Hey, here's a tip. Translate Diafol and Fictus using detect language, into English. Just try it. I really like using foreign words in my fics.
The Company was usually a mediocre place with un-pleasant-ish people. Unless you went to Human Resources. No one wanted to go to Human Resources. Well, truthfully no one knew what went on in Human Resources, because anyone who went to Human Resources, how to put this… they didn't come back. The Company would hire anyone, for anything from skydiving surveyor, to a toothpick evaluator, to an office temp. The Company didn't care. Who The Company was, no one knew.
Alya worked with the company. Her family had always worked with the company. Her mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's father's great-great-great-grandfather's mother had worked with The Company… and all the other people in between. Alya was raised by The Company, and in all sadness, would probably die with the company. Oh well.
She was a pretty girl, with strawberry blond hair and mint green eyes. High cheek bones and pale skin with a five-foot nine height completed the picture.
"Alya Diafol to the Meeting Room," said the loudspeaker. Sighing, she picked up her clipboard and left her office. And yes, the fifteen year-old had an office. With a door. And a nameplate.
"You wanted to see me?," said Alya.
"Yes sit down.," replied Mr. Fictus.
Alya sat.
"Human Resources has informed me that there is another assignment for you."
Her eyes widened. Human Resources was never a pleasant sign.
"They wish for you to go to a school. A school for witchcraft and wizardry that goes by the name of Hogwarts. You will be posing as a transfer student. You may leave if there are no questions. One the professors will be here soon to help you get supplies."
She just nodded. Stranger things had happened than this.
Almost has soon as she was in her seat again, a small 'pop' was head.
There stood an ancient looking man with twinkling blue eyes. "My name is professor Dumbledore., the headmaster of Hogwarts. Are you ready to leave?"
Alya nodded and the Professor Dumbledore held out his star covered arm.
Time Skip. Now at Hogwarts (by apparition).
'Hmmmm. Well, I must certainly say you've done some interesting things. Especially the Aliens… well, the dinosaurs too. I suppose it has to be…' "GRIFYNNDOR!" Everyone in the great hall clapped
Ducking her head Alya rushed to her seat.
"Now that the transfer student has been sorted, let the feast commence."
"So where're you from?," asked a boy with black hair, green eyes, and a peculiar scar that sat across from her.
"The Company.," replied Alya offhandedly.
"My names Ron, that's Harry (duh) and that's Hermione. And the Who?" asked the red haired boy who sat beside him.
"Never mind. Hey, how's Voldemort?" she questioned him.
"He's not as bad off as people think. That is, if you actually believe me.," Said Harry maliciously.
"Oh I believe you. People can be resurrected more easily than you'd expect. I died once."
The others stared at her.
"No, no! It's fine," she protested, "Human Resources brought me back."
Again they stared at her.
'Never mind." She sighed.
Kay, I know it's short, but I have a really short attention span. Please review and I'll see about writing more. Cya!