The Great Hall was filled with students milling around. They were waiting
for the carriages to take them into Hogsmeade, and they were under strict
instructions not to depart until all of the carriages had arrived, and the
teachers were satisfied that no-one had attempted plant some kind of
explosive device on them. Ever since Voldemort's return to power in the
summer, visits into Hogsmeade had been carefully controlled; in order to
prevent any Death Eater attacks.
Freya was a student in her final year at Hogwarts. She was in Slytherin, but was not evil, or 'unnecessarily cruel'. Indeed, quite a few of the members of the Slytherin house had resolved never to join Voldemort. As Freya often muttered to herself, Voldemort did not only recruit from Slytherin, there had been a few misguided idiots who joined from houses such as Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Though, none from Gryffindor, as far as anyone knew. Not that they would dare, with Potter and his cronies skulking around.
Someone wearing a yellow scarf smiled at Freya, it looked like one of the sixth years. Joy. Although she was in Slytherin, Freya seemed to have to have the uncanny ability to attract stupid and unattractive members of the various different houses. She somehow managed to get drawn into conversations with these dull and pathetic idiots, and not wanting to be rude, she often tried to talk to them for a while. Though, unfortunately, some of the less intelligent members of the male species took this to mean that they were soul mates, and were destined for each other. One prime example was 'yellow scarf boy' or Dave something. Ah well, if she just ignored him, maybe he would go away. 'Bang!' Shouted Jack behind Freya's back. Freya rolled her eyes at the ceiling and turned to face Jack, vaguely amused at her friends' subtle attention gaining technique. 'What do you want?' 'You, here on this bench, right now'. Said Jack with a grin on his face. 'Really? I'd better let Sam know.I don't think she'd be pleased', smirked Freya Jack put on a highly exaggerated expression of thoughtfulness, 'Hmm, maybe not, anyway, redheads aren't' really my style, anyway, what's the matter? You looked really pissed off a second ago'. 'Oh, don't worry, Dave from Hufflepuff was trying to get my attention, but he's given up now you're here, have you seen Ryma and Blaise around?' 'Boo!' said Blaise and Ryma from behind Freya. 'Wow, what imaginative ways my friends' have of surprising me' said Freya sarcastically, 'does anyone have any idea when we're going?' As soon as she had finished her sentence, some of the teachers started to usher the students out of the hall. 'Lets get going then,' said Jack 'Wait a minute', said Ryma, 'Is Sam not coming?' 'No, she said she needed to study.it's a Ravenclaw thing..' 'Great, er, I don't mean to pressure anyone, but can we get moving?' suggested Blaise in an exasperated voice. 'Why? Has Draco saved a seat for you?' asked Freya, who was desperately trying to maintain her innocent expression. 'No!' said Blaise in a quiet voice. 'He said he'd meet me for lunch though'. 'I knew it!' Exclaimed Ryma, 'I knew there was something going on with you guys..'
Jack and Freya started walking slowly towards the door, hoping Blaise and Ryma would take the hint and start walking, rather than get left behind, and spend the entire day enthusing about Draco's white/gold hair, and lean, muscular body. They got the hint, eventually.
Freya was a student in her final year at Hogwarts. She was in Slytherin, but was not evil, or 'unnecessarily cruel'. Indeed, quite a few of the members of the Slytherin house had resolved never to join Voldemort. As Freya often muttered to herself, Voldemort did not only recruit from Slytherin, there had been a few misguided idiots who joined from houses such as Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Though, none from Gryffindor, as far as anyone knew. Not that they would dare, with Potter and his cronies skulking around.
Someone wearing a yellow scarf smiled at Freya, it looked like one of the sixth years. Joy. Although she was in Slytherin, Freya seemed to have to have the uncanny ability to attract stupid and unattractive members of the various different houses. She somehow managed to get drawn into conversations with these dull and pathetic idiots, and not wanting to be rude, she often tried to talk to them for a while. Though, unfortunately, some of the less intelligent members of the male species took this to mean that they were soul mates, and were destined for each other. One prime example was 'yellow scarf boy' or Dave something. Ah well, if she just ignored him, maybe he would go away. 'Bang!' Shouted Jack behind Freya's back. Freya rolled her eyes at the ceiling and turned to face Jack, vaguely amused at her friends' subtle attention gaining technique. 'What do you want?' 'You, here on this bench, right now'. Said Jack with a grin on his face. 'Really? I'd better let Sam know.I don't think she'd be pleased', smirked Freya Jack put on a highly exaggerated expression of thoughtfulness, 'Hmm, maybe not, anyway, redheads aren't' really my style, anyway, what's the matter? You looked really pissed off a second ago'. 'Oh, don't worry, Dave from Hufflepuff was trying to get my attention, but he's given up now you're here, have you seen Ryma and Blaise around?' 'Boo!' said Blaise and Ryma from behind Freya. 'Wow, what imaginative ways my friends' have of surprising me' said Freya sarcastically, 'does anyone have any idea when we're going?' As soon as she had finished her sentence, some of the teachers started to usher the students out of the hall. 'Lets get going then,' said Jack 'Wait a minute', said Ryma, 'Is Sam not coming?' 'No, she said she needed to study.it's a Ravenclaw thing..' 'Great, er, I don't mean to pressure anyone, but can we get moving?' suggested Blaise in an exasperated voice. 'Why? Has Draco saved a seat for you?' asked Freya, who was desperately trying to maintain her innocent expression. 'No!' said Blaise in a quiet voice. 'He said he'd meet me for lunch though'. 'I knew it!' Exclaimed Ryma, 'I knew there was something going on with you guys..'
Jack and Freya started walking slowly towards the door, hoping Blaise and Ryma would take the hint and start walking, rather than get left behind, and spend the entire day enthusing about Draco's white/gold hair, and lean, muscular body. They got the hint, eventually.