Time Has No Boundaries: Chapter 2
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"My family and I just moved here from Paris. I'm in third year," Hermione said.
Headmaster Dippet eyed her suspiciously, cowering over his huge mahogany desk. "Where aren't your parents here as well?"
"Ummm, they uh, both are working," she said as innocently as she could.
"Well, I have to have them sign this admissions form." He took out a piece of parchment from under the desk. "It's mandotory from all transfer students, you see."
"Yes sir. I'll be sure to have them sign it and I'll give it back to you tomorrow." Hermione put her hand out to take the paper.
He paused, looking deep into her eyes, almost as if he knew something wasn't right but couldn't quite pinpoint it. Hermione made sure to keep her eyes steady with his, trying her best not to look suspicious. After what seemed like forever to Hermione, but was more likely a few seconds, he gave a loud sigh and handed her the paper.
"Thank you sir." She gave a slight grin as he nodded and excused her.
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Ahhh... a transfer. Where to put you though? Slytherin, you say? Funny, I would have said Gryffindor. But I definitely see your Slytherin potential. Okay, very well then.... if that's what you want.
"SLYTHERIN!" cried the Sorting Hat. Hermione's tense body eased up at those words. Her plan was taking shape perfectly. For some odd reason, she had worried that the Sorting Hat might have discovered her plan while reading her mind. But thankfully, that wasn't the case.
She stood up and walked over to the Slytherin table, a fake smile plastered on her supposedly "third year" face. She took the nearest seat, while in crept the faint memories of her first day at Hogwarts, when she had been sorted into Gryffindor.
"Hello? Anyone in there?" Hermione snapped out of her trance at the sound of that voice. Hermione turned around, coming eye to eye with a thin, pale girl with dark brown hair, coal black eyes, and a splash of freckles on the bridge of a long nose.
"Oh sorry."
"Quite alright. People don't usually pay much attention to me anyways," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm Victoria Skye. You must be the new girl everyone was talking about. Have a name, new girl?" Victoria said, in a very unwelcome tone which made Hermione's skin curl.
Hermione couldn't resist using her know-it-all tone. "As a matter of fact, I do have a name, thankyouverymuch. It's Hermione Granger." She knew she had to act just like these Slytherin scumbags, or else they would see right through her.
"I think I like New Girl much better. It's not so much of a mouthful as Hermio-... whatever. But again, seeing the way you talk, it's probably easy for you to say with that huge hole in your face."
Hermione, red faced, was just about to shorten Victoria's nose with her fist, when a boy sitting across from her grabbed her arm just in time.
"Hermione, I don't think hitting someone is going to make a good impression on the teachers... even if that person did deserve it." The boy gently laid Hermione's hand on the table as Victoria stuck her tongue out at him.
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Eek, I know it's short, but I wrote this in April and I would rather post it now instead of waiting. You guys have been waiting long enough. I'll try to write some more soon!
