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Albus Dumbledore patted down a few stray hairs on his beard, and looked up at his silent crowd. He loved to keep them waiting. He knew it was cruel, since the students were hungry after a long days work, but he couldn't resist the agonising looks he knew would appear on their faces.
"As you all know, muggle's minds can work in curious ways sometimes. If you are born to at least one muggle parent, you will know it was strange for them to grasp the fact you have magical talent inside of you, and some may not have wanted you to attend the school."
Professor Dumbledore could have sworn he heard Lucius Malfoy snigger, but he chose to ignore it.
"There are some young witches and wizards out there forced to go to muggle schools as their parents will not accept or do not believe that their child is magical. Our new student had to do just that until now."
Halfway along the Gryffindor table, Phoenix Clay looked smug. Her friends all looked at her, shaking their heads. "See, I told you. And you all thought it was too simple an idea. Well, I have something to say to that. Pfft!" Peter looked admiringly at her, but that was not unusual for two reasons:
Phoenix was the most beautiful girl in the school and often had members of the opposite sex (and sometimes the same sex) looking at her.
Peter often stared admiringly at people, since he was so much lower than everyone else intellectually.
"So, everyone, I would like you to please welcome…" Sirius didn't hear the student's name. In love with Asher, he may be, but a guy can't help looking at other girls. Especially fit ones. Ones that could rival Phoenix in the "Beautiful Stakes". Even more so since Asher was way out of his league. So of course he wasn't listening to Professor Dumbledore when he saw the most amazing pair of legs saunter into the room.
The black skirt billowing around her knees just made her legs look longer, sexier, and even more toned. The eyes of almost every man in the room popped out when they noticed her. Other than Remus, of course. He was far too busy thinking to notice a girl. Her hips were curved delicately and swayed from side to side as she walked. She was wearing a tight black vest top, and you could almost see her stomach muscles rippling through it. As it was low cut, eyes popped even more. Let's just say she was well blessed. Sirius' eyes moved up her body. Then he noticed her face. 'She looks so familiar… I wonder why?' thought Sirius. His mind took in her brunette bob, the quirky button nose, and her sparkling green eyes. But when she smiled, his mind crashed back into reality. He would know that mischievous grin anywhere.
"Cheryl!?" She looked up.
"Cheryl Tempers?" Sirius questioned.
"Oh my god, Sirius!!!" Cheryl screamed and ran up to him. "Wooooo!" he replied, running to meet her halfway. When they reached each other, Sirius scooped her up in his arms and spun her around, mid-air. At that moment, they didn't care about anything other than each other. If they had, they would have seen the looks of jealousy and loathing on most girls' faces. And they would have noticed, if you looked deep into Asher's eyes, you could just about see her heart breaking.
After what seemed like a lifetime, they pulled apart. "But… you can't be my Cheryl. My little Cheryl is only six. She definitely isn't a lad magnet or anything like that, I mean…" Sirius stuttered. He just couldn't believe it. "Siri… that was ten years ago. I grew up. And so did you! You're gorgeous!" Cheryl reasoned. "Now, come on, like I wasn't always?" Sirius grinned, simply to see her smile again.
"I just can't believe you are here."
Gradually, everyone else in the room went back to talking and began eating as food materialised on the tables. Sirius and Cheryl sat down at the Gryffindor table, to the questioning faces of his friends. "Oh, guys, this is Cheryl. Cheryl Tempers." He informed them. "Yes Sirius, I think we noticed that for ourselves when you screamed it at her. Hi, I'm Lily Evans. This is Asher Abrahams, and that's Phoenix Clay." Lily introduced herself and her friends. Cheryl shook their hands and said "Well, I would introduce myself, but it appears Sirius did that for me." They all laughed. She turned to the boys, who introduced themselves in turn with handshakes. "James Potter." "Peter Pettigrew." "Remus Lupin." Cheryl shook Remus' hand last, showing off her trademark grin.
"So" Phoenix asked, "How do you two know each other?" Cheryl and Sirius smiled. "We were best friends, years ago. When I didn't even know magic existed. We lived next door to each other, see. The weird thing was, whenever I mentioned the Black family to anyone else on the street, no one else knew who they were. My parents thought I had an imaginary friend in Sirius. But then I had to move, and I never saw him again until now." Cheryl smiled at Sirius as he kissed her gently on the cheek. "Well, maybe you could be one of the good ones, along with Lily, Asher and I?" Remus enquired hopefully. "Maybe…" Cheryl noted the horrified look on Sirius' face. "Or not." James and Sirius laughed "Kindred spirits, much?" James giggled.
As dinner progressed, Cheryl learnt many things about her new school. After just a few minutes, she knew where all the secret passage ways were, and exactly where they lead to. She learned a lot about the people, but there was still a lot to learn throughout her time at Hogwarts, as she would soon find out. She knew the basic ins-and-outs of everyone's personalities, and learned the "Rules Of The School" laid down by students, that any new student at any school is introduced to. She knew about the rivalries between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and that she would no doubt encounter trouble from particular people due to her muggle heritage. Just as this was the topic of conversation, Cheryl looked up, and her eyes locked with another pair across the hall. An evil pair. The steely silver-grey penetrated the air until it reached Cheryl's emerald gaze. It made her feel uneasy and anxious, and she could just imagine her legs turning to jelly underneath the table. She tried to drag her eyes from his but she couldn't. Not until she heard Sirius' voice. "Cheryl? Did you hear me? I said that is Lucius Malfoy. You don't wanna get messed up with him. Unless you plan on doing him serious damage." Sirius winked.
She wasn't planning on getting "messed up" with him. She knew his type. He reminded her of a guy she knew already. Although, perhaps knew is too weak a word. Hated, would be more fitting. Jason. Jason Isaacs. Jason bloody Isaacs. Jason freaking worship-me-I'm-so-flipping-wonderful Isaacs. Her ex boyfriend. He was only interested in one thing. And when he didn't get it, he lied. Pretended he did. Told the whole world about how she was a filthy little slut with no hope in life. But she did have to thank him. If he hadn't been such an arsehole, she wouldn't be back with Sirius. After the rumour went around the whole neighbourhood, her parents didn't know what to do with her. She didn't have any family distant enough for them to send her away to be "rehabilitated". So when the annual Hogwarts letter arrived, pleading with them to reconsider their decision to keep Cheryl as a muggle, they gave in. They allowed her to become a part of this new society. So Jason did do her life some good after all.
This Lucius character. He had all the classic elements of another Jason. Not to mention the freakishly similar looks. The swept back blonde hair. The silver-grey eyes. The chiselled cheekbones and full, pouty lips. The way he casually leaned back, although there was no support keeping him sitting upright. How his head tilted to one side, chin held up in the air as though to seem more important. His ridiculous way of making everyone look at him, when he was doing nothing particularly spectacular. The way he paid absolutely no attention to his little friends, yet they adored him. It all seemed too familiar. Cheryl found herself fascinated by him.
She didn't want to be, don't get her wrong. He just captured her attention. She had an artist's eye when it came to potential prankees. She found inspiration in the dullest of creatures, and the most amazing to boot. She would be sure to remember all of this about him for later, when she would be sat around the fire in the Gryffindor common room with her new friends, eating sweets and talking about the day's events. The marauders had assured her they would have a little welcome committee later.
Cheryl brought her attention back to the people around her. She watched them with a great deal of interest. James seemed to be a man of many words, to hide his insecurity. But what insecurity? Aha! When he glanced at Lily just then, there was definite admiration in his eyes. But was that all it was? Maybe time would tell. Speaking of Lily, where did she stand on the grand scale of things? Very bold, outspoken and harsh. Possibly to keep from letting emotions out. Maybe she had affections but did not feel the relevance to show them? Phoenix seemed quiet, subdued, but took interest in common conversation nonetheless. Cheryl wondered, could she be hoping for something new? Could it be that all she wants is for people to see the person behind the beauty, the real Phoenix? Peter was a rare creature among a stampede of egos. He was very timid, and shy. However, Cheryl got the feeling he was being underestimated. That there was something other than fun going on in his warped little mind. Asher was a lovely girl, a bit quiet but very friendly and giggly. Cheryl decided – Asher was in love. It was just up to her to find out whom, and to make it happen. She was already making plans for Lily and James, so why not Asher and her beau? Remus Lupin. He was a funny little thing. He intrigued Cheryl. She had never met such a man before. Cheryl did not like to be big-headed, but she knew she was good looking and was well aware of the fact that she turned heads when she walked into a room. But when she entered the hall, he was one of the very few who looked upon her with curiosity, rather than admiration. She appreciated that, more than anyone could ever know, but became curious herself as to why. She couldn't figure him out. And then there was Sirius. She hadn't seen Sirius Black in ten years; of course, she did not expect him to be the same person he was then. That would be ridiculous. However, there was something strange about his new demeanour. Had James not just told her Sirius was a serial womanizer? Yes, he had. But his charade did not seem to be there any more. It seemed as though when Cheryl hugged him, she had wiped away some of the tough exterior as she watched him gaze contentedly at Asher. She wondered if she was the only one who could see this. She felt sorry that he would undoubtedly get his heart broken when Asher turned him down for the man she loved. Unless… no. it couldn't be, could it?
Cheryl Tempers decided she had done enough thinking for one night. Too much thinking could hurt a brain, and with a mind like Cheryl's, it couldn't afford to be out of work. She would get back to analyzing tomorrow.
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