Chapter Four: First Contact.
"what a bunch of wierdos." snarled Nina and sliced through her rare stake.
"says you." Issac mumbled, still embarrassed by his performance in front of the whole of Hogwarts.
Nina snorted through her pert nose, "this is why I intend on avoiding contact with humans my whole life."
the chunk of beef in front of Issac had lost its appeal, he couldn't concentrate on anything; Issac was usually very good at refusing blood but he had missed about three weeks worth of self-control lesson so now he was worrying for his sanity.
"that would be a very long time." Issac smiled softly at his best friend.
"if I am away from humans, than I am away from temptaion." Nina replied calmly and licked the blood off her fingers, "we can not all be like you, Issac, never attending classes and still able to refuse White Stallion blood."
Issac shrugged, "it's in my flesh."
Nina didn't reply, she was concentrating too hard on her food to talk any more, so Issac looked around the hall; all the students were sorted into four different houses – in Noirvast all students were in the same house, since they would end up destroying each other if they were in rival teams for 200 years – and there was food mountained high in front of each of them.
On the green table Issac noticed the blond boy who had shouted some stuff about telling his dad or something but he was boring to watch as he obviously told a lie.
The pupils on the yellow table seemed calmer than the rest of the hall.
The blue pupils were in deep convocations in groups of threes and fours and seemed to be more mature than all of them.
Finally the red pupils seemed slightly rowdy but appeared to be having more fun but then Issac saw that black haired boy who had been at the front of the group when he had made a spectical of himself.
Suddenly the boy looked up and their eyes locked; the boy had bright green eyes, not like his, the boy's had more pain and more life, like he had lived more than he should have in a young life but there was something intreging about him.
"back in a minuet." Issac whispered to Nina as he stood, quieter than before.
As he past people they stopped eating or talking but ignored them, his eyes set on the green eyed boy; his ginger friend noticed Issac before the boy did.
The boy turned to face Issac and he gave him a dazzling smile, his diamond like teeth sparkling even in the dull light, "hello." Issac said pleasently, never taking his eyes from the other boy's.
"um, hi." the boy frowned slightly.
Then there was the awkward pause, Issac hadn't really planned ahead of that moment, he hadn't even planned on that moment if he was honest with himself, after all he had already been introduced and his reason for even coming over was lame.
But Issac was saved from another embarrassing episode by an angel; a slightly rounded face angel with a boring brown haircut but still an angel to Issac.
"hello, I'm Neville Longbottom." the boy said kindly.
"nice to meet you." Issac shook Neville's hand.
"i thought vampires were scary but you seem almost..." Neville seemed to lose his words.
Issac laughed, "almost human?" Neville looked embarrassed, "most of my professors say that too."
by the time he had finished talking most of the red table were watching them talk with interest, "want to sit with us?" Neville asked.
Issac was definatly beginning to like Neville Longbottom, taking a deep breath Issac found out things he needed to know; Neville was from a pureblood background, struggled with Charms, loved plants and his pet frog and had a strong heart. Yes, Issac defiantly liked Neville.
The green-eyed boy shifted across so Issac could sit, he quickly realised that all eyes were still on him; there were a pair of red haired twins sitting across the table from him.
"So..." one of the right started.
"are you human?" his twin finished.
The whole table lent forwards and Issac felt what little blood was left in him rise to his cheeks, "no, I'm a vampire." he told them and everyone lent back slightly, "i am actually one hundred and fifty years old."
"but you look our age." the green eyed boy finally spoke and Issac turned to him.
Suddenly Issac felt something stir deep within himself as he looked into the eternal eyes, it was wonderful sort of light feeling and he half wondered if the other boy felt it too.
"yes, well, um, I've looked this age for a while." Issac admitted, "I didn't catch your name."
"that's because he didn't throw it at you." spat his ginger friend.
"Ron!" scolded a bushy brown haired girl on the other side of the ginger boy.
"my name is Harry Potter." the green eyed boy told Issac.
"sounds familuar." Issac mumbled.
"you never heard of Harry Potter?" Neville asked and Issac could feel the colour rise in Harry's cheeks, not his own.
"lightning bolt scar?" one of the twins tried.
"messy black hair?" the other asked.
"pure heart of courage?" the first twin tried again.
"defeated Voldermort when he was just one?" Neville dropped his voice low when he said that.
Issac smiled, "oh, I've heard of him but I kind of skipped that book, it looked kind of boring." he laughed.
"well, that's a first." Harry said happily.
Issac suddenly felt a chill as he felt Nina's glaring eyes on him but he quickly brushed it off as he looked at all the human food laid out on the table; of course Issac couldn't smell the food, as a purer than pure vampire his sense of smell was for blood and deciphering things about people and not for actually smelling food.
But it did all look more appetising than the stakes he usually ate; quickly dipping his finger a bowl of white, creamy stuff and licked it off. It tasted weird, salty and creamy with a flavour that clung behind on his tongue for a bit.
"yum." Issac commented, "what is it?" he asked Neville.
"mash potato." Neville told him with a grin, "enjoy it while you can, desert will be here in a bit."