Later, Hermione led the first years to the dormitories. Lauren followed, looking around in shock. She stared at her hands, feeling them tingle. "Oh crap," she muttered. A vase near her shattered into a thousand pieces. Hermione whirled around.
"Who did that?" Hermione demanded. "Lauren?" The girl shook her head no. "Maybe it was Peeves," Hermione reasoned. "Keep moving, students!"
Lauren sighed as she looked at her small bag of necessities on her bed. Hermione, in the next bed, snored loudly.
"Sorry, Uncle. I'm sorry you have to know the truth and lie about it," Lauren whispered and fell asleep dreaming of wolves eyes.
The next day dawned bright, autumn leaves falling over the lake, being chased by the giant squid. Lauren woke early to see Hagrid performing his duties. She was one of the first students in the Great Hall. In fact, the very first. Professor Dumbledore was talking energetically to McGonagall. Flitwick and Lupin were arguing over whether charms were Dark Arts or not. And Professor Snape was sitting in his chair, talking to no one. Doing nothing. Looking at Lauren.
Her face burned with shame. How could I disappoint my uncle like this? A family of Slytherins has produced a Gryffindor, she thought. Hermione wasn't much later than Laurie. "Hello. I see the morning dawns with only two students. Well, just wait until Quidditch starts. Then everyone is up at the crack of dawn," Hermione smiled. "What's your first class?"
"Charms. You?" Lauren asked.
"The same thing," Hermione replied. They both smiled. Breakfast passed comfortably. There was no talk of uncles or parents. Merely of school.
"On to charms," Ron said, having joined them earlier. Lauren blushed as she noticed Ron glancing at her, looking as if someone had hit him over the head with a mallet.
Professor Flitwick began class simply, calling the roll. Then he levitated an anvil toward each student, saying, "Now, levitation is something we covered years ago. But, the heavier the harder, and most of you have probably forgotten this. Who would like to demonstrate?"
Hermione's hand shot up.
"Alright," Professor Flitwick said. "Miss Snape." Hermione turned around to see Lauren's hand high in the air. She walked up to the anvil in the middle of the floor. She stared at the anvil. "Hm," Hermione said in contempt. "Doesn't even have a wand!"
Lauren seemed agitated, and murmured, "It's hard," and snapped her fingers. At this the anvil flew up and whirled around the room.
"I try to do it the hard way, but it's too heavy. I can do it with my eyes later today, if you want," Lauren said quietly as the anvil settled back on the floor. There was stunned silence.
"Miss Snape? May I see you outside? The rest of you, don't practice levitating until I return. We don't want anyone getting squished, now do we?" Professor Flitwick led Lauren outside.
"Miss Snape, I was...quite impressed by your display in there. I haven't heard of anyone not needing a wand in ages." Lauren blushed. "Perhaps I can arange a meeting with Proffesor Dumbledore. I have a feeling you will be a very welcome transfer to our school, Miss Snape."
"Who did that?" Hermione demanded. "Lauren?" The girl shook her head no. "Maybe it was Peeves," Hermione reasoned. "Keep moving, students!"
Lauren sighed as she looked at her small bag of necessities on her bed. Hermione, in the next bed, snored loudly.
"Sorry, Uncle. I'm sorry you have to know the truth and lie about it," Lauren whispered and fell asleep dreaming of wolves eyes.
The next day dawned bright, autumn leaves falling over the lake, being chased by the giant squid. Lauren woke early to see Hagrid performing his duties. She was one of the first students in the Great Hall. In fact, the very first. Professor Dumbledore was talking energetically to McGonagall. Flitwick and Lupin were arguing over whether charms were Dark Arts or not. And Professor Snape was sitting in his chair, talking to no one. Doing nothing. Looking at Lauren.
Her face burned with shame. How could I disappoint my uncle like this? A family of Slytherins has produced a Gryffindor, she thought. Hermione wasn't much later than Laurie. "Hello. I see the morning dawns with only two students. Well, just wait until Quidditch starts. Then everyone is up at the crack of dawn," Hermione smiled. "What's your first class?"
"Charms. You?" Lauren asked.
"The same thing," Hermione replied. They both smiled. Breakfast passed comfortably. There was no talk of uncles or parents. Merely of school.
"On to charms," Ron said, having joined them earlier. Lauren blushed as she noticed Ron glancing at her, looking as if someone had hit him over the head with a mallet.
Professor Flitwick began class simply, calling the roll. Then he levitated an anvil toward each student, saying, "Now, levitation is something we covered years ago. But, the heavier the harder, and most of you have probably forgotten this. Who would like to demonstrate?"
Hermione's hand shot up.
"Alright," Professor Flitwick said. "Miss Snape." Hermione turned around to see Lauren's hand high in the air. She walked up to the anvil in the middle of the floor. She stared at the anvil. "Hm," Hermione said in contempt. "Doesn't even have a wand!"
Lauren seemed agitated, and murmured, "It's hard," and snapped her fingers. At this the anvil flew up and whirled around the room.
"I try to do it the hard way, but it's too heavy. I can do it with my eyes later today, if you want," Lauren said quietly as the anvil settled back on the floor. There was stunned silence.
"Miss Snape? May I see you outside? The rest of you, don't practice levitating until I return. We don't want anyone getting squished, now do we?" Professor Flitwick led Lauren outside.
"Miss Snape, I was...quite impressed by your display in there. I haven't heard of anyone not needing a wand in ages." Lauren blushed. "Perhaps I can arange a meeting with Proffesor Dumbledore. I have a feeling you will be a very welcome transfer to our school, Miss Snape."