Disclaimer: My name is Brittanie not Stephanie, not J.K. so obsousley I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight.
blah = sign language
Chapter 1
Our house, like many in La Push, was small; my mother called it quaint. It was sky blue with white trim a front garden with a low fence made of stone and drift wood that had been bleached white by the salt and sun. The back garden simply opened out to our forest surroundings. Our house has two bedrooms, two bathrooms, an office for father, a living room, and a small kitchen combo dining room. Mother had decided to decorate the common rooms in brown, tan, and cream. I had yet decided what colors to use in my room; I wanted it to be different from my icy past, but I didn't want to lose my Slytherin pride, so obviously green was going to be involved.
It was raining... again. I was in the car with father on the way to La Push High School to meet the principal and my new interpreter. The gentle weight of my new talisman was resting against my breastbone. It was my life line to the rest of the world; mother and father had identical ones. The small rune carved out of azurite enabled my family and I to understand and speak any form of sign language we came across.
Finally we arrived and father led me towards the principal's office. Once when we entered the receptionist immediately greeted father and gave a small wave to me which I returned with hesitation; I was worried about how the principal would respond to me, and how well my personality would mesh with my interpreter. After a few minutes the Principal Mr. Peterson invited us into his office. In a seat next to his desk was a petite Native American woman with a chin length bob; she looked to be in her late 30s to her early 40s.
"Hello Draco. I'm Sue Clearwater," she greeted she continued to speak aloud while signing obviously to make Mr. Peterson and my father more comfortable and included.
"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Clearwater," I returned. Being deaf did not excuse me from using the manners that my parents had taught me.
"You can call me Sue if you like, Mrs. Clearwater is an awful lot to sign whenever talking about or to me," she said with a smile and what I interpreted as a soft laugh.
The meeting with Mr. Peterson went as expected. Sue would be following me around, she promised not to mother me, to help me. I would be excused from any activity I didn't feel comfortable with in P.E. Now to decide what color to paint my room...
An: Sorry it's late, but Fanfic has been glitching on me! Thanks to my Beta Olivia!
