A/N: I'm back as promissed ^-^ But don't expect this quick uploads everytime -.- Disclaimer: As I stated yesterday, I only own myself. As much as I hate that fact, it is still a fact and shall remain a fact until flying rainbow shite monkeys actually exist and take over the planet. Actually the fact would still remain even then. Damn. Well enjoy ^_^
The school system is strange. It was strange enough skipping a grade when moving states but starting at the end of the year? You've got to be mad. But I guess peculiar thing are expected to happen when you move hemispheres to a solely magical inhabited school. It was September 1st and normally this would be my last week of holidays before going into the final term of the year. Instead I was standing in the middle of the Great Hall waiting to be sorted with all the eleven, or soon to be eleven, year olds. And guess what. The school is a freakin' CASTLE! A castle for merlin's sake. It had bewitched ceilings, empty armour along hallways (I checked) and a scruffy hat that sings before going all mind reader and sorting the randomly announced students.
"Clarke, James." The young teacher, maybe early twenties, called out. The eleven year old boy quickly hurried up the few steps and sat on the stool. It wasn't long after the hat fit snuggly over his eyes that it erupted with a house.
"GRYFFINDOR." The standardised clapping came from the long table with a red table cloth. Hmm, blue is my favourite colour. Maybe I will be in Ravenclaw. Then again, I also like green. Red is alright as long as it's that deep red of blood. Just don't put me in yellow. It's bad enough that my hair turns that horrendous colour in panic. It would take forever for it to return to its normal light brown and the other kids laughing didn't help. Which is why I am taking measures to avoid such attention ever again. I just wish wigs weren't so itchy.
"Stewart, Abigail." Oh Shite Monkeys. That's me, isn't it? I quickly step up to the stool, shoulders hunched in an attempt to seem smaller. Hey, smaller qual less attention, right? Or has my whole life been a lie? Of cause, me having a normal sized head unlike everyone else the scruffy hat engulfs my entire head and rests on my shoulders. Just wonderful.
'Hmm, interesting.'
HOLLY FRUDGING SHITE MONKEYS! THERE IS A NEW VOICE IN MY HEAD! PANIC! WHERE IS THE PANIC BUTTON! ABORT! ABORT! MUST KEEP SOME ASSEMBLENCE OF EXTERNAL SANITY! VOICES IN HEAD CAPACITY JUST REACHED MAX +1.
'Calm down girl. It's only me.' Odd, new voice sounds strangely like the scruffy hat. 'I would appreciate it if you didn't call me scruffy. The years don't do too well for one's appearance.'
Oh new voice is Mr Scruffy Hat. Inner voices have been reduced to a safe limit. 'I heard that!'
Oh sorry. So what is my mind like? I always thought it would be portrayed as chaotic in some way. With a large filter in overdrive stopping what happen upstairs from publicly humiliating me.
'Interesting, this is a tough choice.' He isn't even listening to me. A voice in my head won't even listen to me. And all those comments on the internet claim that I'm heartless for not crying at certain shows. Okay, maybe I laughed at the overly dramatised scenes but this hat is just being cruel. Maybe if I lit it on fire it would answer my question.
"SLYTHERIN!" Gorlog's eyebrows that was loud. Oh Merlin it burns. What happened to my nice darkness? Oh it's the Great Hall. And the green table is cheering. I was just sorted, wasn't I? In order to not make my mental situation known a small smile is plastered on my face and my body auto pilots over to my new house. Well that went well. Hey, Mr Scruffy Hat never answered my question!
Hogwarts is certainly different. But I guess there is no need to hide what we are here. There were jinxes being cast in the hallways. The stairs moved to their own beat and there was no guarantee that that door was actually a door instead of the portrait beside it. Ghost would pop up through your plate as you ate and owls delivered mail every breakfast. I hadn't switched hemispheres; I had jumped down the bloody rabbit whole and landed in wonderland. I mean a chivalrous suit of armour had shown me the way to the Great Hall for breakfast. We may have linked arms and pretended to be on our way to the Wizard of Oz until the large doors were insight. Don't question my sanity; it doesn't appreciate people pointing out its less than average size. Today is my first day of classes. I guess it isn't wonderland after all.
"Miss Stewart." Gorlog's toenails this is going to be hard to get used to. Students are referred to by first names! And Teachers are Miss/Mrs/Mr insert-last-name. I look up at Mrs Rosier, the Slytherin house teacher, while halfway through eating a hash brown. I nervously eat my mouthful of fried potato. At least I think it's fried.
"Yes Mrs Rosier?" I ask quietly. I have every right to be nervous. Sure she looks like a nice lady but looks can be deceiving. Just look at my calm quiet and shy exterior compared to my thoughts. See, deceiving. Besides, she is a teacher in freakin' huge heals. She could easily tower over me without them. But no, she is wearing I-want-giant-height shoes whilst I'm sitting on a lowly bench. Intimidation and power demonstration much?
"Please, here it's Professor." She smiled warmly. I'm in the snake's hole aren't I. She is going to bite me any moment now. "Could you please follow me? I have some things to discuss with you."
Yep definitely the snake hiding behind the flowers. I'm dead, aren't I? At least soon to be. I nod cautiously before standing up, taking my hash brown with me. I'm not neglecting such a yummy piece of food because a teacher wants to have a few words before killing me. To my surprise another student stood waiting in the corner as I followed Madame Deception.
"Miss Clarke, this is Miss Stewart the transfer student. I was hoping you could help her out since you have the same class schedule." Transfer student? I thought I was just gonna blend in with the other first years; I'm probably at the same level as them. Apparently not. And oh my frudging, flying, talking, blue cats! It's the mash potato girl! Maybe I should explain. Let's just say this bubbly brunet in front of me, at equal height, has been quite loud in voicing her love for chicken and mashed potato over the past few dinners. In fact she is also in my dorm and I swear she was dreaming about the food. Explanation over and out. I may have enjoyed quietly watching her interactions with those around her. Definitely not a morning person might I add. No, I haven't been stalking her. She is simply entertaining to watch when she is in the same room. DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT! I thought my mind would at least understand, guess I was wrong. Yes, Mind, I am having one sided conversations with you. Thinking of which, you need a name rather than 'mind'. Pretending you're actually an imaginary friend would be better for my sanity levels… I think. Name, name, name. What's a good name? Bosco? But what if you're a girl? Hmmm. Some input would be helpful. Oh right, these are strictly one sided. Damn. How about-
"Sure. My name's Rebecca, but please call me Becca or Bec." She smiled, her Irish accent highly notable. Oh, currently involved in human interaction, I guess your name will have to wait. Sorry. Not really. Anyway… I am about to reply when another voice cuts me off.
"Oi Drumstick, I never knew you as one to pass on breakfast." A pale boy calls out cheerfully from the Slytherin table.
"Oh cram it Albino!" She shouted back with a huff. I take the chance to eat the last half of my hash brown. "Anyway, what was your name again?"
"Uh… Abigail." I say in a small yet, for once, calm voice. Pat on the back, self. You are improving.
"Sweet." She says as she starts walking towards the one temporarily dubbed as 'Albino'. Rosier had left and I just stood there slightly awkwardly. Was I meant to go back to my breakfast of something? Before I had time to mull over this she had turned around a grabbed my wrist. "Well aren't you coming? I don't know about you but I want some scrambled eggs."
"Gee, take your time why don't ya? No need to rush. I know it's had to survive without being in my presence but I prefer it when girls play hard to get." 'Albino' remarks sarcastically as Bec sits down diagonal from him, forcing me to sit across from Blondie.
"In your dreams Malfoy. As if anyone would rush to your company- OH MY MERLIN! The house else gave us chicken for breakfast! I LOVE YOU HOUSE ELVES!" Bec sang happily, oblivious to the looks she got.
"Did I miss something?" A third voice questioned as a mass of uncontrollable brown curls plonked down tiredly next to 'Malfoy'. Instantly Bec calmed down a notch and her cheeks tinged pink.
"Not really. Our dear Becca here just proclaimed she is having yet another affair behind the mashed potatoes' back with the house elves." He shrugged than gained a slightly cynical smirk as he leaned towards the female brunet. "You realise that's kind of bestiality, right?"
"Oh shut it Malfoy. Back-up, help me." Before I realised what was happening two hands had grabbed my shoulders and forced me in between the blond and brunet like as shield. Holly crap! WHY MUST YOU ENVOLVE ME?! I was perfectly happy just watching the banter.
"Uhh… Hi." I manage to squeak out. At least I'm not the only one shocked. There is the tired Mr Uncontrollable hair, oh and the platinum blond inches from my face. Holly Frudging Shite Monkeys. Holly Frudging Shite Monkeys. HOLLY FRUDGING SHITE MONKEYS! Suddenly the surrounding goblets decide that gravity shall play no force over their contents as juice started to rise one drop at a time. And form one big levitating orb of liquid. Right above my head. Damn you magic, damn you. As if my heart racing at painful speeds in panic wasn't enough you go and cause a seen.
"What's going on?" Sleepy curls slurred as he attempted to take a sip from his now empty goblet. I manage to squirm back into my seat just as the large orb fell. It was safe to say no one was going to eat those eggs. Unfortunately Ghosty hadn't had the foresight to shift back as well. His face was splashed with the drink. I clam up in embarrassment and start playing with my hands. Laughter erupts beside me as Bec slams her hand playfully on my shoulder.
"I knew you would be good back up. Dude, you have to teach me that spell. I didn't even see your wand. Haha Scor, you should see your face." I look at her with wide eyes before switching my gaze to the blond I just sprayed with juice. He seems mad as he uses the napkin to angrily wipe his face.
"Urgh! Just wait until my father hears about this!" I shrink back at the sudden arrogant and pompous outburst. Oh flying shite monkeys, I've already messed up. He hates me. He really hates me. He hates me so much he just cracked a smile and burst out into laughter with Bec. Wait, laughing? So he isn't mad? What's going on? "I have to hand it to you, you got me good. I didn't suspect a thing. I'm Scorpious Malfoy."
"I… uhh.. Abigail Stewart…?" Gorlog's beard mouth, did you really just provide my name as a question? Is there any hope for you? Stop laughing mind or I'll call you Helga Vin Shnotts. Yes, I went there.
"Stewart ehh? Where'd you find this one Clarke?" He questions good naturedly as he started eating his breakfast.
"Professor Rosier asked me to help her gain her ropes. She's a transfer." Bec shrugged it off while piling chicken onto her plate. I seek out the hash browns again. I'm sorry, they're damn good. Meanwhile Mr Medusa Hair's face crashes into his plate. Did he take sleeping pills too late into the night and is still under their affects?
"Oh pull yourself together Al. I told you not to read that quidditch book the night before school." Scorpious scolded as he yanked the now dubbed 'Al' into a sitting position by his collar. Hmm, so he was reading until the dim hours of the night. And Scorpious has an adult-ish side. I glance around the table before finding a pitcher of water. Wordlessly I pass it to the blond."What is this for?" He looks between the water and me in confusion. I point to 'Al' who is about to fall back on his plate. Apparently he still wasn't getting the plan. I will never attempt telepathy with thee slow minded human. Yes, I am being hypocritical. Deal with it.
"Wake up call?" I squeak out. Realisation dawned on his sharp, pale features. A wicked smile forms on his lips as he grabs the handle. Bec looks mortified and starts to protest but Scorpious is already tipping the entire jug on to Mr Sleepy. Instantly he is up in a spluttering mess. Random sounds fly loudly and angrily as his green eyes looked furious. I believe I made out 'hudgah' and 'fulabergah' and 'ja'. Maybe that last one was German. Scorpious laughed enthusiastically and Bec seemed torn between mortification and amusement. Meanwhile I smiled in my own amusement. It did help his bed hair after all.
A/N: Hope you liked it. Please let me know what you think. Also inform me of errors. I seem incapible of finding every freakin' typo I make. Next chapter should be up next week. Bye until then. ^-^