Eyes of a Serpent
Chapter One
Toilet Tribulations
Teresa E. Berenson sat anxiously on the Hogwarts Express, as it chugged rigorously towards its destination, her new school. She rubbed at some of the fog that had appeared on the window glass and looked out at the forests the train was passing.
"It was a toilet" she thought aloud. " A stupid toilet" She could still hear the headmaster's words echoing in her head as they had been last year as she hollered at her for blowing the dickens out of two poor little toilets. "TERESA! THIS IS THE LAST STRAW! You HAVE GOT to STOP! I can not TAKE this anymore!" Headmistress Mason was having quite a fit. Teresa remembered thinking to herself "You can just fix them with magic". She also remembered telling the headmistress this, in hopes of calming her down. Fat Chance. Headmistress Mason began to yell again "THATS NOT THE POINT! THIS ISNT ABOUT THE TOILETS! IT IS ABOUT YOUR LACK OF DISCIPLINE..." She shouted for a few more minutes before sending Teresa back to the bathroom to fix the toilets. Then the headmistress sent her back to class. But not before her parents were notified. The rest of her school year went rather smoothly. That was, until she got home. Her parents looked at her, shook their heads and sighed. She remembered them explaining to her that they couldn't have her blowing things up anymore at Eastern. She listened carefully behind a closed door to her parents making finalizations. She would NOT be going to that school any more. She heard her mother say to her father "NO discipline! None! A good yell is ALL she gets, then it's off to class!" Her father replied "Well, dear, how about one of them British schools. I hear they will crack anyone into shape.even our daughter. Maybe..." And so it was that she would attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She remembered being explained to that she wouldn't be with the new students, she would go with the students in their third years, for she was thirteen. Teresa's apprehension mounted. She wouldn't know anyone. How would she make friends? All the girls probably made their little cliques during their first and second years. And she'd be an outcast. The little lone American girl outcast. She'd probably be the only American too. She mulled this over for a while as the train sped past hills and rivers, not paying much attention to the scenery. She had things to plan. Many things to plan.
Finding out what she needed to plan was just one of them.
Chapter One
Toilet Tribulations
Teresa E. Berenson sat anxiously on the Hogwarts Express, as it chugged rigorously towards its destination, her new school. She rubbed at some of the fog that had appeared on the window glass and looked out at the forests the train was passing.
"It was a toilet" she thought aloud. " A stupid toilet" She could still hear the headmaster's words echoing in her head as they had been last year as she hollered at her for blowing the dickens out of two poor little toilets. "TERESA! THIS IS THE LAST STRAW! You HAVE GOT to STOP! I can not TAKE this anymore!" Headmistress Mason was having quite a fit. Teresa remembered thinking to herself "You can just fix them with magic". She also remembered telling the headmistress this, in hopes of calming her down. Fat Chance. Headmistress Mason began to yell again "THATS NOT THE POINT! THIS ISNT ABOUT THE TOILETS! IT IS ABOUT YOUR LACK OF DISCIPLINE..." She shouted for a few more minutes before sending Teresa back to the bathroom to fix the toilets. Then the headmistress sent her back to class. But not before her parents were notified. The rest of her school year went rather smoothly. That was, until she got home. Her parents looked at her, shook their heads and sighed. She remembered them explaining to her that they couldn't have her blowing things up anymore at Eastern. She listened carefully behind a closed door to her parents making finalizations. She would NOT be going to that school any more. She heard her mother say to her father "NO discipline! None! A good yell is ALL she gets, then it's off to class!" Her father replied "Well, dear, how about one of them British schools. I hear they will crack anyone into shape.even our daughter. Maybe..." And so it was that she would attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She remembered being explained to that she wouldn't be with the new students, she would go with the students in their third years, for she was thirteen. Teresa's apprehension mounted. She wouldn't know anyone. How would she make friends? All the girls probably made their little cliques during their first and second years. And she'd be an outcast. The little lone American girl outcast. She'd probably be the only American too. She mulled this over for a while as the train sped past hills and rivers, not paying much attention to the scenery. She had things to plan. Many things to plan.
Finding out what she needed to plan was just one of them.