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Vespertillo
Chapitre Un
Jackie happened to glance up at the door when another boy walked by. He was moving hesitantly, and the moment he met her eyes he glanced down. He had black hair and green eyes, much like she did, but his hair was unruly and uncontrollable, and his eyes were more of a jade than emerald. He wore circular glasses that were bound together with tape and clothes a few sizes too big.
"Do you think he was looking for a compartment? I wouldn't have minded, I love you but you're getting kind of old to talk to, especially now that I can talk to whomever now without too much worry. Do you know him?" Franz shot off in French, getting up to open the door to look down the hall. "Bugger. He's already found a compartment. Oh well," He turned back to his cousin with a smile. "There'll be someone else to talk to later!"
Jackie slanted him a amused look. "The reason I'm not all that good at talking is because I never get a word in edgewise." She watched as another boy, taller than she and Franz with bright red hair, freckles, and what look to be dirt on his nose traipsed down the corridor as well, seemingly looking for a familiar face. "And yes, I'm calling you a compulsive conversationalist, you twit."
Franz just smiled good-naturedly. Years of being around his cousin had made him practically immune to her acidic way of speaking.
Within a few moments the train was moving and they had fallen back into their conversation, which was a debate about the pros and cons of the different houses. The train had been moving for a few hours when they happened to glance up at the sound of a woman calling for sweets off her trolley. After sharing a look they got up and followed her down the corridor.
Draco Malfoy stood at the door to his compartment in front of the snack trolley and was impatiently awaiting for the woman manning the cart to finish naming off what she offered. He already knew what the oafish woman had, he didn't need a refresher course! Just before he cut her off, a voice did so behind her.
"Excusez-moi, Madame, mais ce que je puex-"
A boy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a dimwitted-looking smile on his face was gazing at the woman earnestly was the one speaking, in what sounded to be French. He would have continued if the girl that followed him, who had black hair and green, green eyes slapped him across the back of his head.
She gave the confused oaf-woman a small smile that told anyone who had a proper upper-class upbringing that she didn't care about the woman in front of her. "I'm sorry, when he gets too excited he starts to speak French. We'll have four pumpkin pasties, two boxes of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans, and five-"
"Six-OW!" She had slapped him again (A good hard tap on the nose), this time without looking back.
"and four chocolate frogs please." She finished.
Waiting for the flustered woman to get her order out and tell her the cost, she noticed that Draco was staring at her. After staring back for a few moments she huffed. "Yes?"
Draco smirked. "Who are you? You don't carry yourself like some common peasant." He gave a pointed glance at the trolley lady, not even bothering to lower his voice.
Green eyes narrowed on him in a glare. "I could ask the same of you, but sadly, you carry yourself worse than a peasant, you carry yourself like a donkey's arse. What's more," She pointedly gave him a once over, not even bothering to try to keep the disgust from her expression, "I would ask that question if you were actually worth my attentions." She huffed dismissively, paid the woman, gathered her half of the sweets, turned on her heel and walked proudly back to their compartment.
Draco turned his attentions to the boy who came with her who was trying to hide his chortles behind his hand. "What's your problem?" Draco snapped out at him, pink high in his cheeks.
The boy just laughed at him. "It's been too long since I've seen her put someone who wasn't me in their place!" He guffawed and clapped Draco on his shoulder, ignoring the nearly violent way his hand was brushed off. "That's just how she is, so don't take it personally. She spews acid like a snake spits poison."
And with that (after throwing the Trolley Lady a dazzling smile) he turned on his heel and jauntily stepped back to his compartment.
A young girl with bushy brown hair and already in her Hogwarts uniform and robes, came barreling into their compartment, just as they were getting into a heated debate (in French) about the which muggle candy was better: Milky Ways or Snickers. The girl had to practically crack the glass while she knocked on it to get their attention.
"Excuse me, but have you seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one." She spoke confidently, despite the confusion in her eyes pertaining to why two French people were on the Hogwarts Express.
After staring at her for a bit, Franz was the one to speak to her. Jackie simply looked around for the toad, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Toads are basically just fatter, uglier frogs right?"
The girl nodded. "Yes, that's about right. If I may, why aren't you two in Beaxbatons? Isn't that where French witches and wizards go to?" She was apparently rather frank for a eleven year old.
Franz smiled even wider and Jackie rolled her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'll answer that question for you if you don't mind telling us the name of the girl that barged into our compartment during a very important debate over muggle candy."
The brown-haired girl gave a little laugh and sat down next to Jackie, who regarded her with a curious gaze, but stayed rather quiet. "Really? It sounded like you were about to go at each others throats! I'm Hermione Granger. It's my first year at Hogwarts, too."
Franz made it a point to give her his best smile, and Jackie smirked at the light dusting of red that lit the girls cheeks. "I'm Francis Bonnefoy, but if you call me Francis in public I'll hex you. Call me Franz. She's Jacquleane Folet, and just call her whichever name that isn't a mouthful, till she lets you get away with calling her Jackie." Franz ducked just in time to not get hit with a empty chocolate frog box.
"Ignore him." She told the girl haughtily while she glared at her cousin, who was laughing at her. "If you do you won't catch his special brand of stupid." She turned her green eyes on Hermione. "Anyway, we got tired of France. And it's people."
"Yeah," Franz nodded sagely, "Definitely the people."
"So we kind of just…" Jackie shrugged. "Left."
"Poof!" Franz exclaimed, wiggling his fingers. "Gone."
Hermione stared at them half awed and half worried. "You're family don't know where you are?"
They shared a look and shrugged. Everything was quiet for a moment before Franz broke up the potentially depressing atmosphere by clapping loudly. "Well, we haven't seen a fat, ugly frog, but tell that guy who lost it -what was his name again?"
"Neville, she said." Jackie interjected smoothly while he took a deep breath.
"Right," Franz nodded resolutely, determined glint in his sky-blue eyes, "Neville -you'll have to point him out for me- That we have not seen his frog-toad- ribbet thing but he better find it before I do because the one thing I made sure to do when we went book shopping is to get some magic cookbooks and camping cookbooks. If I make it right I wonder if it'll taste like the frog legs that Luffy makes us." Franz then stopped talking and began to think deeply about how exactly he'd make the toad while still on the train, and left Jackie to staring amusedly at Hermione, who was staring at Franz in a rather startled way.
"And that," She gestured to Franz while Hermione stared on, "Is why I don't talk much."
"Right…" Hermione seemed to gather herself up a bit. "Well, I'll be sure to tell Neville that, but I expect we'll be at school soon. Best to put on your robes."
Jackie nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you, Hermione. I hope we end up in the same house."
Hermione flashed her a smile. "I hope so, too. Later!" And with that she was off. And they could hear her from their seats asking other students about Neville's Toad.
After the considerably amazing trek across the lake where a boy fell into the lake and was scared out of his mind by the giant squid (Jackie, Franz, and several other students had a nice laugh at his expense), they stepped into the great double doors that seemed to be the entrance to the school. Heading up the stairs, they were greeted by a stern looking which with graying hair and hard amber-colored eyes. She was dressed in green and black witches robes, and a pointed green hat detailed in green and decorated with two brown feathers sat primly on her head. She clapped her hands to gain the groups attention.
"Welcome to Hogwarts." She seemed to slant them all a look. "Now, in a few moments, you will join your classmates. But before you can take your seats you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin." She seemed to restrain herself from spitting the word out. "and while you're here your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will gain your house points, and any rule-breaking," She gave a slight pause. "Will lose you points. At the end of the year the house with the most points will be rewarded with the House Cup-"
"Trevor!" A boy in the crowd yelled out and moved forward, enough so that Franz and Jackie could see him ( a boy with a chubby face with brown hair and eyes) and the toad he was yelling about. The look the professor gave him was enough to freeze lava, but that didn't stop the amused smirk from decorating Jackie's features or the chortle that escaped Franz.
"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily." The witch sighed out, and with a swish of her robes she was off into the dining room.
Everyone began to speak amongst themselves until a high cold voice shot out over the murmur of voices, "It's true then, what they've been saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." Everyone directed their gaze first to the blonde haired boy with grey eyes who spoke out, who turned out to be the boy who Jackie had put in his place at the Snack Trolley. Then everyone looked at who he was walking towards, and it turned out to be that boy who Franz wanted to sit with them, who was looking much better in clothes that actually fit him. "This is Crabbe and Goyle. I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." The red headed boy gave a poorly concealed snort. "Think my name is funny do you? I've no need to ask yours. Red hair and hand-me-down robes?" Malfoy gave the boy a scathing look. "You must be a Weasley. You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others. You don't want to go and make friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He held out his hand for Harry to shake.
Jackie harrumphed in the back, making the people around her look at her questioningly while keeping one eye on the conflict in front of them.
"What did I tell you?" She asked Franz. "A Donkey's Arse!" She made it a point to say this louder than her former statement, which had Malfoy sending a glare back her way and several laughs fill the air.
Harry gave stared at the offered hand before looking back up at Malfoy. "I think I can the wrong sort for myself, thanks." He dismissed him.
Just as Malfoy was about to say something in response, the witch from earlier returned and tapped him on his shoulder with a newly acquired scroll. He moved back to his former place.
"We're ready for you now." She gazed at the group. "Follow me." And with that she led them through the double doors and instructed them to stand there at the entrance. With that she walked up to the front of the hall and stood next to a stool where a old worn wizard's cap sat, dull brown and dirty. She stood tall and unrolled the scroll. She looked back at the gathered flock of first years. "When I call your name, you will come forth. I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses."
And with that, she began.
"Excusez-moi, Madame, mais ce que je puex" = "Excuse me, Ma'am, but can I"
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