
I shrugged. "I feel...more at home, using his Roman name."
