Author's Note: Oh. My. Goodness. I feel like a butthead. It has been…kind of a long time since I updated, eh? Well, I'm sorry. I've been very busy with preparing to attend college a year early, a new baby nephew, work, and my sister's complications with her pregnancy. (Just had a nephew and now my niece was trying to come out early…not so good.) But things have settled down and I PROMISE more regular updates. At least until September when school starts and Emmy reaches her actual due date and I get busy again.
This chapter is for primax, because the review made me smile and Amali-Dark because those pleases must have taken a lifetime.
Chapter Four -- Breakfast
Isabella sat down at the far end of the Gryffindor table wanting nothing more than to eat everything in her sight. Not having dinner the night before was catching up with her, as she was a girl who averaged four meals a day plus snacks. She could hear Lavender and Parvati (the two girls she shared a room with) giggling as they walked by her. She distinctly heard one of them say "It's not like she needs all of that extra food, is it?" as they went by. Isabella tried to ignore them and go back to her food, but suddenly looking at her plateful of food she felt less hungry. In fact she felt sick.
To take her mind off of the sudden feeling of nauseous ness that was coming over her, Isabella looked over her class schedule. It appeared she wouldn't be having a class with her father until the following day, which gave her some time to think about what to say and how to act. Then again, Isabella reasoned with herself, I should probably go and talk to him at some point tonight, seeing as he is my father. Or maybe I should just change my last name and let him pretend we don't know each other. He'd like that.
Lost in her own self pity Isabella barely noticed when Hermione, Ron, and Harry sat down in the seats around her. It wasn't until Hermione spoke that she fully realized they were there.
"Oh, is that your schedule? Can I see?" Isabella nodded and handed the parchment over to Hermione who made an excited squeaking noise. "You and I are going to be in just about every class together, I think! Even Ancient Runes! This will be fun, Ron and Harry aren't in that with me so it's always been quite loneso - Ronald! Chew with your mouth closed!" Harry started laughing when Ron and Hermione began bickering and he leaned over the table to talk to her.
"Those two are always fighting, but don't take it too seriously. They like it that way." Isabella nodded, and couldn't resist asking, "Are they like…together?" Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes. "They really ought to be but they're too stubborn to admit they like each other. They let their guard down once during the Final Battle and kissed, but keep pretending like it never happened." Isabella laughed with Harry this time and he settled back into his seat. Suddenly feeling hungry again, Isabella began piling food onto her plate and ate it all with great gusto. The rest of breakfast she spent talking to the three Gryffindor students her father hated the most, and for the first time since she found out she would be transferring to Hogwarts, she was almost optimistic about the year ahead.