Harry Potter scowled at his class list for fifth year --
"Double potions first thing in the morning? Damn it, this is going to be hellish.." Ron echoed his thoughts verbally.
"Yeah, but I heard we got a bunch of new students because.. well, You-Know-Who burned down a school in Wales.." Hermione was studying her (extremely full) schedule.
"I heard about it.."
Harry frowned. As he lived with his real family in the summers, he often missed out on a lot of news.
"There's a new girl in Gryffindor.. our year, too.. most of the Wales kids got sent to Ravenclaw but they were running out of room.."
"Yes.." Hermione suddenly made a face. "I'm due to help her fit in.. I don't know why they chose me, I haven't got time for it.."
"It's cause you're such a good student, Hermione.." Harry teased her. He had grown a lot over the summer and was no longer so small and scrawny, though still rather lean.
"Oh," Ron said suddenly, "That must be her.."
A girl had slipped through the portraithole. She was definitely not from around there; she had striking violet eyes, fair skin, and long curly hair the color of freshly spilled blood. She was extremely slender and wore a pair of jeans and a plain white tee shirt, obviously not having a pair of robes to wear.
Hermione stared doubtfully at her odd apparel, and Ron seemed too awestruck to comment. Harry decided it was up to him to say something.
"Hello.. um.. are you the new..?"
She nodded, fixing him with her rather eerie purple eyes. BR
"Mhmm. I'm a foreigner.." Her accent was slightly British, but it had a more wild edge to it, slightly Scottish.
She carried a trunk under her arm, and a backpack slung over her shoulder.
"Which one of you is Hermione?"
"I am.." Hermione stood, brushing equally curly locks out of her eyes.
"Good. I'm to be bunking with you?" The girl's rather officious, arrogant tone was beginning to grate on all their nerves -- she seemed like more the type who'd be placed in Slytherin or Ravenclaw, certainly not Gryffindor.
Hermione nodded.
"All right, then. I'm Talon." Suddenly her violent gaze was upon Harry.. she gazed at him through her eyelashes, then winked and began to haul her trunk upstairs.
The remaining trio stared at each other in confusion.
This would be an adventure, wouldn't it?
"Double potions first thing in the morning? Damn it, this is going to be hellish.." Ron echoed his thoughts verbally.
"Yeah, but I heard we got a bunch of new students because.. well, You-Know-Who burned down a school in Wales.." Hermione was studying her (extremely full) schedule.
"I heard about it.."
Harry frowned. As he lived with his real family in the summers, he often missed out on a lot of news.
"There's a new girl in Gryffindor.. our year, too.. most of the Wales kids got sent to Ravenclaw but they were running out of room.."
"Yes.." Hermione suddenly made a face. "I'm due to help her fit in.. I don't know why they chose me, I haven't got time for it.."
"It's cause you're such a good student, Hermione.." Harry teased her. He had grown a lot over the summer and was no longer so small and scrawny, though still rather lean.
"Oh," Ron said suddenly, "That must be her.."
A girl had slipped through the portraithole. She was definitely not from around there; she had striking violet eyes, fair skin, and long curly hair the color of freshly spilled blood. She was extremely slender and wore a pair of jeans and a plain white tee shirt, obviously not having a pair of robes to wear.
Hermione stared doubtfully at her odd apparel, and Ron seemed too awestruck to comment. Harry decided it was up to him to say something.
"Hello.. um.. are you the new..?"
She nodded, fixing him with her rather eerie purple eyes. BR
"Mhmm. I'm a foreigner.." Her accent was slightly British, but it had a more wild edge to it, slightly Scottish.
She carried a trunk under her arm, and a backpack slung over her shoulder.
"Which one of you is Hermione?"
"I am.." Hermione stood, brushing equally curly locks out of her eyes.
"Good. I'm to be bunking with you?" The girl's rather officious, arrogant tone was beginning to grate on all their nerves -- she seemed like more the type who'd be placed in Slytherin or Ravenclaw, certainly not Gryffindor.
Hermione nodded.
"All right, then. I'm Talon." Suddenly her violent gaze was upon Harry.. she gazed at him through her eyelashes, then winked and began to haul her trunk upstairs.
The remaining trio stared at each other in confusion.
This would be an adventure, wouldn't it?
