Where The Hell Am I?
I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a really long time. My teacher love giving us homework- I'm trying to find a new hobby for them all ideas are welcome. I am so sorry that I had to go on hiatus with no notice. I Hope you all had a great Christmas and Happy New Years. Also most of this story changes a bit from 3rd person into Sabrina's POV.
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Chapter 4: Meet the Slytherins
Recap:
"I guess we can squeeze you into Slytherin House for the night…"
"Why do I have a feeling that that is one heck of a bad idea" asked Puck…
…And for the second time that night Puck and Sabrina found themselves following the billowing robe of Dumbledore…
After what seemed like an age, Dumbledore finally stopped in front of what looked like a dungeon door. He led them through and then through another door, to a portrait hanging on the wall.
"Well, are thanks for the tour, but is there any chance that I can get some sleep now?" asked Sabrina.
"Miss Grimm, this is where you, together with Mr. Goodfellow… will be sleeping."
"In a picture, cool" said Puck nodding as Sabrina shrieked
"I'm not sleeping in the same place with that, that…BLASTED FAERY"
"Hey Stinkpot, I'm not to thrilled about it either but do you see me complaining about it? No!"
Puck then turned to Dumbledore and in a hushed whisper asked,
"But seriously, do I have to share the same room with her. Come on, I'm a king, I'm royalty, the most awesome person alive and she's just a…a…a peasant. It just ain't gonna work."
"Excuse me buster, I'm right here you know. I can hear what you're saying" snarled said "peasant".
"Hehe, yeah I was kinda hoping you wouldn't hear that" Puck said sheepishly.
Sabrina sighed.
"Fine I'll sleep in the same place as that incompetent twit, but two things, one, I won't my own room and second, how the heck are we even going to even fit in that thing in the first place?" she asked him.
Dumbledore just smiled and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like extreme pureblood.
He turned back to the two "I won't be a minuet" he said. He turned back to the portrait and to Puck and Sabrina's surprise started talking to the picture.
"Good evening Sir Morose. I have something that might take your mind off things. We have two guests who will be spending the night here if that is alright with you."
To Puck and Sabrina's surprise the portrait looked down at them and said in the gloomiest voice that they had ever heard.
"Oh, is that is. I doubt it will. They tell me I used to be one of the most intelligent wizards of my time. Now look at what I've been reduced to, serving as a bed and breakfast for teenagers who don't even know how to dress properly. Besides, why are they staying here anyway? They don't look like students to me."
Dumbledore replied, "That's because they aren't. They are visiting from America and they accidentally dropped in".
"Literally" mumbled Puck.
Sabrina rolled her eyes at him and then turned back to the portrait who was now going on dejectedly about something or other. She wondered how one picture could be so gloomy and depressed, though she thought life would be quite boring if you spent your days locked up in a picture in a dungeon. She came out of her reverie when she heard Dumbledore saying that they really must get going, as they were all very tired.
"Goodbye, we'll probably never meet again so don't bother looking for me though you probably don't care. Though why I'm telling you this I don't know, nobody cares what I say…"
The portrait's voice died away as they climbed through it and entered a room that was completely filled with green, silver and black, but other then that there were no other colours to be seen.
"That has to be the gloomiest portrait I have ever met. Actually it is the ONLY portrait I've met." Puck shook his head trying to clear his head.
"All the portraits around here have P.P.s (people personalities) Sir Morose is just one of the…more depressed portraits around. The others got so annoyed with him always being so pessimistic that the only place we could find that didn't really disturb anyone was down here in front of the Slytherin common room. Even so, I don't think the Slytherins are to happy about it" sighed Dumbledore looking sadly back at the place were they had just come from moments before.
He shook his head and said, "Well then, I hope everything is to your satisfactory, now I think it's best if you toddle off to bed and put on a nightcap as they say. Now don't forget to wake up early, as you'll need to be sorted. Goodnight"
And with that he sailed out of the room leaving two very confused teens to stand gaping after him. They looked at each other and then came to their senses and chased after him.
"Hey, wait up old man." Shouted Puck.
"Yeah, you haven't told us where were sleeping yet." Yelled Sabrina.
"And what do you mean need to be sorted?" Bellowed Puck.
"It's to late. He's gone. You'll never see him again. You'll just have to suffer with it as I have for…."started Sir Morose
"Oh, shut up will you, you senile old coot. Nobody wants to hear you whinge and whine and carry on like a 3 year old," snapped Puck.
The portrait huffed and started to walk out of his frame.
"Wait!" Sabrina called. "What's the password? Oh come on we need to get back in"
The picture sniffed.
"I don't know, you're the ones who are supposed to tell me that. But of course nobody cares what I say, I'm useless I tell you, useless…."Puck glared daggers at the picture's back as it walked out of it's frame.
"Oh smart one, Puck, smart one. You just had to go and upset him didn't you? Now thanks to you, we're stuck in a castle in ENGLAND, with no way that we know of to go back, my family is probably worried sick, we're getting SORTED whatever that is and then to cap it off we're stuck in a dungeon in front of an empty portrait that is supposed to be were we WERE going to sleep tonight, and you had to go and…" Sabrina never got to finish her rant as a cool voice stopped her.
"Is everything okay here?" a smooth, deep voice said behind her.
Sabrina turned to find two boys had gathered around them during her rant, and were watching the pair with interest. She had to admit that they were the most gorgeous boys she had ever seen standing in front of her. She looked at the one who had spoken. He was around 6ft 3 and was extremely pale with white blonde hair. Through his black robe she could see the faint outline of his muscles and when she looked up into his aristocratic face she saw a pointed but strong jaw. His eyes were a stormy grey framed by long lashes that on anyone but him would look out of place. His eyes held a look of determination, cunning and pride. His lips were twisted into a wry smirk as he looked at her. His stance was what threw her most though. It was a stance that held pride and arrogance and was as lithe and supple as a snake. She could immediately tell that he was the epitome of Slytherin house.
Behind him stood another boy who obviously had Italian traits as he had tanned olive skin, high cheekbones and dark brown hair that looked black. Thick eyelashes framed his dark brown eyes that were slanted and held a look of cunning and amusement and his mouth was turned up into a small smirk while he lazily twirled what looked like a wand in his right hand.
He was smaller then the blonde boy (about 6ft 2 Sabrina guessed) and his entire being were surrounded by a mysterious but mischievous attitude.
Together they were obviously the leaders of their house and boy did they know it.
Puck was the first to come out of his stupor and not quite trusting the new comers he took a slightly protective stance in front Sabrina before replying.
"Well the old guy said we were staying here and then walked out before he told us where and come on lets face it, if I have to sleep in the same place as barf brain here I demand to at least have a good nights rest."
Sabrina came out of her daze and pushed Puck out of the way.
"Yeah anyway, he walked out and we chased after him but he didn't tell us the password and old grumble bum over there isn't any help at all so we have no idea how to get in at all" she finished in one breath.
The pale boy opened his mouth to speak, when a high pitched female voice that reminded Sabrina of a chipmunk who had sucked in a vast amount of helium and was trying to sing opera while only managing to give everybody around her a headache about the size of Mt Everest while making their ears bleed, came running up to the four teens screeching
"DRACKIE! I MISSED YOU SOOO MUCH. WHERE WERE YOU AT DINNER? I WAS WAITING FOR YOU FOR SOOO LONG AND YOU NEVER TURNED UP TO SEE ME AND I'M VERY UPSET" she then turned to the Italian who had a pained look on his face and was trying unsuccessfully to block her voice out. "BLAISEYWAISY" The Italian grimaced at her pet name for him. "WHY DIDN'T YOU DELIVER DRAKIE TO ME, YOU SAID YOU WOULD BUT YOU DIDN'T AND …"
Sabrina listened to the girl's screeching and winced. She took the time to study the girls' features and notices her looks and her voice was two completely different things. She was 5ft 8 and had a face which resembled a pug. Her long back hair that fell down to just under her shoulders and her green eyes were focused solely on the two boys in front of her. Her mouth was moving with an incredible speed and judging by the two boy's faces in front of her, whose expressions held a mixture of pain and boredom they both looked as if they wished they were as far away as possible from this girl. She guessed this girl did this a lot.
"If this is what it usually is around here, I hope I don't get in Slytherin" Sabrina thought.
She looked over at Puck who looked as stunned as she did. He turned and met her gaze as she mouthed at him with disbelief and amusement written across her face.
"DRACKIE? BLAISEYWAISY? SERIOUSLY, IS SHE FOR REAL?"
He just nodded dumbfounded still not believing that this was really happening to him.
The girl had finally shut up and had noticed the two new comers still staring at her. She frowned at Sabrina and snapped at her.
"What are you staring at Mudblood? Or are you a Pureblood?" she added as an afterthought.
As Sabrina continued to stare at her she grew impatient and snapped at Sabrina
"What, are you deaf or something? I said are you-"
"Yeah I heard you the first time" Sabrina said sarcastically "I was just wondering when you decided you were going to speak English?"
"Pug-face" as Sabrina had nicknamed her, looked as if she had been slapped in the face while Drakie and BlaiseyWaisy looked as if they were trying not to laugh. Puck just stood there with an amused grin on his face watching Sabrina as she looked at Pug-face in annoyance.
"Whatever" Ms. Snot –Pucks name for her, sniffed and then noticed Puck. Her expression changed immediately. She flashed him a sultry grin and sidled up to him seductively trailing her hands up his arms.
"Hullo there handsome, I don't think I've seen you around here before."
Her voice was laced with so much sugar that it made Sabrina want to throw up. She looked on as Pansy shamelessly flirted with Puck who looked as if he wanted to be a thousand miles away from her.
She turned back to the two boys.
"Sorry about her, she does that to anyone who is a male and if your new here-it's even worse. My name is Blaise Zabini by the way and not that bloody ridiculous nickname she gave me. This here is Draco Malfoy." The blonde nodded towards her hearing his name. "The screaming pug over there is Pansy Parkinson, Draco's "Girlfriend".
Before Sabrina could respond Draco interrupted.
"For god's sake Blaise she's not my girlfriend. Never has and never will be."
Sabrina noticed that he said the word 'Girlfriend' with such distaste and venom as if it were something that had been left on the ground by Elvis after sausages.
"Uh huh, and what about the Yule Ball last year. That didn't look like just nothing". Commented Blaise.
"Will you just shut up about that" yelled Draco.
"Aww did I make poor Dwakey angry. Don't worry, your father will hear about this."
"CAN'T YOU JUST PIPE DOWN"
"No sorry, I left my pipe in the dormitory"
Sabrina looked between the two of them before finally stopping feeling as if she had been watching one of the tennis matches she had once caught Granny watching. She suddenly found a new sense of respect for the referees who watched the match.
Finally when she was sure her headache couldn't get any worse than it already was, Pansy turned around and….
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