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A/N: Yes, It has been a long time, but I have finally started writing this story again and plan on finishing it. This is Chapter 4, Demi does tend to speak a second language in this Chapter but no worries I have provided translations. Read! Enjoy! ...And review so I'll be inspired to write more.
Chapter 4: A Very Long Day
"No, Demi, you're doing it wrong." Hermione told the frustrated girl patiently.
"OF COURSE I AM!!!" Demi shouted. "Non faccio i fascini. Darmi le stelle, le palme, una sfera di cristallo. Posso lavorare con quelli, ma fascini, nope, nessun siree. Non me, il non mio proprio forte." (I do not do Charms. Give me stars, palms, a crystal ball. I can work with those, but Charms, nope, no siree. Not me, not my forte.)
"Huh?" All Demi got was three confused stares. She didn't realize she had gone off in Italian.
"Never mind."
Demi continued to at least try and get the Concealment Charm right once. The only thing that made her feel slightly better was that only a handful of students had achieved a mastery of the charm.
After Charms, the four friends headed towards the greenhouses where their Herbology lesson with the Hufflepuffs would be.
"Why do you struggle so much in Charms, Demi?" Hermione asked curiously as the group approached the greenhouses.
"I dunno. Always have. Just not my magical strengths."
"Forget that, what the bloody hell did you say in class?" Ron asked emphatically.
"Oh, that. Sorry, didn't realize I switched languages. I basically expressed my dislike for Charms."
"Oh." Was the only answer she got.
Their conversation was cut short as Professor Sprout showed up letting them into Greenhouse 5. Today they would be handling the Sopophorous Plant to in turn make the Draught of the Living Dead in Potions later in the week. Since it was a relatively easy job, the four Gryffindors could continue their conversation.
"So, Demi, what are your magical strengths? Since Charms isn't, you know?" Harry asked.
"Umm… Transfiguration, Divination, and Potions mostly." Came the answer.
"Potions?"
"Yea, my dad was some fantastic Potions master or something. Guess its in my blood."
"You'll hate that class."
'No kidding, putting up with my least favorite person.'
Demi heaved a sigh, "Why's that?"
Harry glanced at her quickly, "Well Professor Snape is not the most agreeable professor if you are not in Slytherin. Malfoy, the boy on the train, is his favorite."
"Quello non lo sorprende troppo. Era apparentemente soltanto persino a distanza gradevole quando era con la mamma, ma bene, grazie a lui, è guasto."(That does not surprise me too much. Apparently he only was even remotely agreeable when he was with mom, but well, thanks to him, she's dead.)
Harry looked up at Demi hearing her melancholic tone but did not press her for translation, knowing she needed to say something, but she didn't want anyone to undertand what she had to say.
After Herbology, the group headed to the Great Hall for lunch, where once again Demi barely touched her food.
"Demi, would you like to meet some more Gryffindors? Make more friends?" Hermione asked timidly.
"What makes you think they want to meet me?" came the quiet answer.
"Maybe they just don't know how to approach you." Ron said halfway through chewing his food.
During the next hour, Demi met a bunch of new people. Seamus, Dean, Neville, Ginny, and Lavender among them.
"See people are willing to meet you, it's just that you need to put yourself out there." Harry explained to Demi as they headed up to Divination.
"Yea, I figured, it's just that I was set you know. Entering my sixth year of school back in America. I had so many friends, it just sucks, having to start all over again."
"Its not easy, but you're doing okay so far." Ron told her with a smile.
Demi managed a weak smile back before she climbed up the ladder to Professor Trelawney's classroom.
Harry, Ron and Demi chose a seat in the back with a few other Gryffindors.
"Hello, my dears. Today we are going to review on the use of the crystal ball before moving on to more complex astrology."
A majority of the class groaned loudly as they stared into the glass ball.
"See anything yet, Harry?" Ron asked.
"Nope, you?"
"Ahhh, dear, let me take a look here." Trelawney leaned down to peer into Harry's crystal ball. "Ahh, my dear, the is a dark shadow here."
"And let me guess. It means I'm going to die this year." Harry deadpanned.
"It is clearer than ever, my dear." Trelawney replied sadly.
"I'm sorry to interrupt the scare session here, but Harry has nothing to worry about. He won't die until he's about 84 maybe 90." Demi interrupted.
Professer Trelawney spun around with a bewildered glance, "Your name, dear?"
"Demi Catel."
"Ah, but you may be mistaken in your reading."
"I don't think so. My mother was a natural, and that was passed onto me. I know it was Harry because of the telltale scar on his forehead, just so you know."
"How far in Divination are you?" came the guarded question.
"I finished Runecasting last year. My school had an Advanced Divination Class."
"What haven't you covered?"
"Oneiromancy and Pyromancy." Demi replied quickly.
"My class does not cover those subjects."
"So I get to review everything and have you question everything I do? I don't think so."
"I'm afraid that's you're only option."
With a loud frustrated sigh, Demi quickly packed her bag and headed towards the trap door.
"Ms. Catel, where are you going? Class is not over yet." Professor Trelawney scolded.
"I need to see Professor Dumbledore about a few things." Demi answered shortly as she wrenched the trap door open and disappeared down the ladder.
"Ugh, she's just like that Granger girl."