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Meliti replied,"Well, obviously I don't believe her. She's a bad liar. I'm just wondering what could have been bad enough to make Dumbledore leave." She sat back, being done with her little tirade, as it seemed to her. She re-thought over what she had said and thought to herself,"Way to state the obvious!"
Asriel joined in the conversation. They all were basically thinking the same things. He glanced over at the Gryffindor table and spotted Potter. "Hey guys," he addressed the group, "Look at Potter, Granger, and Weasely. They're going to go save the day again." he thought for a second and added quietly, "We really might need them this time."
Nevar snorted. "Yeah, that's them alright. I thought they'd already established their reputation here, but no, looks like they've got to go being the good little heroes again, hm?" Suddenly Hermione saw them looking over at them and her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Nevar smiled something like a sneer at her (which rather reminded Hermione of a Slytherin) and he waved. She glared at him and turned around again, speaking to her two friends quickly. Nevar waved a hand dismissively. "We don't need them. Ravenclaws have never had the chance to shine while being in their shadow." He smiled gamely as he looked at everyone else. "Why don't we try and save the day this time? Get Ravenclaws the respect they deserve. Everyone knows Ravenclaws *are* the smartest of all the houses." He had a slight spark in his eye as he spoke. "I'm serious, here, people." Sirea raised her eyeborws at him. "Well, sounds good, I guess. We just have to get more information before them." She grinned, for once, catching in the spirit of adventure. "And there's more of us, than them. And you're right, Nevar--we are smarter than them." Before anyone could say anything else, McGonagall, who had been in deep conversation with the other professors, stood and spoke. "Now then, students, may I have your attention once again?" Reluctantly the hall quieted. McGonagall surveyed the students shrewdly as she continued. "I will be the acting Headmistress of Hogwarts until Professor Dumbledore gets back," the students supresed groans for their want of hearing more about Dumbledore. "Which I'm sure will be soon." Both Sirea and Nevar caught the false smile and worried frown above her eyes. "Well, it is getting late and I'm sure you have waited long enough, so let us eat and then we can all go to sleep." At that moment, the food started appearing quickly on the tables, as though it had been impatient to arrive. Sirea started eating slowly. Looking up as she reached for a roll, she saw Emy sitting quietly across the table from her, looking somehwat shy and out-of-place. She couldn't blame her--everyone here had adjusted easily to eveyone's presence and no one had said anything to Emy. Sirea knew what that felt like, so she tried a smile, which turned out rather weak. "Hey, why so quiet? Got any ideas on what's going on?" Sirea asked her. "Anything could help us."
Mike stood up and stretched his legs. He was tired of sitting down. But as he stood up, everyone else was starting to sit down and eat. Mike turned around to sit down, but was pushed out of the way by a heavy short guy with wavy brown hair, who then sat down in his seat. Mike grew angry, and was about to raise his voice, but thought the better of it. Mike sighed and looked for another seat. Emy had sat near the others from the compartment, and they were all talking together. Mike, who had never felt lonely before, did now. He had never felt lonely because there never was anyone there in the first place. He did now though, probably as a result of the ride in the cmpartment when he actually spoke. He sighed sadly, and reluctantly decided to sit near the people from thier compartment. ~**~**~**~ How would the little potter boy feel when all his fame was taken away by a ravenclaw or two. Awwww.... poor little thing. Emy laughed at herself. She smiled at Sirea thankfully, and answered, "At first instinct, I had believed McGonagall, but I don't anymore. Especially because of that huge fake smile she gave us all just a minute ago. That was SO obviously fake, it's not even funny. And I agree with what you guys are saying. She made a big mistake by slipping and saying safe instead of soon. And I would *so* like to see the looks on potter, weasly, and granger's faces when, not if, someone from ravenclaw steals their fame. It's always been about them or the Slytherins. Those brave Gryfindors! Those sneaky Slytherins! We combine both the house's pro's into an ultimate house where we will rule the school someday, if we get the chance. I dont know what's going on here, but I know how to find out. We got Cho, from the quiditch team, and Harry would do *anything* for her. She could easily be our spy." Emy ended her long "speech" and looked around. They might not agree with her, or even have listened to her. She shrunk in her chair, especially after seeing Mike had come up and sit next to Sirea. At least he wasnt sitting next to her... ~**~**~**~ Mike had listened to Emy, and spoke to confirm to the others his presense there. "Hey, you guys think maybe there is a connection between the two strange happenings? I mean, Snape and Dumbledore...both gone now... Isnt there usually SOME kinda connection between two huge mysterious happenings at Hogwarts?" Mike immediately blushed at talking so easily like that. Oh well, he wouldn't say anything again for a while. They didn't want him talking to him anyway probably. He dug into the huge plates of food that surrounded him on the table. He was hungry.
Asriel began eating. After he finished a rather large bite of delicious food, he said, "Yeah, there probably is a connection. I mean, I did hear that Snape is a former Death-Eater. If there is a connection, then whatevers going on is definitely bad. Very bad. Oh, and yeah, I think Ravenclaws definitely do need some of the glory. But, about Cho being a spy, I don't know if she'd do it. I think she really does like Potter. What do all of you think?" he continued eating as he waited for a reply.
Meliti quietly ate her food, wondering if she should volunteer an opinion. She took a sip of her drink and the warmth filled her with confidence. She spoke up and said, "I agree with Asriel. I mean, about Cho. Besides, why do we need a spy? We're Ravenclaws, the smart ones. We can find things out and figure them out on our own." she took a bite of a buttered roll and waited for others to speak.
Nevar glanced at Emy. "I kind of agree... I don't think Cho wouldn't be the spying type." Nevar drew himself up in his seat. "After all, Ravenclaws are observers. I'd hate to sink as low as a Slytherin." He sneered at the thought.
Meanwhile, Sirea was watching Mike out of the corner of her eye. She could tell he was embarrassed.
As Nevar spoke, she built up the nerve to speak to him. She was unusually nervous around him. "I think you're right... I mean about the connection. Maybe Snape got into some sort of trouble for being a former death-eater and not returning to Vmort. Dumbledore values Snape; maybe he went to go look for him? Help him out or something..." As she took another bire of food she saw Harry glance over at their table, and Ron gave them a dirty look. It seemed they knew he game that was going on. "Oh yeah," Sirea muttered. "We definately have to figure this out before them."
Emy saw people glancing at her, and so she tried to make up for her stupid mistake. "What I meant was that she might value her house enough to help us get information. I mean, if we got her to walk behind Potter and them, we could walk with her naturally, and they wouldn't be suspicious." Emy shrugged. "It doesn't really matter too much how we get the information I guess, just as long as we get it." She blushed a deep red when she said this though. She didnt want people to think she was some kind of airhead ditz person, because she really wasn't. She didn't think she was anyway... But she wanted to scream! She took a deep breath. Cho *was* a Ravenclaw. Besides, it *would* be useful. She would just walk with Harry and all, and anyone could easily walk behind, because it would be normal for Ravenclaws to stick together. What was so wrong with using the resources you have? Emy wanted to scream at them and yell at them, and point out that they shouldn't be so shallow-minded and just discard anything that meant that they didn't do anything directly. UGH! Besides, she didn't hear any OTHER geniuses speaking up! Emy could sense herhelf getting mad, and took several deep breaths. She knew she shouldn't get so mad, but she couldn't help it. She never could. But something helped her to keep back all of her anger from bursting out at least. She knew if she retorted something, she would probably lose them as friends. And instead of blowing up, she forced a fake smile, and glanced around like nothing was wrong, as the blush stuck to her face like glue.
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Mike could see Emy getting embarrassed, and rather angry, so he decided to say something. "Well, I think we should come up with a bunch of ideas, then just choose the best one." "You mean like brainstorming?" Emy asked, acting like he was stupid in her anger. "Exactly..." Mike replied, wary of her mood. "We don't have to decide right here and now." He added hastily, "Especially since Potter probably doesn't have any more clues than us." Mike glanced at Emy, who was smiling again, her eyes even though her sparkling blue eyes were unusually dull. He looked to the others to see what they thought anyways, feeling kind of guilty to Emy's anger and embarrasment, though it wasn't like he could've done anything... He glanced at Sirea, thinking there was something different about her that was...strange to him. He quickly looked away in case there was someone watching him, like Emy. He didnt want people to get the wrong impression. He looked down at his plate, and took several bites of the lightly seasoned meat that sat in front of him. Asriel said, "Yeah, maybe Dumbledore is going to save Snape, but it's also possible that Snape went undercover and his cover wasn't blown. Maybe it was him that sent the message to Dummbledore and Snape was tipping him off about an attack or something. I know that's a lot of guesswork, but it kind of makes sense to me. I mean, You-Know-Who can only wait so long before attacking. Of course, it's not like Fudge is doing anything to stop him. He's trying to Keep it "hush-hush" that You-know-who is back. How long does he think he can keep something that big a secret?" Asriel finished his long speech and got seconds. That train ride had made him hungry. ~***~ Meliti was eating her dessert. She didn't eat much dinner, so she was almost done. She took a bite of the delicious chocolate cake and waited until done chewing before saying, "Yeah, that does make sense, but we have no way of knowing which theory is right. We should do some investigating before really deciding anything." The shy girl was getting a little more comfortable with talking to these people and voicing her opinion. Once again, she wondered where Adyled, her friend, was. She shrugged it off, figuring she would find out later.
Sirea rose with the rest of the people at her bench. It was finally time to go back to the dorms and go to sleep. Silently she thanked the Lord.
Before she left, though, Nevar made an announcement. "Everyone, I say we meet in the library tomorrow--before dinner." Sirea nodded so everyone could see and then she left the table.
As she began to walk slowly back to the dorms, waiting until most of the other students passed her and the hall were less crowded, she thought back on everything they had discussed. They just had to get to the bottom of everything... ~*~*~*~*~*~ Emy yawned. It had been such a long day. It seemed like weeks ago when she was riding easily on the train with her friends. But now she had met other people. And those people were meeting before dinner tomorrow night in the library. She was really tired now, and decided she would ask for her schedule tomorrow. Emy walked down the hall, being thrown about by the huge group of people walking the same way as her. Eventually the houses all went their separate ways, and the crowd thinned out. There was a commotion of some sort behind her in the hallway. She glanced back but couldn't see anything. She shrugged. She got to the "dead end" of the hallway, where their entrance was. A prefect shouted loudly, "The password this week is 'newcomers'. Remember it, like always." The prefect put her hand to the marble floor, and said again, "newcomer" and the floor dropped out. There were ooooh's and aaaah's from the first years, like always, and Emy rolled her eyes, even though she herself remembered when she did the same. She smiled in spite of herself. She went into the common room, too tired to take in the details like she usually did when she first arrived back. She went to the room she shared with the other fourth years, and put her things down. She collapsed into bed. ~**~**~**~ Mike quickly finished eating. He was trying to finish the delicious chocolate cake that was on the dish in front of him. After almost the entire table was empty of people, he decided to leave the dregs of the cake there and leave, so he didn't miss the password. He walked as fast as he could trying to catch up with the rest of his house. A few stray first years were on the verge of tears, but luckily, a few prefects showed up, and there was no problem. Mike was glad, he wouldn't have wanted to help them. He scolded himself for being so coldhearted, but the rushed off to catch up with the last of the house turning the corner at the end of the hallway. "Oh shit..." he muttered, jogging to catch up. Finally, he caught up with his house, and walked the rest of the way to the entrance. When he got to the entrance, he was stuck waiting to get in. Luckily, the prefect in charge got a line formed to wait, but Mike was stuck at the very end. There was a short blonde in front of her, who was chatting nonstop to her two friends about some commotion that had took place in the hallway before. Mike wondered briefly what they were talking about, but didn't worry too much. He did want to know what the password was however. There was a loud voice at the front of the line, but it all seemed like mumbling to him at the end. He frowned, but soon the password was whispered all down the line. 'newcomer' was the new password. "appropriate." he thought, "in many ways." He was a newcomer to others, the new headmisstress, the new first years. Yeah, it fit well.He made a breathing noise, laughing at himself. He must've been more tired than he thought, because his brain was obviously on the fritz. Mike shrugged, just wanting to get into his room, and be at his home once again. He sighed, impatient. He couldn't wait to get to his room again. Feel the sun shining through the little window near his bed. Doshaw sitting next to him purring... The line started to move a little, but not much. Nonetheless, it starlted his from his daydream back into the loud hot hallway where people were pushing and shoving trying to get into their quarters. Mike smiled. It did them no good. It would do him none either, especially since he was at the back of the line. He sighed again, as the line inched along. Tomorrow, in the library, before dinner... At this exact time, as Mike was thinking ahead to the next day, Emy was fast asleep in her bed.
*~~* *evil smile* The next chapter is veeeeeeery interesting, and I will get it to you all asap. I will be sure to make it shorter, because you'll want to concentrate on it.... Hehehe, am I holding you all in suspense? lol. Probably not.... *~~* O, and btw, thanks to ALL of our reviewers, yes, even the ones who didn't realize these characters weren't in JKRowling's books... Because even they at least let us know they read it.
Meliti replied,"Well, obviously I don't believe her. She's a bad liar. I'm just wondering what could have been bad enough to make Dumbledore leave." She sat back, being done with her little tirade, as it seemed to her. She re-thought over what she had said and thought to herself,"Way to state the obvious!"
Asriel joined in the conversation. They all were basically thinking the same things. He glanced over at the Gryffindor table and spotted Potter. "Hey guys," he addressed the group, "Look at Potter, Granger, and Weasely. They're going to go save the day again." he thought for a second and added quietly, "We really might need them this time."
Nevar snorted. "Yeah, that's them alright. I thought they'd already established their reputation here, but no, looks like they've got to go being the good little heroes again, hm?" Suddenly Hermione saw them looking over at them and her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Nevar smiled something like a sneer at her (which rather reminded Hermione of a Slytherin) and he waved. She glared at him and turned around again, speaking to her two friends quickly. Nevar waved a hand dismissively. "We don't need them. Ravenclaws have never had the chance to shine while being in their shadow." He smiled gamely as he looked at everyone else. "Why don't we try and save the day this time? Get Ravenclaws the respect they deserve. Everyone knows Ravenclaws *are* the smartest of all the houses." He had a slight spark in his eye as he spoke. "I'm serious, here, people." Sirea raised her eyeborws at him. "Well, sounds good, I guess. We just have to get more information before them." She grinned, for once, catching in the spirit of adventure. "And there's more of us, than them. And you're right, Nevar--we are smarter than them." Before anyone could say anything else, McGonagall, who had been in deep conversation with the other professors, stood and spoke. "Now then, students, may I have your attention once again?" Reluctantly the hall quieted. McGonagall surveyed the students shrewdly as she continued. "I will be the acting Headmistress of Hogwarts until Professor Dumbledore gets back," the students supresed groans for their want of hearing more about Dumbledore. "Which I'm sure will be soon." Both Sirea and Nevar caught the false smile and worried frown above her eyes. "Well, it is getting late and I'm sure you have waited long enough, so let us eat and then we can all go to sleep." At that moment, the food started appearing quickly on the tables, as though it had been impatient to arrive. Sirea started eating slowly. Looking up as she reached for a roll, she saw Emy sitting quietly across the table from her, looking somehwat shy and out-of-place. She couldn't blame her--everyone here had adjusted easily to eveyone's presence and no one had said anything to Emy. Sirea knew what that felt like, so she tried a smile, which turned out rather weak. "Hey, why so quiet? Got any ideas on what's going on?" Sirea asked her. "Anything could help us."
Mike stood up and stretched his legs. He was tired of sitting down. But as he stood up, everyone else was starting to sit down and eat. Mike turned around to sit down, but was pushed out of the way by a heavy short guy with wavy brown hair, who then sat down in his seat. Mike grew angry, and was about to raise his voice, but thought the better of it. Mike sighed and looked for another seat. Emy had sat near the others from the compartment, and they were all talking together. Mike, who had never felt lonely before, did now. He had never felt lonely because there never was anyone there in the first place. He did now though, probably as a result of the ride in the cmpartment when he actually spoke. He sighed sadly, and reluctantly decided to sit near the people from thier compartment. ~**~**~**~ How would the little potter boy feel when all his fame was taken away by a ravenclaw or two. Awwww.... poor little thing. Emy laughed at herself. She smiled at Sirea thankfully, and answered, "At first instinct, I had believed McGonagall, but I don't anymore. Especially because of that huge fake smile she gave us all just a minute ago. That was SO obviously fake, it's not even funny. And I agree with what you guys are saying. She made a big mistake by slipping and saying safe instead of soon. And I would *so* like to see the looks on potter, weasly, and granger's faces when, not if, someone from ravenclaw steals their fame. It's always been about them or the Slytherins. Those brave Gryfindors! Those sneaky Slytherins! We combine both the house's pro's into an ultimate house where we will rule the school someday, if we get the chance. I dont know what's going on here, but I know how to find out. We got Cho, from the quiditch team, and Harry would do *anything* for her. She could easily be our spy." Emy ended her long "speech" and looked around. They might not agree with her, or even have listened to her. She shrunk in her chair, especially after seeing Mike had come up and sit next to Sirea. At least he wasnt sitting next to her... ~**~**~**~ Mike had listened to Emy, and spoke to confirm to the others his presense there. "Hey, you guys think maybe there is a connection between the two strange happenings? I mean, Snape and Dumbledore...both gone now... Isnt there usually SOME kinda connection between two huge mysterious happenings at Hogwarts?" Mike immediately blushed at talking so easily like that. Oh well, he wouldn't say anything again for a while. They didn't want him talking to him anyway probably. He dug into the huge plates of food that surrounded him on the table. He was hungry.
Asriel began eating. After he finished a rather large bite of delicious food, he said, "Yeah, there probably is a connection. I mean, I did hear that Snape is a former Death-Eater. If there is a connection, then whatevers going on is definitely bad. Very bad. Oh, and yeah, I think Ravenclaws definitely do need some of the glory. But, about Cho being a spy, I don't know if she'd do it. I think she really does like Potter. What do all of you think?" he continued eating as he waited for a reply.
Meliti quietly ate her food, wondering if she should volunteer an opinion. She took a sip of her drink and the warmth filled her with confidence. She spoke up and said, "I agree with Asriel. I mean, about Cho. Besides, why do we need a spy? We're Ravenclaws, the smart ones. We can find things out and figure them out on our own." she took a bite of a buttered roll and waited for others to speak.
Nevar glanced at Emy. "I kind of agree... I don't think Cho wouldn't be the spying type." Nevar drew himself up in his seat. "After all, Ravenclaws are observers. I'd hate to sink as low as a Slytherin." He sneered at the thought.
Meanwhile, Sirea was watching Mike out of the corner of her eye. She could tell he was embarrassed.
As Nevar spoke, she built up the nerve to speak to him. She was unusually nervous around him. "I think you're right... I mean about the connection. Maybe Snape got into some sort of trouble for being a former death-eater and not returning to Vmort. Dumbledore values Snape; maybe he went to go look for him? Help him out or something..." As she took another bire of food she saw Harry glance over at their table, and Ron gave them a dirty look. It seemed they knew he game that was going on. "Oh yeah," Sirea muttered. "We definately have to figure this out before them."
Emy saw people glancing at her, and so she tried to make up for her stupid mistake. "What I meant was that she might value her house enough to help us get information. I mean, if we got her to walk behind Potter and them, we could walk with her naturally, and they wouldn't be suspicious." Emy shrugged. "It doesn't really matter too much how we get the information I guess, just as long as we get it." She blushed a deep red when she said this though. She didnt want people to think she was some kind of airhead ditz person, because she really wasn't. She didn't think she was anyway... But she wanted to scream! She took a deep breath. Cho *was* a Ravenclaw. Besides, it *would* be useful. She would just walk with Harry and all, and anyone could easily walk behind, because it would be normal for Ravenclaws to stick together. What was so wrong with using the resources you have? Emy wanted to scream at them and yell at them, and point out that they shouldn't be so shallow-minded and just discard anything that meant that they didn't do anything directly. UGH! Besides, she didn't hear any OTHER geniuses speaking up! Emy could sense herhelf getting mad, and took several deep breaths. She knew she shouldn't get so mad, but she couldn't help it. She never could. But something helped her to keep back all of her anger from bursting out at least. She knew if she retorted something, she would probably lose them as friends. And instead of blowing up, she forced a fake smile, and glanced around like nothing was wrong, as the blush stuck to her face like glue.
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Mike could see Emy getting embarrassed, and rather angry, so he decided to say something. "Well, I think we should come up with a bunch of ideas, then just choose the best one." "You mean like brainstorming?" Emy asked, acting like he was stupid in her anger. "Exactly..." Mike replied, wary of her mood. "We don't have to decide right here and now." He added hastily, "Especially since Potter probably doesn't have any more clues than us." Mike glanced at Emy, who was smiling again, her eyes even though her sparkling blue eyes were unusually dull. He looked to the others to see what they thought anyways, feeling kind of guilty to Emy's anger and embarrasment, though it wasn't like he could've done anything... He glanced at Sirea, thinking there was something different about her that was...strange to him. He quickly looked away in case there was someone watching him, like Emy. He didnt want people to get the wrong impression. He looked down at his plate, and took several bites of the lightly seasoned meat that sat in front of him. Asriel said, "Yeah, maybe Dumbledore is going to save Snape, but it's also possible that Snape went undercover and his cover wasn't blown. Maybe it was him that sent the message to Dummbledore and Snape was tipping him off about an attack or something. I know that's a lot of guesswork, but it kind of makes sense to me. I mean, You-Know-Who can only wait so long before attacking. Of course, it's not like Fudge is doing anything to stop him. He's trying to Keep it "hush-hush" that You-know-who is back. How long does he think he can keep something that big a secret?" Asriel finished his long speech and got seconds. That train ride had made him hungry. ~***~ Meliti was eating her dessert. She didn't eat much dinner, so she was almost done. She took a bite of the delicious chocolate cake and waited until done chewing before saying, "Yeah, that does make sense, but we have no way of knowing which theory is right. We should do some investigating before really deciding anything." The shy girl was getting a little more comfortable with talking to these people and voicing her opinion. Once again, she wondered where Adyled, her friend, was. She shrugged it off, figuring she would find out later.
Sirea rose with the rest of the people at her bench. It was finally time to go back to the dorms and go to sleep. Silently she thanked the Lord.
Before she left, though, Nevar made an announcement. "Everyone, I say we meet in the library tomorrow--before dinner." Sirea nodded so everyone could see and then she left the table.
As she began to walk slowly back to the dorms, waiting until most of the other students passed her and the hall were less crowded, she thought back on everything they had discussed. They just had to get to the bottom of everything... ~*~*~*~*~*~ Emy yawned. It had been such a long day. It seemed like weeks ago when she was riding easily on the train with her friends. But now she had met other people. And those people were meeting before dinner tomorrow night in the library. She was really tired now, and decided she would ask for her schedule tomorrow. Emy walked down the hall, being thrown about by the huge group of people walking the same way as her. Eventually the houses all went their separate ways, and the crowd thinned out. There was a commotion of some sort behind her in the hallway. She glanced back but couldn't see anything. She shrugged. She got to the "dead end" of the hallway, where their entrance was. A prefect shouted loudly, "The password this week is 'newcomers'. Remember it, like always." The prefect put her hand to the marble floor, and said again, "newcomer" and the floor dropped out. There were ooooh's and aaaah's from the first years, like always, and Emy rolled her eyes, even though she herself remembered when she did the same. She smiled in spite of herself. She went into the common room, too tired to take in the details like she usually did when she first arrived back. She went to the room she shared with the other fourth years, and put her things down. She collapsed into bed. ~**~**~**~ Mike quickly finished eating. He was trying to finish the delicious chocolate cake that was on the dish in front of him. After almost the entire table was empty of people, he decided to leave the dregs of the cake there and leave, so he didn't miss the password. He walked as fast as he could trying to catch up with the rest of his house. A few stray first years were on the verge of tears, but luckily, a few prefects showed up, and there was no problem. Mike was glad, he wouldn't have wanted to help them. He scolded himself for being so coldhearted, but the rushed off to catch up with the last of the house turning the corner at the end of the hallway. "Oh shit..." he muttered, jogging to catch up. Finally, he caught up with his house, and walked the rest of the way to the entrance. When he got to the entrance, he was stuck waiting to get in. Luckily, the prefect in charge got a line formed to wait, but Mike was stuck at the very end. There was a short blonde in front of her, who was chatting nonstop to her two friends about some commotion that had took place in the hallway before. Mike wondered briefly what they were talking about, but didn't worry too much. He did want to know what the password was however. There was a loud voice at the front of the line, but it all seemed like mumbling to him at the end. He frowned, but soon the password was whispered all down the line. 'newcomer' was the new password. "appropriate." he thought, "in many ways." He was a newcomer to others, the new headmisstress, the new first years. Yeah, it fit well.He made a breathing noise, laughing at himself. He must've been more tired than he thought, because his brain was obviously on the fritz. Mike shrugged, just wanting to get into his room, and be at his home once again. He sighed, impatient. He couldn't wait to get to his room again. Feel the sun shining through the little window near his bed. Doshaw sitting next to him purring... The line started to move a little, but not much. Nonetheless, it starlted his from his daydream back into the loud hot hallway where people were pushing and shoving trying to get into their quarters. Mike smiled. It did them no good. It would do him none either, especially since he was at the back of the line. He sighed again, as the line inched along. Tomorrow, in the library, before dinner... At this exact time, as Mike was thinking ahead to the next day, Emy was fast asleep in her bed.
*~~* *evil smile* The next chapter is veeeeeeery interesting, and I will get it to you all asap. I will be sure to make it shorter, because you'll want to concentrate on it.... Hehehe, am I holding you all in suspense? lol. Probably not.... *~~* O, and btw, thanks to ALL of our reviewers, yes, even the ones who didn't realize these characters weren't in JKRowling's books... Because even they at least let us know they read it.