"Need help?" Said a voice. I turned around my cheeks a little red.
"No… no I'm good. You probably need to get to class anyway." She thought this through. Coming to a conclusion.
"This is more important." She said. And without another thought or invitation grabbed the sponge in the water bucked (both of which came from Filch's office) and and started helping me scrub the 'Go home mudbloods' sign of the wall. "My name's Rose." The girl said. "What's yours?"
"Jason." I said curtly.
"So Jason, I assume you are scrubbing this off the wall because you put it here?" She said with an edge to her voice. "Mr. Filtch might not be nice but defiantly does his job doesn't he!" He voice started to rise. "I guess you and your Slythrin friends had a good laugh did you!" She was now yelling. "Not even our first day here and they already have you grafiting this disgusting sign on the wall!" Rose's chest was heaving with rage. (along with the promised help the sponge lay forgotten)
"Are you done making accusations?" I asked waiting for some kind of recognition to show. When it came I moved on. "First your question, I am scrubbing this off the wall because I asked a fifth year what," I pointed to the sign "that meant, they told me… so I asked Mr. Filtch if I could scrub it off the wall, and of course, he didn't complain. Second, I'm not in Slytherin, I'm in Ravenclaw with you." At this point I finished scrubbing. I picked up the sponge and bucket of water off the ground. "I need to return these to Mr. Filtch, if you'll excuse me." Her face was red her mouth open.
"Everyone quiet down." Mcgonagal's voice rang over the noise of the dining hall. "I only have one announcement. For everyone who wants to try out for quiditch please give your names to your Head boy or girl." The chatter started up immediately.
"What's Quiditch?" I asked the kid next to me.
"You don't know what Quiditch is? How did your parents not tell you?" He asked shocked and hurt.
"My parents were muggles." I told him. "I'm a baseball player." I said.
"Baseball?" He asked bemused. "Anyway Quiditch is a game played on broom sticks, There are three chasers responsible for putting the quafle. A biggish red ball through one of the three fifty foot hoops. It's the Keeper's job to stop them. There are two beaters that keep the two bludgers, black balls that knock you off your broom, away from their team, and one Seeker who looks for a golden snitch and the points are…" He stopped and looked at me for as if for the first time. "What do you mean your parents were muggles."
"Well… their dead."