The general aura inside the Gryffindor common room was smug yet very
energized, they had just won the first Quidditch match of the year! Of
coarse there pity for Slytherin was nonexistent, but that wasn't the point.
they had defeated them again!
Harry was truly blithe while he stared off into the distance fixated at a random point because of his utter exhaustion from the ass whooping, while Ron and Hermione celebrated with yet a few more post game smooches.
Colin was kept busy admonishing the couple to. "Please remove your bodies from the corner and eat some of my victory brownies. No one is touching them dammit!"
Ahhh yes, Colin and his bloody victory brownies. ever since Hogwarts offered a cooking with your wand extracurricular class (Thursday nights, 7:30 in the kitchen) he had been obsessed with baked goods. Even though he made them with love to share with the rest of Gryffindor House, everyone had been too scared to taste them.
Ever since Colin's fourth year, he had gone a little "sassy" as some would call it, but lets just call it horrifyingly enthralled with himself and the world around him. There was a rumor going around that said there was magic dust stolen from Snape's lab in them, and for the most part, they were right. Yes indeed, this year, Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts was aiming to be one of the best so far even though his two best friends Ron and Hermione had become strangely attracted to each other last year during history class, when his voice abruptly took less squeaky, but manlier form.
From then on their damn dirty ragging teenage hormones took full effect and with haste everyday after the last class it was a rat race to one of their dorms for a nice little snog session.
Harry learned to ignore it thoroughly. He had become good pals with other 16 year old guys in his year, except Draco, hell no, not him, never would he befriend such a bloke.
Draco had developed a very fit figure and currently at the height of 5'10'' he was the Slytherin Quidditch team caption and hot stuff.
Pansy Parkinson noticed it before anyone else at about their second year and now had driven herself into a fit of worship. Her best friend Millicent Bulstrode, a fellow Slytherin, had expected the novelty to wear off by at least the Christmas Holiday fifth year, but no go. She had given him way too many air kisses when his back was turned, and everyone was in unanimous agreement that writing Mrs. Pansy Malfoy all over herself was getting way out of hand.
But poor Draco, of course, was oblivious to her whole extreme fascination.
The clock struck 12:30 a.m. and a few of the Gryffindorians headed off to bed for a wonderful nights sleep, but Harry just sat there starring at his random fixation point pondering the complexities of the universe. or was he?
"Ron. RON! I'm talking to YOU!"
"Smooch, smack. what?"
"When I was voted a Prefect last year, um. did you find me in any frighteningly way. um, sexy?"
"What? Sexy? Yes I am. and you know it Hermes."
"RON! Not you. am I! Am I sexy in any way?"
"In a dark and awfully bleak way, yeah" mumbled Hermione as she wiped runaway spit off her lip with her celebration robe sleeve.
"Oh good grief. you mean to me that my Prefect self is not pretty?"
"That's right!" Hermione shouted very sarcastically then pushed Ron playfully and began a fresh snog.
Oh well... Harry thought to himself, I still have my sexy contacts. damn. err, I still have these cumbersome glasses. Well at least my hair is tame and soft, and slick, like Draco's. GAAA! No it's not! I'm a beast! Look at me!
"NO!" yelled what was left of the common room in unison, it was a sure sign, at age 16, the infamous Harry Potter just realized that he himself was hideous. No wonder the gravitational pull between him and girls ended once he hit puberty 3rd year, no wonder at all.
The next morning as the common room awoke to an unusually late start Ron waddled down the stairs only to find that Harry was laying on the couch in his pajamas holding up a pocket mirror which looked uncannily like Hermione's. It seemed that Harry was still uptight about the night before when he discovered that he might not be all that in the good looking aisle.
The duo didn't say much, they just glanced at each other with bewildered and annoyed faces giving the rest of the Gryffindorians that distinct impression that there friendship was going to end in such a stupid way, over how they looked.
It was after Hermione emerged from the girl's dorm fully clothed for the day complete with the giddy smile ready for breakfast in the Great Hall and a day out with Ron, that Professor McGonagall crept into the common room via the fat lady. Standing right next to her was a girl about 15/16ish wearing brand new robes.
"Hello all. ahhmmm. Mr Weasley."
"Sorry Professor. I was stuck (use your imagination.)" Ron stammered shyly.
"I would like to introduce you to a new student, her name is Eleanor McTeaglesworth. She has transferred from Bora Bora and has yet to be sorted into her house which will happen tonight in the Great Hall at Dinner. I am just showing her around until she knows where she belongs. Now if you tyrants. ahemm. Gryffindorians wouldn't mind entertaining her for a little while?
"That would be just totally awesome professor!" Hermione volunteered eagerly making Ron groan (no benefits for him this morning!).
McGonagall left the room, probably heading towards her office, yep, Eleanor was alone with the whole of the Gryffindor house. Scary thought Huh?
"So, um, Eleanor, where are you from?" asked Aimee Johnson, Angelina's little sister.
"I was born in Ontario, you know Canada, but my family moves around a lot, last place I was in Bora Bora, which is near Tahiti. But before that I lived in America for a few years."
"Oh really! I have a cousin who lives in America! Her name is Tiffany and she really loves to drink martinis and pop dandelion heads off with her thumb."
"Shut up Colin! God. have some respect!" reprimanded Gregory, a fellow 5th year.
"Back to business. wow this brownie is delectable. where did it come from?"
"Gregory NOOOOOOO! That's Colin's brownie!" yelled Hermione!
As Gregory sprinted to the bathroom followed closely by a group of boys, the older crowd interviewed Eleanor further.
From basic couch conversation Harry, Hermione and Neville discovered a few things about her they would have never guessed. First off she was a tremendous Quidditch player and was a beater for Bora Bora's national team, partially because they were in desperate need of players, but she was awesome none the less.
Her birthday was curiously July 31st, and currently at the tender age of sixteen she had not even kissed anyone, not had a boyfriend either (Hermione's question mind you.).
Her innocence bewildered Ron and Harry, she was too charming for guys not to fall head over heals in her presence.
Soon night time fell, and Eleanor had successfully spent time in all of the houses, which triggered her feeling of anxiousness to see which house would soon be her new home for the next year and a half.
The whole school piled into the Great Hall like any other night, the uniqueness of it had dwindled a bit. The Slytherins were almost oblivious to the fact that the sorting hat had appeared on the rostrum gleefully ready to sort just one tonight.
The students became irritated and antsy waiting for the generally hearty meal to appear, even Hermione who thankfully grew out of her SPEW stage and learned to ignore things done by house elves around the school; she had better things to do now (Ron. hint hint).
As Dean Thomas sneezed rather loudly, the doors of the Great Hall flung open and in waltzed Professor McGonagall and Hagrid each to one side of Eleanor who spent her last few unsorted minutes lollygagging in the library. They kept marching and with each step more voices quieted and by the time the trio approached the front the room was in total silence.
"Greetings students." announced Dumbledore.
"Tonight we have something out of the ordinary happening right here in this Great Hall. A peer has transferred from Bora Bora with her family to Britain in hopes to attend a wizarding school to further accelerate her education. I am pleased to introduce to you Eleanor McTeaglesworth, a very fine young lady who will be entered into the 6th year class."
Eleanor turned a bright shade of red and automatically started folding her long dirty blonde hair behind her ears, an obvious nervous habit. Without haste, much to everyone's dismay, Professor McGonagall invited Eleanor to step forward and sit upon the traditional stool 1st years use to be sorted.
So, there she sat and slowly but surely, McGonagall placed the sorting hat on top of Eleanor's head.
"Hmmmm. right then.." The hat pondered out loud. "You are a very peculiar one. that I know."
Malfoy seemed to loose interest in babbling to Crabbe and Goyle quietly and started to pay attention to what was happening up at the front. What he saw was amazing.
"Wow, she is not to bad looking, wouldn't mind her getting sorted into Slytherin." he thought to himself.
As the hat kept on pondering and Eleanor kept getting more and more eager to just step down into her house, Draco became more and more captivated by her.
"Yesssss... You are definitely a."
The whole school held their breath, all the guys wouldn't mind having an underage hottie in their house. Draco's eyes were glued, as were Harry, Ron, and Hermione's.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry was truly blithe while he stared off into the distance fixated at a random point because of his utter exhaustion from the ass whooping, while Ron and Hermione celebrated with yet a few more post game smooches.
Colin was kept busy admonishing the couple to. "Please remove your bodies from the corner and eat some of my victory brownies. No one is touching them dammit!"
Ahhh yes, Colin and his bloody victory brownies. ever since Hogwarts offered a cooking with your wand extracurricular class (Thursday nights, 7:30 in the kitchen) he had been obsessed with baked goods. Even though he made them with love to share with the rest of Gryffindor House, everyone had been too scared to taste them.
Ever since Colin's fourth year, he had gone a little "sassy" as some would call it, but lets just call it horrifyingly enthralled with himself and the world around him. There was a rumor going around that said there was magic dust stolen from Snape's lab in them, and for the most part, they were right. Yes indeed, this year, Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts was aiming to be one of the best so far even though his two best friends Ron and Hermione had become strangely attracted to each other last year during history class, when his voice abruptly took less squeaky, but manlier form.
From then on their damn dirty ragging teenage hormones took full effect and with haste everyday after the last class it was a rat race to one of their dorms for a nice little snog session.
Harry learned to ignore it thoroughly. He had become good pals with other 16 year old guys in his year, except Draco, hell no, not him, never would he befriend such a bloke.
Draco had developed a very fit figure and currently at the height of 5'10'' he was the Slytherin Quidditch team caption and hot stuff.
Pansy Parkinson noticed it before anyone else at about their second year and now had driven herself into a fit of worship. Her best friend Millicent Bulstrode, a fellow Slytherin, had expected the novelty to wear off by at least the Christmas Holiday fifth year, but no go. She had given him way too many air kisses when his back was turned, and everyone was in unanimous agreement that writing Mrs. Pansy Malfoy all over herself was getting way out of hand.
But poor Draco, of course, was oblivious to her whole extreme fascination.
The clock struck 12:30 a.m. and a few of the Gryffindorians headed off to bed for a wonderful nights sleep, but Harry just sat there starring at his random fixation point pondering the complexities of the universe. or was he?
"Ron. RON! I'm talking to YOU!"
"Smooch, smack. what?"
"When I was voted a Prefect last year, um. did you find me in any frighteningly way. um, sexy?"
"What? Sexy? Yes I am. and you know it Hermes."
"RON! Not you. am I! Am I sexy in any way?"
"In a dark and awfully bleak way, yeah" mumbled Hermione as she wiped runaway spit off her lip with her celebration robe sleeve.
"Oh good grief. you mean to me that my Prefect self is not pretty?"
"That's right!" Hermione shouted very sarcastically then pushed Ron playfully and began a fresh snog.
Oh well... Harry thought to himself, I still have my sexy contacts. damn. err, I still have these cumbersome glasses. Well at least my hair is tame and soft, and slick, like Draco's. GAAA! No it's not! I'm a beast! Look at me!
"NO!" yelled what was left of the common room in unison, it was a sure sign, at age 16, the infamous Harry Potter just realized that he himself was hideous. No wonder the gravitational pull between him and girls ended once he hit puberty 3rd year, no wonder at all.
The next morning as the common room awoke to an unusually late start Ron waddled down the stairs only to find that Harry was laying on the couch in his pajamas holding up a pocket mirror which looked uncannily like Hermione's. It seemed that Harry was still uptight about the night before when he discovered that he might not be all that in the good looking aisle.
The duo didn't say much, they just glanced at each other with bewildered and annoyed faces giving the rest of the Gryffindorians that distinct impression that there friendship was going to end in such a stupid way, over how they looked.
It was after Hermione emerged from the girl's dorm fully clothed for the day complete with the giddy smile ready for breakfast in the Great Hall and a day out with Ron, that Professor McGonagall crept into the common room via the fat lady. Standing right next to her was a girl about 15/16ish wearing brand new robes.
"Hello all. ahhmmm. Mr Weasley."
"Sorry Professor. I was stuck (use your imagination.)" Ron stammered shyly.
"I would like to introduce you to a new student, her name is Eleanor McTeaglesworth. She has transferred from Bora Bora and has yet to be sorted into her house which will happen tonight in the Great Hall at Dinner. I am just showing her around until she knows where she belongs. Now if you tyrants. ahemm. Gryffindorians wouldn't mind entertaining her for a little while?
"That would be just totally awesome professor!" Hermione volunteered eagerly making Ron groan (no benefits for him this morning!).
McGonagall left the room, probably heading towards her office, yep, Eleanor was alone with the whole of the Gryffindor house. Scary thought Huh?
"So, um, Eleanor, where are you from?" asked Aimee Johnson, Angelina's little sister.
"I was born in Ontario, you know Canada, but my family moves around a lot, last place I was in Bora Bora, which is near Tahiti. But before that I lived in America for a few years."
"Oh really! I have a cousin who lives in America! Her name is Tiffany and she really loves to drink martinis and pop dandelion heads off with her thumb."
"Shut up Colin! God. have some respect!" reprimanded Gregory, a fellow 5th year.
"Back to business. wow this brownie is delectable. where did it come from?"
"Gregory NOOOOOOO! That's Colin's brownie!" yelled Hermione!
As Gregory sprinted to the bathroom followed closely by a group of boys, the older crowd interviewed Eleanor further.
From basic couch conversation Harry, Hermione and Neville discovered a few things about her they would have never guessed. First off she was a tremendous Quidditch player and was a beater for Bora Bora's national team, partially because they were in desperate need of players, but she was awesome none the less.
Her birthday was curiously July 31st, and currently at the tender age of sixteen she had not even kissed anyone, not had a boyfriend either (Hermione's question mind you.).
Her innocence bewildered Ron and Harry, she was too charming for guys not to fall head over heals in her presence.
Soon night time fell, and Eleanor had successfully spent time in all of the houses, which triggered her feeling of anxiousness to see which house would soon be her new home for the next year and a half.
The whole school piled into the Great Hall like any other night, the uniqueness of it had dwindled a bit. The Slytherins were almost oblivious to the fact that the sorting hat had appeared on the rostrum gleefully ready to sort just one tonight.
The students became irritated and antsy waiting for the generally hearty meal to appear, even Hermione who thankfully grew out of her SPEW stage and learned to ignore things done by house elves around the school; she had better things to do now (Ron. hint hint).
As Dean Thomas sneezed rather loudly, the doors of the Great Hall flung open and in waltzed Professor McGonagall and Hagrid each to one side of Eleanor who spent her last few unsorted minutes lollygagging in the library. They kept marching and with each step more voices quieted and by the time the trio approached the front the room was in total silence.
"Greetings students." announced Dumbledore.
"Tonight we have something out of the ordinary happening right here in this Great Hall. A peer has transferred from Bora Bora with her family to Britain in hopes to attend a wizarding school to further accelerate her education. I am pleased to introduce to you Eleanor McTeaglesworth, a very fine young lady who will be entered into the 6th year class."
Eleanor turned a bright shade of red and automatically started folding her long dirty blonde hair behind her ears, an obvious nervous habit. Without haste, much to everyone's dismay, Professor McGonagall invited Eleanor to step forward and sit upon the traditional stool 1st years use to be sorted.
So, there she sat and slowly but surely, McGonagall placed the sorting hat on top of Eleanor's head.
"Hmmmm. right then.." The hat pondered out loud. "You are a very peculiar one. that I know."
Malfoy seemed to loose interest in babbling to Crabbe and Goyle quietly and started to pay attention to what was happening up at the front. What he saw was amazing.
"Wow, she is not to bad looking, wouldn't mind her getting sorted into Slytherin." he thought to himself.
As the hat kept on pondering and Eleanor kept getting more and more eager to just step down into her house, Draco became more and more captivated by her.
"Yesssss... You are definitely a."
The whole school held their breath, all the guys wouldn't mind having an underage hottie in their house. Draco's eyes were glued, as were Harry, Ron, and Hermione's.
"GRYFFINDOR!"