Of Lies and of Gossip
-Sere stood alone in the common room for about a minute before she was bombarded by a group of girls. -
"So your the new girl?"
"How old are you?"
"What year are you in?"
"What did who say your name was?"
"Where are you from?"
"Why are you late?"
All these questions were showered down on Sere with what seemed like one breath. The chattering stopped instantly when a tall black haired girl, with the air of someone important entered the crowd.
"So…" she said, her voice ringing clearly, "you're the new girl Anna Wynn. I'm Cho Chang."
Sere timidly nodded and shook the outstretched hand.
"As you can see I'm in charge around here. I'm a seventh year and the Quiddich Captain for the House team. What I say goes. Any questions?"
"No," said Sere timidly.
"Good!" said Cho, like she meant it. All the other girls went and sat on the couches. When they were all sitting, Cho whispered to sere, "Sorry about that. It's just for show; I'm not usually like that. It's just fun to do sometimes, so I do it when there are new people, just to give them a little scare." Then she added a little louder, "Welcome to Ravenclaw."
"Thanks," said Sere, who returned the smile that had creeped across Cho's broad face.
Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room day dreaming. He was thinking of Anna and wondered what house she was in. He hoped it wasn't Slytherin. No, he thought, she's too nice to be in Slytherin. Harry was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice Hermione glare at him or hear her when she began to talk.
"Harry have you finished your potions essay yet?" she asked again impatiently. "Hello, Harry! HARRY!"
He felt a small jab in his ribs. "Yeah?" Harry said with a start and he looked around. "Sorry, what where you saying, " he added when he caught sight of Hermione glaring at him.
Hermione sighed, "Have you finished your potions essay yet?"
"Almost."
"How soon is almost? I have lots of other homework to do still."
"Five minutes."
"It better be," said Hermione seriously. Then a smile cracked over her face, "Harry?"
"What?"
"You know almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades."
"What!" Harry spluttered, "Where did you get that from?"
"My dad, now work."
Harry shook his and looked down at his essay. It was good until the end. Then he had started to think about Anna and then it went caputz. Five minutes wasn't a lot of time, he better get working.
Just as he put down his quill Hermione returned, his time limit was up and he had just made it. Hermione snacked up the essay and began to read, her eyes flashing across the page. When she looked up, there was a huge smile on her face.
"Harry your essay's great! There are just two things I need to fix." She squealed, "You're actually getting it!"
"Yeah. I guess I am," he replied, glad that all his hard work was worth it. He then mumbled to himself, "I'll show them their wrong. Fudge, Umbridge, Snape, everyone."
The next morning Sere followed Cho and her gang down to the great hall for breakfast. Sere looked up at the enchanted ceiling in amazement. The glance around the hall she caught sight of the Gryffindor table. Her gaze lingered a moment to long one the boy with the unruly jet-black hair.
Cho was who Sere was looking at and came up behind her. " Yes, that's Harry Potter. We try 'mix' with him or his crowd."
"Why?" said Sere, shifting her gaze to look at Cho.
Cho smirked, "Well let's just say he has a reputation of hop, skip and jumping." Her voice was very cold.
Then continuing her look around Sere saw Luna sitting alone and waved.
Cho grabbed her hand, "Oh, we don't associate ourselves with her either."
Sere sitting down decided there if there were anymore of these 'rules' she needed to know them. "Is there anything else I should know?"
"Yeah," said Cho happily as she sat down. "Ok, so about him. I used to like him forever and he liked me too. I was in my fifth year, he was in his fourth . . ." So over breakfast Cho told her lengthy tale of Cedric, herself and Harry. To finish it, she said, fighting back tears, "And he just had to see Hermione Granger. And… we just fell apart."
Sere, who had sat there listening attentively throughout the whole story was surprised to see that people were leaving the hall and going to class. Cho had noticed this too, and quickly left. She returned a few minutes later with heavily freckled girl in tow.
"Sere, this is Chelsea, she's going to help you find your classes. See you at lunch, bye."
Sere turned to the girl, Chelsea and smiled. "So we have History of Magic first?"
"Yeah," replied Chelsea.
The class was taught by a very grey person, who turned out to be a ghost. Professor Bins, droned on and on about pointless goblin wars. "Why to we have to take this?" she whispered to Chelsea.
"I dunno, but it's only until Christmas and then we start our NEWT studies.
"Oh," said Sere. 'NEWT studies what am I going to do, I didn't take my OWLS! Calm down, just talk to Dumbledore or Professor Flitwick. Tell them what you want to do when you finish school. But, I don't know what I want to do! Well then, you've got until Christmas to decide.'
Sere then took to inspecting the design of the ceiling, which wasn't very interesting, so she stared absently at random people. Her unfocused eyes then fell on Harry, and there was a sharp pain in her ribs. Sere turned, Chelsea had just poked her with her wand.
"What?" said Sere.
"Class is over lets go."
The next class was Defence Against the Dark Arts. It was taught by a tall, lean woman, who clearly did not put up with nonsense. Most of the students seemed very eager for the class to start, but there were a few who weren't. The ones who weren't had a green and silver crest on their robes. They were Slytherins. By the end of the class Sere had decided she enjoyed this subject.
The next class was Ancient Runes, which was followed by, Transfiguration, after that was an uneventful lunch. To conclude the day was double Potions. This class was taught in the dungeons. A hush fell over the class as the teacher entered the room, Sere hoped it was because they enjoyed it. To her disappointment she was wrong. The teacher was a pale man with greasy black hair and a beak like nose.
"Today we will start our research on various draughts. You will work with partners, who will be as follows. Hermione Granger with Blaise Zambini. Ronald Weasley, Susan Bones. Harry Potter, Ernie Macmillan. Gregory Goyle, Hannah Abbot."
The listing of the pairs continued, but when Snape had finished one student sat without a partner. This was the new student Dumbledore had mentioned.
"You there, miss, what's your name," Snape said almost cruelly.
"Anna Wynn, sir," she looked up and mumbled back. Snape stared at her, but she held her gaze.
'It can't be!' he thought. 'No, it can't she's not supposed to be here. But if it is well I best get ready to answer her and Dumbledore's questions.' The green eyes still bore into her. 'She looks almost exactly like her mother, I'm surprised Dumbledore hasn't already noticed.'
"Well Miss Wynn," he said at last as he scanned the room, "you can . . ."
He was interrupted when the door was flung open with a loud bang.
? Done! Ok i know there is an at sigh in the middle of the story is just so i can add credit to the quote. Or try to at least. My brother told it to be actually he used it and I though it was amusing. Thus I put it into my story. I have no idea where he got it so if you've heard it before I'm not to blame.?
?I only use question marks because it wont let me use the star thingy.?