Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but I'm hoping to get into J.K. Rowling's will
A/N: ITALICS = BULGARIAN (when people are talking)
We left the ship in formation: Fourteen rows of three with the headmaster up front. I was in the far right of the second to last row while Stefan was in the middle of the row infront of me. The seventh years were up front. We were all given strict instructions to appear as serious as possible, because we were here for a dangerous competition and nothing more. The Hogwarts students had come outside to greet us.
They were an uncoordinated mix of people. Yellow and black scarfed people were mixed with red and gold and silver and gray scarfed people and the younger years mixed with the older years. I noticed girls in blue uniforms off to the side. Looks like the Beauxbaton girls got here first. As we passed a group of whispering girls I couldn't resist the urge to wink at them. One girl's face turned red and her friends giggled at her reaction. I felt an elbow hit my side. I looked over to the guy standing next to me: Albert Andres.
Bert and his buddies love to threaten me every time they catch me misbehaving; they say they'll tell my uncle on me. I think it's because they like to see me beg. I hate begging them to keep quiet, but I hate being in trouble a hundred times more. Though, the day I drop out I'll make sure to give them a proper goodbye; They'll be bleeding out of their balls by the time I'm done with them. No one makes me beg. Not even uncle.
We followed the Hogwarts students and staff to the castle. By the time we reached the great hall our formation had broke. Stefan stood next to me as we entered the room I looked up at the enchanted ceiling and smiled. "Now this is a great hall." I told him. Stefan smiled back and put a finger to his lips. Oh right, I'd forgotten we decided to play the 'no speak English' card. Stefan's convinced we can last at least a month before someone figures us out. But I disagree, I don't think we can last two weeks without using English. The girl I winked at stood infront of Stefan and me. She wasn't blushing anymore, but she looked uncomfortable.
"Do you want to sit with us?" she asked nervously. I looked at Stefan pleadingly-I wanted to talk to her-but he shook his head. "You shouldn't lead her on anyway." he told me. I rolled my eyes. "Duh, that's why I want to talk to her." I replied. Stefan pouted at his game being over already. I smiled. "We can still keep the teachers convinced we don't speak English. It'll be harder, but that makes it all the more fun." I persuaded. Stefan smirked and nodded. I turned to address the girl; It's not surprising that confusion clouded her gray eyes.
I smirked at her. "We'd love to sit with you." I told her. Stefan glared at me and she looked cautiously at him. "Don't mind him, he's to polite to kill me infront of you." I told her, but if anything she looked more worried. The gray eyed girl led us to a table filled with red and gold scarves. She sat down next to a girl with straight ginger hair. It was only then that I noticed how bushy her hair was.
Her ginger friend leaned over her. "I'm Molly and this is Rosette." she introduced. I smiled. "I'm Angel; this is Stefan." I introduced it return. "Is that really your name?" Rosette asked in surprise. I nodded. "But, isn't that a girl's name?" she asked. Stefan choked on the pumpkin juiced he'd been drinking. "It's a boy's name too." I told her while fighting back a blush. Not that I'm a boy, I silently added. "Hey, you're the guy that winked at Rosette, aren't you?" Molly asked. Stefan shot a glare at me. "Why? Are you jealous?" I asked her cheekily. Being straight I knew bloody well how gorgeous I was. Stefan covered my mouth. "Please ignore him; he's a chronic tease and a notorious flirt." Stefan warned. I smirked as I removed his hand. "You know you love it." I teased him.
Stefan and me decided to go to the sixth year transfiguration class. When we got there all the Gryffindors were already in their seats talking to each other. Except for one guy; he was reading. "Over here." I told Stefan. We've been speaking only Bulgarian in class so that the teachers don't try to make us participate. I led Stefan to two seats that had a prefect view of the reading boy. "He's cute." Stefan teased when he saw who I was looking at.
"Well anyone with a book practically has your heart." I teased back. "And anyone who's different has yours." he retorted. I shrugged as I looked at the reading boy. He had stick straight pale orange hair that hid his eyes and flawless skin. His nose fit his face perfectly. He seemed more serious then the care free guys around him. "As you all should know, today is the beginning of term assessment." the teacher announced. I looked up to see Mcgonagall, the Hogwarts headmistress.
"She's a professor?" Stefan whispered to me, but in his surprise he'd used English. I shrugged; I didn't really care. "You'll go first, Quinton." Mcgonagall told the boy in front of us that was still talking. "It's just Quint." he corrected before standing up and he walking to the front of the class. "Like that's any better." Stefan mumbled. I smiled at him before turning back to observe the reading boy who still hadn't put his book away.
But he wasn't reading anymore, and he had his wand out under his desk. He waved it without giving an incantus just as the boy up front shouted a spell. The class burst into whispers and gasps. I looked up to the front and saw that the night stand he was suppose to turn into an animal got confused and now looked like a dying flamingo dog hybrid. I turned to the reading boy to see he had returned to his book and put his wand away.
I wonder what that was about. Eventually Mcgonagall got around to calling up the reading boy. "George Weasley." she called. George didn't even look up from his book. "Mr. Weasley." she called in a warning voice. Everyone had turned to look at the him. "With all do respect Headmistress," he said without looking up, "after so many years I would think you'd remember my name." Mcgonagall sighed. "Chris Weasley." she called tiredly. The boy looked up and stood up. Huh, Chris' alot taller then I would've guessed.
When class ended I followed Chris out of the room. Half way down the corridor I realized how stupid and irrational I was being and turned back to find Stefan. He was standing outside the classroom with his eyebrows raised at me. "What were you planning on doing? Were you going to out yourself as a girl to ask him out?" he asked before stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Metamorphmagus or not, you can't let your emotions get the best of you anymore then I can." Stefan reminded me. I rolled my eyes. "I just wanted to ask him a question." I reasoned. Stefan nodded and cautiously wrapped an arm around my shoulder. He stood there awkwardly for a second before stepping away from me. I smiled at his attempt at comforting me. I just needed few more months before I could be a girl and stay a girl permanently...I can wait, I think.
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