Chapter 4
(I don't have a name for this chapter, any suggestions???)
"Hello, Mother, nice to see you again," Evilla greeted her mother coolly. Draca Frost gave her daughter a quick hug, and then pulled Evilla away from her.
"How was school? I hope they prepared you enough there, I can't believe they would trust an 13 year old girl with this big of a mission, and for your first one at that-"
"Believe me, Mother, I am as ready as I'll ever be," she replied.
This kind of greeting would be alien to a normal family, a normal family would have gave their daughter a warm welcome, and the daughter would have done so in return. A normal family would have hugged and probably wept, and talked about how big their only daughter had gotten, and what was going on in each of their lives after six years-but the Frosts weren't a normal family, and never would be.
"Er, your Father had a call late last night from The League, he couldn't accompany me to pick you up," Draca said shortly.
"That's all right," Evilla replied automatically, and added a sigh after that. She had to admit, she was looking forward to seeing her father, even if he was just as unwelcoming and cold as her mother was. Evilla handed her suitcase to the butler, who was standing beside Draca.
"Nice to see you again, Marcellus," she said politely to her butler.
"Welcome back, Ms. Frost," he said just as politely. The three made their way out of the busy airport, and chatted along the way about Marvolo Academy, the school Evilla had attended. Draca, Evilla, and the butler, Marcellus, waited for their long black limousine to pull up. Evilla spotted it from about a hundred meters away, but there was a lot of airport traffic so unfortunately they had to wait a little while longer. Evilla sneaked a glance at her mother. She really hadn't taken a good look at her since they arrived, but she was almost the same as Evilla had left her. Her long shiny black hair was still identical to Evilla's. Her apparel was also unchanged; she wore a navy blue business suit, probably in order to attract as least attention as possible. She looked cool and collected waiting there for the limo. Draca had a way of looking down at people with those bright blue eyes while her nose was till turned upward, if you know what I mean, and had that expression on her face now. She caught Evilla looking at her and Evilla turned away quickly. The limo finally pulled up. The butler held open the door for her and Evilla climbed in, then came her mother, and after Draca, Marcellus, who slammed the door shut after him. Evilla took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. She was on her way.
***
After the sorting, the whole school gathered in the Great Hall, and had the best meal that James had ever tasted. There was every kind of food you could imagine, from fried clams to
Jell-O, a weird American desert that James just couldn't bring himself to eat because Sirius made disgusting comments about how it moved. He chose one of his favorites, raspberry tart, instead. After James shoved the last bit of his tart into his mouth that he could manage, he and some other first years began to discuss what the Sorting Hat said to them.
"It said the oddest thing to me," James said thoughtfully, "it said that grave danger lie in the near future for me, and that I could become a great wizard." Sirius stared at him.
"No way, it said the exact same thing to me!" Sirius exclaimed. James raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?" he said skeptically. Sirius knew he didn't believe him.
"Really? Just like the time you told me you were really my long lost twin cousin and I-"
"We were only nine then! But this time I'm not lying, I'll swear it!" Sirius interjected angrily.
"Okay, okay, I believe you," James rushed on. He sighed. "What about you, Remus?" Remus looked thoughtful.
"It didn't say much. All it said was I was intelligent... and very brave...and sensible. It almost put me in Ravenclaw," he told them.
"Oh," James said. It was all he could think of to say.
"Attention all Gryffindors!" a voice said loudly from their table. All heads at the table turned toward the voice. "I am Mickey Tongall, your house prefect. It is time to go back up to the house dorm, first years, just follow me, I know you don't know where it is!" he told them. Sirius exchanged glances with James. Bossy-know-it-all-with-an-"I am better than you will ever be"-attitude-type-kid, Sirius thought. He hated it when people told him what to do, even if they were just trying to be helpful.
James tried to memorize the route they took to the dorm. But it was impossible to remember every turn they took, and every staircase they went up. Finally the group of Gryffindors arrived at a portrait of a fat lady in a salmon-pink dress.
"Now listen up!" Mickey bellowed, "The password this year will be toadstool!" The painting swung open and they scrambled inside. James looked around. The common room looked like a pretty cozy place. There was a fireplace with comfortable looking armchairs surrounding it. There was a long cushy couch that went around three walls. There was also a big area rug in the middle of the room. James liked his common room immediately. Mickey pointed to a spiral staircase to the left and told the boys that it led to the boy's dormitories.
"What a long day," Remus yawned, "I'm exhausted. Aren't you guys?" James nodded.
"Sirius Black never tires!" Sirius said. He bolted up the staircase, and started running around looking for his dorm.
"Just looking at him run around like a lunatic wears me out," Remus joked. James smiled. The more time he spent with Remus the more he liked him. He had a feeling they were going to be good friends. James climbed up the dizzying spiral staircase with Remus at his heels. They found a wooden door that had a sign on it that said "First Years"
"Guess this is it," James commented. He opened the door, and found five four-poster beds. His suitcase was sitting by the one farthest right. He recognized Sirius's suitcase by the bed next to James's. On the bed lie a snoring Sirius. Well, James and Remus just lost it. They started laughing (again) hysterically.
"What's so funny?" asked a high pitched voice from behind them. James recognized the chubby boy at once.
"Oh, nothing," he replied. "It's Peter, right?"
"That's me," he said. "And you're J-James P-Potter, am I correct?" Sirius suddenly sprang to life.
"Wow, didn't know what came over me! I thought I could at least wake myself up by the time you guys came in," he joked. Sirius then saw Peter.
"Hiya! I'm Petty White, who are you?" he asked with twisted grin. Remus and James both groaned loudly. Peter looked intimidated.
"Um, er--" he stuttered.
"Don't let Sirius fool you, Pete," Remus said reassuringly, "his name's Sirius Black,"
A red-haired boy entered the room. He looked a little like James. He was tall, and also had glasses.
"Hi! You must be my roomies," he said in a rich Scottish accent. "Davie Gudgeon, what would your names be?"
"James Potter, and this would be Sirius Black," James said quickly, and pointed to Sirius.
"Actually, my real name is-" Sirius started to say, but Remus said,
"Sirius, really, the joke is getting older than your sneakers," Sirius looked down at his ratty shoes and shrugged.
"Not as old as your robes," he shot back playfully. James saw Remus's ears get red. Sirius had gone too far. But to James's surprise, he smiled.
"Yeah, they are pretty old," Remus said, looking down at himself, "oh, well, what are you doing to do?" he shrugged.
"I suggest we hit the sack," James said, stretching, "we've got a big day ahead of us," he heard murmurs of agreement. The boys took turns going into the bathroom and changing. It was one o'clock when everyone finally settled in and got to sleep. Everyone but Sirius, who lay awake, pondering over what the next day would bring. He was nervous, excited, and scared all at the same time. He turned his head over to look at James, who was resting peacefully. He got up from bed and opened up his trunk, as quietly as possible. He wanted to make sure he had all of his supplies for the first day of school.
Inside the trunk he found his hat, black and pointed, just as the list said. Then he removed his robes, four of them. That was all his parents could afford. They were black and gray. Out came his wand, 8 and a half inches, oak, with the tail feather of a phoenix inside. Sirius couldn't wait until he learned how to use it. Oh, the tricks I could play on James, he thought, and smiled to himself. And, oh, the tricks James would play on me to get me back, and his smile faded a little.
Next came out his books. Yesterday's Wizards; From Needles to Beetles: A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration; What to do in Dark Situations; Easy Charms for the Beginning Wizard; and Bubble and Trouble, the Book of Potions. Sirius thought they had the weirdest names of any textbook he had ever seen.
Then his trunk was empty, he put everything back in carefully. James stirred in the bed next to him. He squinted in the darkness at the grandfather clock. It was 2:08 in the morning. Sirius yawned and climbed into his new bed. Exhaustion washed over him, and to Sirius's surprise, he fell asleep before his head hit the pillow.
AN: I am actually quite proud of this chapter, I think it turned out pretty well. Hope you liked it, which is what really counts! *evil grin* PLEASE review, and drop me a line at Slytherin816@mediaone.net for any additional comments you'd like to add.
Disclaimer: I own nothing that appears in the Harry Potter series, which belongs to the ever so wonderful JK Rowling.
ONLY 17 MORE DAYS TILL BOOK 4!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I don't have a name for this chapter, any suggestions???)
"Hello, Mother, nice to see you again," Evilla greeted her mother coolly. Draca Frost gave her daughter a quick hug, and then pulled Evilla away from her.
"How was school? I hope they prepared you enough there, I can't believe they would trust an 13 year old girl with this big of a mission, and for your first one at that-"
"Believe me, Mother, I am as ready as I'll ever be," she replied.
This kind of greeting would be alien to a normal family, a normal family would have gave their daughter a warm welcome, and the daughter would have done so in return. A normal family would have hugged and probably wept, and talked about how big their only daughter had gotten, and what was going on in each of their lives after six years-but the Frosts weren't a normal family, and never would be.
"Er, your Father had a call late last night from The League, he couldn't accompany me to pick you up," Draca said shortly.
"That's all right," Evilla replied automatically, and added a sigh after that. She had to admit, she was looking forward to seeing her father, even if he was just as unwelcoming and cold as her mother was. Evilla handed her suitcase to the butler, who was standing beside Draca.
"Nice to see you again, Marcellus," she said politely to her butler.
"Welcome back, Ms. Frost," he said just as politely. The three made their way out of the busy airport, and chatted along the way about Marvolo Academy, the school Evilla had attended. Draca, Evilla, and the butler, Marcellus, waited for their long black limousine to pull up. Evilla spotted it from about a hundred meters away, but there was a lot of airport traffic so unfortunately they had to wait a little while longer. Evilla sneaked a glance at her mother. She really hadn't taken a good look at her since they arrived, but she was almost the same as Evilla had left her. Her long shiny black hair was still identical to Evilla's. Her apparel was also unchanged; she wore a navy blue business suit, probably in order to attract as least attention as possible. She looked cool and collected waiting there for the limo. Draca had a way of looking down at people with those bright blue eyes while her nose was till turned upward, if you know what I mean, and had that expression on her face now. She caught Evilla looking at her and Evilla turned away quickly. The limo finally pulled up. The butler held open the door for her and Evilla climbed in, then came her mother, and after Draca, Marcellus, who slammed the door shut after him. Evilla took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. She was on her way.
***
After the sorting, the whole school gathered in the Great Hall, and had the best meal that James had ever tasted. There was every kind of food you could imagine, from fried clams to
Jell-O, a weird American desert that James just couldn't bring himself to eat because Sirius made disgusting comments about how it moved. He chose one of his favorites, raspberry tart, instead. After James shoved the last bit of his tart into his mouth that he could manage, he and some other first years began to discuss what the Sorting Hat said to them.
"It said the oddest thing to me," James said thoughtfully, "it said that grave danger lie in the near future for me, and that I could become a great wizard." Sirius stared at him.
"No way, it said the exact same thing to me!" Sirius exclaimed. James raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?" he said skeptically. Sirius knew he didn't believe him.
"Really? Just like the time you told me you were really my long lost twin cousin and I-"
"We were only nine then! But this time I'm not lying, I'll swear it!" Sirius interjected angrily.
"Okay, okay, I believe you," James rushed on. He sighed. "What about you, Remus?" Remus looked thoughtful.
"It didn't say much. All it said was I was intelligent... and very brave...and sensible. It almost put me in Ravenclaw," he told them.
"Oh," James said. It was all he could think of to say.
"Attention all Gryffindors!" a voice said loudly from their table. All heads at the table turned toward the voice. "I am Mickey Tongall, your house prefect. It is time to go back up to the house dorm, first years, just follow me, I know you don't know where it is!" he told them. Sirius exchanged glances with James. Bossy-know-it-all-with-an-"I am better than you will ever be"-attitude-type-kid, Sirius thought. He hated it when people told him what to do, even if they were just trying to be helpful.
James tried to memorize the route they took to the dorm. But it was impossible to remember every turn they took, and every staircase they went up. Finally the group of Gryffindors arrived at a portrait of a fat lady in a salmon-pink dress.
"Now listen up!" Mickey bellowed, "The password this year will be toadstool!" The painting swung open and they scrambled inside. James looked around. The common room looked like a pretty cozy place. There was a fireplace with comfortable looking armchairs surrounding it. There was a long cushy couch that went around three walls. There was also a big area rug in the middle of the room. James liked his common room immediately. Mickey pointed to a spiral staircase to the left and told the boys that it led to the boy's dormitories.
"What a long day," Remus yawned, "I'm exhausted. Aren't you guys?" James nodded.
"Sirius Black never tires!" Sirius said. He bolted up the staircase, and started running around looking for his dorm.
"Just looking at him run around like a lunatic wears me out," Remus joked. James smiled. The more time he spent with Remus the more he liked him. He had a feeling they were going to be good friends. James climbed up the dizzying spiral staircase with Remus at his heels. They found a wooden door that had a sign on it that said "First Years"
"Guess this is it," James commented. He opened the door, and found five four-poster beds. His suitcase was sitting by the one farthest right. He recognized Sirius's suitcase by the bed next to James's. On the bed lie a snoring Sirius. Well, James and Remus just lost it. They started laughing (again) hysterically.
"What's so funny?" asked a high pitched voice from behind them. James recognized the chubby boy at once.
"Oh, nothing," he replied. "It's Peter, right?"
"That's me," he said. "And you're J-James P-Potter, am I correct?" Sirius suddenly sprang to life.
"Wow, didn't know what came over me! I thought I could at least wake myself up by the time you guys came in," he joked. Sirius then saw Peter.
"Hiya! I'm Petty White, who are you?" he asked with twisted grin. Remus and James both groaned loudly. Peter looked intimidated.
"Um, er--" he stuttered.
"Don't let Sirius fool you, Pete," Remus said reassuringly, "his name's Sirius Black,"
A red-haired boy entered the room. He looked a little like James. He was tall, and also had glasses.
"Hi! You must be my roomies," he said in a rich Scottish accent. "Davie Gudgeon, what would your names be?"
"James Potter, and this would be Sirius Black," James said quickly, and pointed to Sirius.
"Actually, my real name is-" Sirius started to say, but Remus said,
"Sirius, really, the joke is getting older than your sneakers," Sirius looked down at his ratty shoes and shrugged.
"Not as old as your robes," he shot back playfully. James saw Remus's ears get red. Sirius had gone too far. But to James's surprise, he smiled.
"Yeah, they are pretty old," Remus said, looking down at himself, "oh, well, what are you doing to do?" he shrugged.
"I suggest we hit the sack," James said, stretching, "we've got a big day ahead of us," he heard murmurs of agreement. The boys took turns going into the bathroom and changing. It was one o'clock when everyone finally settled in and got to sleep. Everyone but Sirius, who lay awake, pondering over what the next day would bring. He was nervous, excited, and scared all at the same time. He turned his head over to look at James, who was resting peacefully. He got up from bed and opened up his trunk, as quietly as possible. He wanted to make sure he had all of his supplies for the first day of school.
Inside the trunk he found his hat, black and pointed, just as the list said. Then he removed his robes, four of them. That was all his parents could afford. They were black and gray. Out came his wand, 8 and a half inches, oak, with the tail feather of a phoenix inside. Sirius couldn't wait until he learned how to use it. Oh, the tricks I could play on James, he thought, and smiled to himself. And, oh, the tricks James would play on me to get me back, and his smile faded a little.
Next came out his books. Yesterday's Wizards; From Needles to Beetles: A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration; What to do in Dark Situations; Easy Charms for the Beginning Wizard; and Bubble and Trouble, the Book of Potions. Sirius thought they had the weirdest names of any textbook he had ever seen.
Then his trunk was empty, he put everything back in carefully. James stirred in the bed next to him. He squinted in the darkness at the grandfather clock. It was 2:08 in the morning. Sirius yawned and climbed into his new bed. Exhaustion washed over him, and to Sirius's surprise, he fell asleep before his head hit the pillow.
AN: I am actually quite proud of this chapter, I think it turned out pretty well. Hope you liked it, which is what really counts! *evil grin* PLEASE review, and drop me a line at Slytherin816@mediaone.net for any additional comments you'd like to add.
Disclaimer: I own nothing that appears in the Harry Potter series, which belongs to the ever so wonderful JK Rowling.
ONLY 17 MORE DAYS TILL BOOK 4!!!!!!!!!!!!!