Darcy's thoughts
To all my readers, I just want to say that I'm sorry for not updating in so frickin' long. I didn't have a proper computer for over six full months, and the one I got for Christmas only just now got fixed.
Disclaimer: I don't own either stories, if I did many a thing would have turned out differently.
September first was more than likely the worst day I'd ever experience in my entire life, or at least trying to work my way through Kings Cross train station was. The non- magical side was fine, at around ten in the morning the station had very few people inside, and the last few have just left for Bristol, so slipping through the magical barrior without being noticed wasn't hard.
"Grandpapa," I hear Lexin say, " how many people are going to be here?" damnit, I hate how perceptive she is at times like this. But then I'm fairly tense at the moment.
"There will be several hundred Lexin," I say honostly. Last time we did this there had probably been close to one thousand in the station, and that didn't include the students.
"That's quite a bit," Lexin is now scared. No matter how poised she may look, Lexin is nervous; I can see it in the way she holds her shoulder, and the slight tightening of her lips.
"Yes it is Lexin, all I ask is that you try to keep yourself calm and mind slightly distracted," she nods. That advise is about as good as it is going to get at the moment, if she has a panic attack it's because she let her Claustrophobia get the best of her.
As we gain more ground onto the platform I catch sight of Andromeda with the twins and the Malfoys.
"Lexin shall we meet up with your friends?" I say giving a slight nod in the direction that I spotted them. Lexin nods enthusiastically as she takes not of her friends aswell.
Halfway to the train Xaiver notices us and points in our direction.
"Go on Lexin, let us handle the trunk," Lizzy says and Lexin starts their way while the adults start toward ours.
"Hello Lizzy, Fitz," dear lord not that nickname again.
"Hello Dromenda," Lizzy and I say at the same time. Lizzy's has a little more enthusiasm than my own does.
"Now Dromeda, is that any way to greet a friend out in public?" the older sister scolds, "hello Mr. and Mrs. Darcy."
"Under normal circumstances? No, not all," Andromena states; but Lizzy hates formalities when with friends, "yet Lizzy hates formalities when meeting with friends, even if it's out in public."
" , Mrs. Darcy," says Mrs. Malfoys husband, "If they've known eachother long enough dear it's perfectly acceptable," I'll admit I hadn't been expecting that, "though when the Weasleys are present one should be as staunch as possible," that I had.
"Oh don't tell me that gaggle of geese is here already? I'd have sworn they would be late," looking to my pocket watch I notice it's almost ten- thirty.
"What's the problem with that particular family?" Lizzy asks. From what she and I understood Arthur Weasley had been a fairly nice headboy while Lily was a first year.
"It's not the entire family that's the problem," Dromeda says giving the readheaded woman an evil glare, "Arthur isn't the problem, the mother is; her name is Molly Weasly nee Prewitt. She hates most other pureblood families for having more money than she does. You see Arthurs father owed quite a bit to the Malfoy family, and while Arthur was willing to pay it back, Molly wasn't. So when time came to pay up Molly tried to go to court about it, even against Arthurs wishes, and lost superbly; the family had to surrender every knut, sickle, and galleon to their name, including her dowery," sounds like self hatred more than anything.
"Sounds like she's a money grubbing fool," Lizzy always has hated people who only want the material.
"She is, I've always felt sorry for poor Arthur for having to marry her," Mrs. Malfoy says, "she's also taught her childred to worship the ground Dumbledore walks on, and believe every word the old codger says."
"Then we won't have worry about Lexin getting involved with them," Severus had given us fair warning to never trust Dumbledore, "Lexin's only ever met the man once, she said that Severus was right, that he shouldn't be trusted," Severus had said he'd try to manipulate her, and that one time they'd met he had. Lexin had been none too pleased.
"I wouldn't be surprised if Dumbledore didn't promie Lexin's hand to their youngest son as an insurance for the families loyalty to him," Dromeda says with disgust.
"Like that would happen," no Lexin had already stated she would marry for love, "Lexin has already stated she'll only marry the man who wins her heart," Lizzy states.
With that stated the wistle blows, an indication that the train will be leaving in a few moments time.
"We should go and send the children off," Mr. Malfoy states.
"Yes, I suppose we should," I state as we start walking in the children's general direction. Lexin looks our way and comes over to Lizzy and I then turns to Mr. Malfoy.
"Mr. Malfoy?"
"Yes Miss Potter?" he asks looking at her curiously.
"Could you please shrink my trunk for me? Normally I would ask Uncle Severus, but he's not here and Aunt Dromeda isn't very good with shrinking charms," he looks a bit shocked at her honosty, but then neither were we.
"It would be my pleasure Miss Potter," he says before shrinking the trunk to where it could fit inside her robes pocket.
"Thank you Mr. Malfoy," Lexin says with a quick curtsey before turning toward Lizzy and I, "I promise to write after I'm sorted."
"I wish you luck and I love you," Lizzy says hugging her tightly.
"I love you too Grandmum," Lexin says hugging back, then her gaze turns to me.
"Remember to write everything that you find important about the sorting," Lily had give qutie a bit of detail, I'm hoping that Lexin will as well, "don't give Severus any intentional trouble," I know it's not her fault that she gets into trouble, but it's never a bad thing to remind her of, "never trust anyone you don't know, don't let yourself be left alone with Dumbledore, and believe in your friends and family," she'd find no greater allies than family and friends.
"Will do Grandpapa," I lean in and kiss her head while she hugs me.
"I'll miss you Lex," now I won't have anyone to play chess with daily.
"I'll miss you too Grandpapa," she says letting go, "I'll see you at Christmas," with that she walks up into the compartment car with her friends.
With in moments the train is gone and we are free to leave.
X Time Lapse X
The next morning I notice and snowy owl outside my study window with a letter in it's mouth. Opening my window and let Hedwig in.
"Hello there Hedwig," I say to the starngely pure white female bird, " did Lexin really send you already?"
She just gives me the letter and hoots as if in confermation. Once I've gotten Hedwig a treat and some water I open Lexin's letter.
Dear Grandpapa,
Oh Grandpapa you won't believe it, I was sorted into Slytherin.
My jaw just drops, I thought for sure she'd follow in Lily's footsteps and be sorted into Ravenclaw.
If I've assumed correctly you're shocked at my placement, just please let me explain. The had had originally wanted to place me in mum's old house, but I begged it to sort me into Slytherin so I could have Severus' protection all that much more readably available to me, but so I could also be in the same house as my friends. The hat agreed since I have quite a bit of cunning and a large potential within me.
Well then, maybe it shouldn't have been that much of a surprise, she is good at manipulating a situation to her, or our, advantage.
Well that was pretty much it for the sorting.
On the train ride to the school we ran into the youngest Weasley boy, he tried to 'lure' me away from my friends by saying that their families were 'dark' and that the savior of the wizarding world should be associating with 'light' families. He also tried to say that not only would my parents be disappointed in me, but so would Dumbledore. What does that man have to do with my parents, and how coud they ever be dissappointed with me? I know for a fact Uncle Severus told me that mother never trusted Mrs. Weasley. Don't worry though, I threated him to leave me and mine alone or else there would be consiquences that not even Dumbledore could bale him out of.
Well I best be off to bed now.
I love you,
Lexin
Sounds like Dromeda was correct, the Weasley family would be trouble for Lexin, but with who Lexin is she'll has more than enough intellegence to give it back tenfold. When I look up I notice that Hedwig is gone already. Seems like sending a responce isn't a choice this time, maybe with the next one.
