"Um... Professor?" I said, trying to keep my messenger carrier to my side without it hitting the tall man beside me.
"Yes Miss D'Ancelet?" He said, saying my last name with perfect accent, only thing was, everything else was English enough.
"Why did it take you so long to find me?" I asked, trying to keep my eyes to the ground.
I knew I shouldn't have brought it up, but as the mans eyes looked down upon my curly dark brown hair, I needed to hear why, I needed to.
"Miss D'Ancelet, I do believe we do not have the time to talk about this now, you are already late for the third class, with Professor Snape. But tonight we shall get you sorted into your house and you will feel right at home," Professor Dumbledore, stopping in front of a large door, cold iron for the handle.
"Good luck Miss D'Ancelet, you will need it," He said, handing me a piece of parchment.
I walked slowly into the classroom, as about fifty heads turned. I stared at the sea of black cloaks and suddenly felt very out of place. I looked down at my ripped blue jeans, my white hippy shirt my mother had given me, and my different shoe laced vans as I walk towards who I presumed to be Professor Snape.
He gave me a dirty look as I handed him the piece of paper, and I watched his eyebrows go up into his greasy hair. I hoped he wouldn't be as bad a teacher as he looked.
"Miss D'Ancelet, are you sure you are… ready for such an advanced class?" He said, a sneer appearing upon his lip.
"Sir..." I began; I must tell you I was terrified. This man, these people were all different then my friends in America. "I am ready for this, I studied and the Headmaster thinks me good for this level". I tried to sound as nice & respectful as I could, but this man wasn't exactly what I would call comfort.
"Ok, you will be seated next to… Hmn… Mr. Potter" Potter… Potter… where had I heard that name?
I walked over to the boy; he was wearing the Hogwarts cloak, and thick-rimmed glasses. His dark black hair was pleasing, shaggy and messy. I couldn't see the color of his eyes until I sat down.
I looked around, every pair of eyes was on me, and it was frightening. I hoped that these people would be my friends, not my enemies like so many other kids. The boy next to me, poked me sharply in the arm, and handed me a quill and a piece of parchment.
"Today class, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Professor Snape started, "We will be making the Toadstool Venom Cure, and I will be testing it on one of you. You and your partner will need to come up here and get this…" His words were lost to me, as my eyes caught another pair. A boy, he had bleached looking blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes that made me melt. He winked at me; making me smile sense the first time I saw my picture of my mother.
"Umm..." the boy next to me said, interrupting my little moment, "You need to go up there".
"Oh, I'm sorry, I am not all here today," my strong American accent strange against the beautiful accent of the natives here. "I'm Jevial by the way, most people either call me J or Jevs, but I don't care."
"I'm Harry, Harry Potter," he said holding out his hand. He was very friendly and his green eyes were very handsome. I shook his hand lightly and quickly let go. We walked up to the Professor, and got the slimy toadstools.
Harry read aloud from the book, and we began to mix in ingredients. I looked at Harry's book to make sure he was doing everything right, I didn't want a cauldron to blow up in my face on the first day.
"No, no" I said, taking the spoon from him, "If you always stir clockwise you get a blatant formula if you are using toadstool, if you stir clockwise then counter clockwise its more colorful" I said, showing him.
"Oh, thanks J", he said smiling. I looked over at the boy with the pale hair's cauldron, it was a perfect color. I smiled as he caught my eye, and I looked quickly down at my own, now turning a tickle-me-pink.
We spent the greater half hour exchanging tips, Harry telling me about strange ingredients from England, and my stranger ingredients from Brazil, Mexico, and New York.
Harry told me about his parents, and that they were dead. And how he lived with his Aunt and Uncle for eleven years. I didn't want to know what happened to his parents, and he didn't really seemed to really want me to know. I told him about how I lived in New York more then half my life, and in between Mexico and Brazil. I told him how Dumbledore couldn't find me, and had only found me a few years ago.
"Up 'till now I have went to Beauxbatons, but I didn't fit in" I said, blowing out the fire with my wand. "I only went for about a month, my mother never wanted me to be a witch, I never found out why."
"Yea, two years ago Beauxbatons came to the Triwizard cup, it was pretty horrible" Harry said shrugging. He seemed like he was keeping a really big secret, I wondered what it was. Professor Snape called our samples, now a bright green in our cauldron.
Luckily he had Harry test it out, and it worked second best in the class. The first was a bushy haired girl with a load of books. Third came the blonde haired boy's, who had come up to me.
"Hey," he said, holding out a pale hand, "My name's Draco Malfoy".
"Jevial D'Ancelet" I said shaking his hand. To my surprise it felt warm, and soft.
"That's French, from a older line of the Royals, am I correct?" He asked in French, perfect toned.
"Woi, woi!" I said clapping my hands! Some one here spoke French, and sounded fluent.
"Yea, me mum taught me, I'm not perfect with it, but I think it's the most beautiful thing on earth, 'cept of course a few exceptions."
"Am I one of your 'exceptions' Draco?" I said, a smile coming across my face, my dark eyes glowing.
"Well, you will find out soon", he said, just as the final bell was ringing.
I had to admit, I skipped to lunch.