Ruth's POV
I woke up around five the next day. Earlier than everyone else. Picking up my wand and tip-toeing to the common rooms. I took a pear from the fruit bowl in the commons and started casting spells on it. "Sectumsempra." I whispered. It fell over and rolled across the table a little. Juice dripped from the pear. It was soon a squishy lump sitting in a pool of pear juice.
"Yuck." I said, poking at the glob of pear with a finger.
"You're abilities impress me. How did you know that spell?" Snape said quietly as he stood in the shadows.
I jumped a little in my chair.
"It just popped into my head; I thought I would try it out. Sorry, I'll go back to the dorms. But wait, shouldn't you be, I dunno, not in the Common Room at five in the morning watching me cast extremely advanced spells? Well, for my age, that is."
"I'm waiting for when the seventh year students try to sneak out, I'll catch them right away this time. Anyways, I suppose not, but you are very skilled. Is your sister at the same level?"
"Yeah." I said, casting a spell to clean up the juice and the pear itself.
"Did you learn these spells like the other one, you just thinking of it?"
"I'm not sure, actually. I think so."
"Do you have any other—uh, how do I put this?"
"Freakish abilities?" I suggested.
"Okay, do you have any other 'freakish abilities'?"
"Yeah, I guess so." I started to say in Parseltongue.
"Hmm…Parseltongue."
"Oooh! Let's all ask the freak a bunch of questions so we can see how weird she is!" I said sarcastically.
"I did not mean to offend you."
"I should apologize, too. After the U.S. sent us to London for testing, I've gotten used to being constantly analyzed, and being a bitch."
"The U.S. sent you to London? What?" he paused to correct me. "Also, language."
"Yeah, yeah." I said. "Basically, Country A thought my sister and I were a threat to Public Safety, so they shipped us to England, which is Country B. Then to London, the capital of Country B for testing."
"Interesting." he said quietly.
"Oh please! Like I can't see you're totally fascinated, and maybe slightly confused. My sister and I are different than everyone else. And we know it."
"This is true. I am surprised. Both of you seem very mature for your age."
"If by mature, you mean neither of us take crap from others, then yes, we are very mature."
"You should go to bed."
"Okay." As I said this I picked up an orange and transfigured it into a cookie. "Mmm…chocolate chip. Is that orange chocolate?"
"Can I have one?" Draco asked. I guess he had gotten up sometime while I was talking to Snape. Well I know one thing about someone in Slytherin House that's not my sister. Draco Malfoy likes cookies.
"No." I said, then walked back to my bed.
"Go back to bed, Malfoy." Snape ordered, then left the Common.
"Idiot." I muttered. Referring to Draco, of course. He did look hilarious in his green and silver striped pajamas.
Josie's POV
The next morning, I sat by my sister in the hall, and we started eating.
"The food here is great!" I said, grabbing more bacon.
"I know, way better than the crap the scientists fed us." Ruth agreed. We slipped into our old habit of speaking in Parseltongue. We did it so the people studying us couldn't understand us. I noticed Dumbledore, the headmaster, staring at us suspiciously. Then we got our schedules. Ruth and I had every class together. First off we had potions with Snape. We walked to the dungeons.
"Dum dee dum dungeons!" Ruth sang quietly.
"Oh look Harry's here!" I said, pointing.
"Hello, Harry. Hermione. Ron." I said waving and nodding a little at each of them.
"Oh, hi." he said; waving back. Ron was here too, along with Hermione.
"Okay. Everyone take a seat." Snape said. Everyone sat down and shut up after that.
"Today I will test your abilities. Take out your books and make a simple potion. Turn to page three and begin." he said with no further instructions. We opened our books and got to work. It was a simple acne potion. We had it done in no time. Ruth started dabbing it on her forehead.
"Impressive, this is perfect. You really have a gift." Snape said "I have never seen a first year's first potion so truly amazing." Everyone looked shocked, but I just shrugged and bottled some for myself. Ruth did too. We got to sit back and relax while everyone kept working. Some people's potions—no—mixtures, as they weren't even close to resembling any sort of potion, exploded, which I didn't get. None of the ingredients were explosive, even when mixed.
"I never ask this of students, but do you think you could help your classmates? Some of them seem to be slightly incompetent." Snape asked.
"Oh, sure, we were getting bored anyway." I said, standing. Ruth did the same and I moved over to the Gryffindors. "Ron, need help?" I asked.
"Umm… yeah." he said blushing a little.
"No prob. So you just have to split the saltweed, that's the frosty blue sprig of stuff. You can't chop it like you did before." I helped Ron make a decent potion. I also helped a bunch of other people. Snape was pretty impressed that we could save a potion that seemed beyond repair.
"Good job today, although some of you did better than others." Snape said.
"Thank you, you two." Snape said, walking up to us after most of the students had left the room. "You saved me from scrubbing many singe marks off the tables."
"No sweat." Ruth smiled. As we walked to our next class, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ruth had a new thought. "Hey, we should call Snape Snapeodilly!"
"Yes we should! Quirrel is our next teacher, so…"
"SQUIRREL!"
"Yes!"
"Well, here's Squirrel's class." I said, pushing open the door. We sat down in the Slytherin side. None of our other friends were in this class, but Draco, or Blondie as I call him, was.
"Hey, when did you get so good at potions?" Blondie asked.
"When did you get so stupid?" I asked.
"When did you become so mean?" he asked.
"Survival instinct." I said shrugging. Blondie looked frustrated his insult sort of backfired.
"She's not lying. You get good at being rude when you're poked and prodded and forced to Apparate—well, never mind." Ruth said.
"You can Apparate?" Blondie asked shocked.
"Well, not exactly… it was accidental but we can kind of control it a little." I said shrugging.
"O-o-kay cla-s-s s-sit d-d-own!" Squirrel stuttered.
"I think he's evil." I whispered to Ruth.
"What makes you think that?" she whispered back.
"Who wears a turban? That's right! No one! He's hiding something, I can tell. Plague would tell you the same thing." I whispered back.
"Ugh, you're suspicious of everyone. If it makes you feel better we keep an eye on him." Ruth said.
"How do we do that?" I asked.
"I found something that may help us. I'll show you after class." Ruth smiled sinisterly. I nodded and we started to pay attention. The whole lesson was what we would be doing this year. It all sounded so easy. I couldn't wait for Ruth to tell me about her discovery.