Her Eyes
Chapter 3
"Slytherin?!" That's where I'm being sorted?" I screamed, obviously not okay with the gracious Sorting Hat's decision.
I looked out in front of me and found many faces surprised and a little scared. Even the Slytherin table itself looked a little wary. I peeled my eyes away and focused on the ground. I didn't dare search for George. All I could picture him doing was looking disappointed while Fred does a happy dance right beside him. I sighed and looked up once more accepting myy fate. I don't know why I hoped things would be different. I knew this was going to happen, but I just didn't want to believe it. I stood up and cleared my throat. I hesitantly descended the stairs and made my way over to the table farthest to the left. I sat somewhere in the back, staying out of everyone's way.
After my outburst, things started going back to normal. It took a while, but I guess no one cared anymore.
"I know how you feel you know," a male voice said to my left. I slowly looked up and found the face that held the voice. He was very handsome with way, dirty blonde hair and green eyes that I swear had to be contacts. Still, he's a Slytherin. I shouldn't even be thinking this way.
He continued, "When I was sorted two years ago, I almost took that bloody hat and set it on fire." I smiled. Finally, a fellow student who hated his destiny as well.
I smiled. "Seriously though, Slytherin may produce the worst witches and wizards, but we're not all bad. I've made peace with this house and it's actually starting to grow on me. We're crazy loyal when it comes to friends and sometimes that's all you can really want and need," he finished.
Maybe he's right. The stranger sticks out his hand. "Carter Layne," he introduces.
"I know who you are," he interrupts just as I opened my mouth. He smiles and turns back to his plate.
"Why are you being so nice? Did you not see my freak show up there?" I joked, extending my hand back to where my whole tantrum started.
He chuckles, "Like I said, I know how you feel and I can tell that Slytherin must have given you hell once upon a time in order for what you did to happen. I figured you need a friend. Just call if you need me okay?" he asks, grinning that boyish grin.
He stands up from the table, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Dinner must be over then.
I follow suit and lag behind with my new found friend out of the Great Hall.
"So..."
Fred's POV:
Who does she think she is to just blurt out something like that? She was already weird enough and being a Slytherin totally puts it over the top. Me and George were walking out of the Great Hall when I saw her with some blonde bloke talking as if they'be been friends for years. I rolled my eyes. He should be careful around her. Who knows, she may even slap him in the face by accident like she did me. "Shut up Fred! Give it a rest already." I hear my brother say.
I must have said that out loud…
I glared. "When I told you on the train to become best friends with her… I was bloody joking!" I whisper-yelled, hitting him in the shoulder. "Oh come on Fred. This happened hours ago and if you let go of whatever pride you think you have, we both could be talking to her now! Just because you're my brother doesn't mean that I'm going to magically agree on everything you say. What has gotten into you?" he stated, making me feel ten times worse. He's right. I looked over at the two once more.
Her hair was perfectly straightened, giving off this shine that just didn't seem real. Her body was in perfect proportion, something I've never seen a girl have before. Unfortunately for me, I had to admit that she was glowing. But how can she be real? George did tell me that she was kicked out of Beauxbatons for not being a veela like the rest, but even though her personality is different from the typical gorgeous being, it doesn't explain the fact that she is ten times for stunning. She's different and I need to know what that difference is.
I felt George call my name. "Freddie? You okay? You've been staring at Lucy and Carter for almost five minutes. Please don't tell me you've just come up with some master plan to murder them in your sleep," he groaned. I rolled my eyes. If I'm going to find out who she is, I'll have to get close to her.
This plan may just work.
I smirked. "Actually, I was just doing the opposite. Let's go talk to them," I said, starting across the hall, pulling a very confused George behind me. As we got closer, Lucy looked up, surprised not by George, but by me here too. Carter looked up as well, stopping in the middle of his oh-so riveting tale.
He's lucky he's one of the good Slytherins.
I smiled. "Hey."
She arched her eyebrows. "Hi?" she said.
"Congrats on your placement… George and I here were kind of hoping to have you with us." I said, making George and Lucy look at me as if I had just grown four heads.
"Bullshit," she said, obviously sticking to her American culture. "Four hours ago, you wanted to murder me for what I accidently did to you. Now you're going to stand her and act as if you wanted to be friends all along?" she asks.
Okay…this might be harder than I thought.
"I was overreacting this morning and I shouldn't have done what I did. I hope you can forgive me," I say. Even though this plan is completely false, the words I just blurted out were the only things truthful. I meant every word.
I'm such a softie…
She stared at me, her peculiar golden eyes burning holes into my dull brown ones. After a minute of agonizing silence, she said, "Friends?" holding her hand out in agreement.
I took her small hand in mine and shook it firmly once. "Friends."
Gotcha.
"I remember how we first met and we absolutely despised each other," he said.
I smiled. "Yeah, I don't think I'll ever forget that day."
"Mean either," he agreed. "That was the day I met the girl I wanted to be with forever."
Always a thanks for reading! Comment for suggestions! :) -Em
