Chapter 4: Confessions
Neville started to write Delaney back. This is the letter he settled on.
Dear Laney,
Guess, what I was sorted into Gryffindor! I was so relieved. My god brother Harry was also sorted into Gryffindor. On the train, Harry and I met this muggle born girl named Hermione Granger when I lost Trevor. She kind of reminds me of you a little being smart and all but she's a little more bossy and a bit showy. Harry's taken quite the shining to her though.
Ron Weasley who is another one of my roommates is a Pureblood. He always plays chess and he hangs out with Harry as well. He doesn't really like Hermione much. He's a ginger like Zach's siblings. My other two roommates are a muggle-born named Dean and a half blood Irish lad named Seamus. So, everyone is basically already paired off into friendships.
I'm left here all by my lonesome. But I have you to talk to. The only classes I really enjoy are Herbology and Charms. The Potions professor scares me out of my mind. I can't concentrate when I'm in his class because of that.
Transfiguration is difficult. Nobody really cares for Historyof Magic unless you're Hermione. Harry is a master at Defense being trained by his 'uncles' Sirius and Remus. And not to mention the Slytherins bully me mainly Draco Malfoy and his posse. I really wish you were here than I would have one friend.
The professor who teaches Herbology, Professsor Sprout would be your head of House if you were sorted into Hufflepuff. The Transfiguratioon professor, McGonagall is my head of house. If you were sorted into Ravenclaw which I wouldn't doubt either, the Charms professor Flitwick would be your head of house. I doubt you would be sorted into Slytherin but if you were the Potions professor, Snape would be your head of house. So, enough about my sad school life. I bet you have loads of friends and get great marks. Like you did in muggle school. How does Wizarding school work in America?
Your friend,
Nev.
He smiled at the end of the letter and then ambled down to the Owlery. He hitched it to an owl and left.
A few days later Delaney was sitting at the breakfast table when an owl flew in.
"Ooh, another letter from your British boyfriend," Delaney's friend Megan teased.
Delaney blushed as she opened the letter. She really felt sorry for her friend. She wished she was there too. Just as the bell rang to start class she finished the letter. Her first class was Charms. The teacher was an older man with kind brown eyes and formerly blonde hair.
"Hello class," He greeted, warmly.
"Good morning."
The class started. It was just a book lesson today. Delaney couldn't keep her mind on the lesson though.
"Is there something bothering you, I noticed you didn't answer a lot of questions today."
Delaney blushed her teachers already knew as the type to answer questions and she answered. "I got a letter from a friend."
"Is it that British boy I hear you talk about?"
Delaney nodded.
"Is everything okay with him?" He asked interested, not to sound creepy or anything. He liked to be friendly with his students.
Delaney sighed and said. "He started school as well, the potions teacher scares him and he's bullied by some of the students."
Mr. Armiger nodded and sighed."I'm sorry to hear that, you really care about this boy don't you?"
"I do, despite being an ocean apart he's my best friend," She smiled.
Mr. Armiger nodded and Delaney was excused.
Little did Delaney know Mr. Armiger had connections to England namely a distant cousin in one Minerva McGonagall.