N/A: I'm reapiting this for the last time. Everything you'll recognize as J.K Rowling's things, is obviously hers. Now, this goes for ALL the upcoming chapters. Understood? That's better. Ah! And for the rest, it's all mine.
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CHAPTER 2
"Ray!" Gladys whispered to her sleeping brother. "Ray, wake up!"
Azrael turned in his bed.
"Ow! Come on!" she whispered a bit louder. "We are going to be late!"
Two days had passed. They had seemed really fast to Gladys, but for Azrael they had been really slow. He was longing to go to Hogwarts, while for Gladys it was just the same.
Azrael opened his eyes, looked at his sister and closed them again. Gladys grinned at this.
"Aww… the big baby has to get a kiss like, sleeping beauty…" she teased. "Well, I won't make him wait!"
She leaned and kiss him on the forehead. He immediately opened his eyes and grinned sleepily. He sat on his bed and yawned openly.
"What time is it?" he said rubbing his eyes.
"Half pass ten, you have less than half an hour to dress up and grab something quick to eat." Gladys said slightly amused.
Azrael jumped off his bed and put on some lose trouser (he slept on his boxers and didn't mind Gladys seeing) and a blue t-shirt.
"I'm going to miss our simple white togas and sandals" he said as he put on his new sport shoes.
"Yeah, me too". Gladys agreed.
The place were they lived with Diodoro was surrounded with Greek and Roman people that had gone to live in England. They were very traditional and refused to change their togas for modern clothes. That place was unknown for most of the people in England. Gladys's and Azrael's parents had decided to live there because Iris, their mother, felt more "at- home" among that people than among the English people, due to the fact that the first nymphs were born in Greece and had kept that traditions, among them, the custom of wearing togas and sandals.
Iris had felt uncomfortable among the English wizards and witches that had always treated her like someone to admire or fear. That was the exact reason why Diodoro and Dumbledore didn't want them to tell about their nymph part.
They both went to the kitchen and eat some breakfast. Diodoro joined them minutes after.
"Ready?" he asked.
"As I'll never be." Azrael said mockingly.
Diodoro rolled his eyes.
"Okay, hold on to your trunks and to me" he said extending his hand for his pupils to hold them. "Don't let go my hand for anything in the world. We'll be in platform 9 ¾ in no time. Locomotore multiple!"
They found themselves passing big green farms and houses, they suddenly saw an arcade with the word platform 9 ¾.
"Locomotore Finite!" Diodoro shouted and they stopped in the platform.
Many heads turned looking curiously at them.
"What are you looking at?" Diodoro said brusquely.
The heads turned, rapidly looked another way.
Gladys grinned. She always loved Diodoro, but over everything if he was in that mood. He knew how to answer quickly to everything, everyone and everywhere.
"Okay, now come here you two!" he said hugging them both. "I'm going to miss you, write soon, okay?"
"We will Diodoro, don't worry." Gladys assured.
Azrael nodded from behind.
"And you take care of your sister, never let her down."
"I won't." Azrael said smiling and hugging Diodoro for a last time. He entered an empty compartment.
"And you lady, keep an eye on that one." Diodoro warned her laughing.
"Better both!" she replied. And with a last kiss on the cheek she followed Azrael. "Take care of you Diodoro!" she shouted as the train took off.
"Those two are going to have a very exciting year…" he said to himself seeing the train disappear in the thick fog of the morning.
Azrael and Gladys had a perfect trip. Nobody bother them. And the only time their compartment door opened was when the carriage woman asked if they wanted something to eat.
Gladys didn't really want the trip to end. Because that meant they'll have to face the whole school. And that was not nice… for her.
On the other side, Azrael was eager to arrive. He dreamed the moment he will be sorted on his house. But, on the other hand, he didn't want it at all. Because that meant that maybe… just maybe… he'll be separated from his sister. Although there was always a possibility that they may be together…
"First years please! First years! Over here, come!" a tall, well… indeed very tall man was shouting from the middle of the crowd of students.
"Hey Sis, take a look on that man over there." Azrael pointed at him.
"Oh my! He must be twice my size or more!"
"But… do you think he is…?"
"No, that's impossible. Giants are enormous. Besides, they are too brute, can hardly talk and they are very dangerous."
"Yeah… you're right as always… anyway, why would have Dumbledore wanted a giant here. It's crazy!" he pointed out as they made their way into an empty carriage.
Minutes later they were standing outside facing their new school.
"Home, sweet home!" a girl, rather small, shouted happily by their side.
A sultry look was plastered on her face. Her dark brown eyes shone at the dull light that came from the candles on the entrance of the castle. Her deep raven hair emphasized her delicate face features. She was a little bit skinny, but not too much.
She immediately made them remember of Iris. She got the same loable look.
She seemed to be a garrulous person. A dreamy one too. And that suit her perfectly.
"Hi." She said taking them by surprise. "You are new, aren't you?"
"Er… yes, I'm Azrael and she's Gladys."
"A pleasure, my name is Zelema, Zelema Wilde. Personally I believe it's horrible. So better if you call me Zel. I'm in fifth. Gryffindor." She said quickly.
Azrael had to suppress a big laugh when she finished. And Gladys, seeing it, distracted the girl.
"Well… we don't have a house yet, but I'm in fifth also and he's in sixth. I prefer Gryffindor, although Raevenclaw will be okay too."
"No, that's where all the smartest ones are. Anyway is your choice not mine."
"Yeah… Wait, Azrael do you know where were we supposed to go?"
"Oh! We are late! And I don't even know where this place is!" he jumped as he carefully watched his clock.
"Where do you have to go? I'll help you" the girl offered.
"Please, is… wait a minute that I remember the name..." Azrael thought. "Yes! It was… something with… M… Mc. … Mc. Gonagall's classroom! That's it!" he said making the other two laugh.
"Okay, follow me." Zel asked them as they entered the castle.
She took them through lots of corridors, but finally they reached the place.
"Here it is good luck! See you there!" Zel waved and disappeared.
"She was…" Azrael started.
"Special" his sister finished for him.
And saying that they entered the classroom where Mc. Gonagall herself and all the scared first years were waiting for them.
N/A: So? My second chapter? What do you think? ... It wasn't the GREAT thing, but I like it… That's my opinion… hey I hate to say this, but I don't like to write if no one's reading… anyway… I'd like to change the title… if you have any idea just let me know…
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