Disclaimer: I don't own it JKR does. But I did put it on my Christmas list
so hopefully there's a chance that I'll wake up on December 25 with the
license to Harry Potter under the tree but I highly doubt it.
A/N: So sorry that its been so long since I updated but I've had school and job hunting and a 15th birthday and babysitting and homework and annoying little brothers and irritating pet cats that like to rip up your entire weeks worth of homework that's due the next day so you have to stay up all night and your arse of a mother asking what the hell you type so late at night and says you're anti social and need to change your medication and that you're crazy and other assorted mother fucking gay shit like that. By the way I changed the rating because I decided that I wanted to use the language I always use. What can I say, I live in California. Actually I live in a town outside of LA and at my old high school we routinely used the worst possible language we could when talking to our teachers. But enough of my pointless ramblings and on with the fic.
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The blonde looked at Hermione with an odd expression on her face that was somewhere between surprise and amusement. She scrutinized Hermione for a moment and then walked over to the radio in the corner and switched it off.
"Are you sure that they put you in this tent? I mean they did say that your tent mate was Veretta, right?" the blonde questioned.
"Yup," replied Hermione "they said I was in tent 1 with Veretta. Why are you so surprised? Didn't they tell you that you were getting a roommate, didn't they?" she questioned.
"Because," began Veretta " they usually don't put someone with me someone who so obviously has never been on a dig before. I don't know if anyone's told you about me but I don't have the best reputation around here. I'm not exactly the nicest person you'll ever meet and defiantly no the most restrained."
"Oh. But wait, how did you know that I've never been on a dig before?" asked Hermione.
"You brought three bags. Most people who've been on digs bring two bags tops and usually buy anything they might need from local merchants. It's cheaper. Besides, I usually know the people I room with by reputation at least." Veretta stated simply.
"All right. But I have a question for you. Two actually. One: Why do hate Mike so much? Its not that I really care at all I really don't like him that much either but I'm curious. And two: What's a wega?" asked Hermione.
"Inquisitive aren't you?" said Veretta. " I'll answer those. One: Mike is a bastard who shamelessly flirts with anything with breast and a nice pair of legs and that unfortunately seems to include me and he's an idiot who doesn't know what the hell is going on. As for your other question, wega means vulture. Now you better start unpacking because lunch is soon then we get our daily assignments for the dig and I don't know about you but I'm itching to take a look at the tomb. Your bed is that one," she pointed to a bed a few feet from Hermione " and that wardrobe next to it is yours too." With that she turned back to unpacking her trunk.
Hermione then proceeded to bring her things over to her bed. She sat down and turned to study Veretta in more detail. She was average height with hair a beautiful golden color that fell to the middle of her back in a sheet. Her eyes were an unsettling navy blue color with gold rimming her pupil. Her skin was a deep shade of tan, as if she had spent a lifetime under the Egyptian sun. She had quite a pretty face with a slightly upturned nose and very high cheekbones to compliment her eyes and skin tone. Although she didn't look it at first, Hermione could tell that she was probably very strong because of the way that the muscles in her arms bulged slightly when she shifted the heavy looking trunk. But it wasn't just her looks that added to her exoticness. Her voice was lower pitched but still feminine and her accent was probably, Hermione guessed, a Middle Eastern or Egyptian accent. She spoke clear English but it was accented non- the less. She threw a book out of her trunk and onto her bed, which caused something to fall off the bed and roll toward Hermione, who stooped to pick it up. When she saw what the object, she nearly gasped. "This is a Sneakoscope isn't it? Where'd you get it?" she asked.
At this point Veretta looked nervous but replied "Yes it is a Sneakoscope but, hey, how did you know what that is?" she questioned.
It was now Hermione's turn to be nervous. "Well actually my friend from school has one but how do you have one? You couldn't unless, unless you're a witch!" she exclaimed.
"Seems that you caught me Hermione. But the only way that you would know about that thing is if you're a witch too. So in a sense, I also caught you. So I wont tell if you won't. Now I know why the old bastard put you in this tent with me. He knew you were a witch and put you with me so that you'd have someone to relate to. Smart bastard. I'm gonna kick his ass for not telling me, the lousy mother fucker." She added. She then looked at Hermione with interest. "So where do you go to school or did you already graduate?" she asked.
"I haven't graduated yet and I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Britain. What about you? You don't look that much older than me. What do you do?" Hermione questioned eagerly.
"Well, we're starting right in with the questions then." Said Veretta, now moving to help Hemione who was starting to unpack her things. "Well you're right I'm only nineteen and I'm not in school anymore. When I was though, I attended the Roman Academy of the Magical Arts and Sciences* at the Vatican in Rome and I currently work here in the Egyptian ministry as an Auror."
"Wow you really went to the Roman Academy? It's supposed to be extremely difficult to get into. I mean the requirements alone eliminate most of the candidates. Don't you have to be a Parselmouth in order to get in? And don't you have to have a genius I.Q. level too?" questioned Hermione excitedly.
"Yes actually," said Veretta "those are all requirements to get into the Academy. You also have to be quite wealthy to afford the tuition too. Though, unlike most ancient wizarding schools, you don't have to be pureblood to get in."
"Wow that is so cool. What's it like being in that library? I hear its pretty much the most extensive library in all the world, containing both wizarding and muggle texts. I'd love to go there." Said Hermione with a dreamy, far away look in her eyes.
"Yes, it does actually but we can save that for another time. If we don't get to the mess tent soon, we're gonna end up getting the bad seats next to Mike." With that Veretta got up and smiled down at Hermione who stood up too. They then set off out the tent door and toward the mess tent.
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A/N: Well, did you like it tell me! I don't care if they're flames I'm a pyro as it is so its just fuel for the fire. And now for a few authors notes: 1) for the tents think of the ones from MASH ya know those? And 2) * The reference to the Vatican is completely my original idea please understand that as a catholic I meant no disrespect to the church or the pope or anyone there but I will explain in the next chapter why there is a magical school there. So flame if you wish but I'm not making fun of my faith or anyone else's. Now I will make fun of the president and I don't apologize for that because the idiot is just that, and idiot. My rabbit has a higher I.Q. I think he probably colored in a coloring book during security briefings but I can't prove it. So flame if you wish, but don't let my political views interfere with your enjoyment of this fic for I will only make fun of the president in the author's notes. Till next we meet.
-The Great Lily Lupin
A/N: So sorry that its been so long since I updated but I've had school and job hunting and a 15th birthday and babysitting and homework and annoying little brothers and irritating pet cats that like to rip up your entire weeks worth of homework that's due the next day so you have to stay up all night and your arse of a mother asking what the hell you type so late at night and says you're anti social and need to change your medication and that you're crazy and other assorted mother fucking gay shit like that. By the way I changed the rating because I decided that I wanted to use the language I always use. What can I say, I live in California. Actually I live in a town outside of LA and at my old high school we routinely used the worst possible language we could when talking to our teachers. But enough of my pointless ramblings and on with the fic.
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The blonde looked at Hermione with an odd expression on her face that was somewhere between surprise and amusement. She scrutinized Hermione for a moment and then walked over to the radio in the corner and switched it off.
"Are you sure that they put you in this tent? I mean they did say that your tent mate was Veretta, right?" the blonde questioned.
"Yup," replied Hermione "they said I was in tent 1 with Veretta. Why are you so surprised? Didn't they tell you that you were getting a roommate, didn't they?" she questioned.
"Because," began Veretta " they usually don't put someone with me someone who so obviously has never been on a dig before. I don't know if anyone's told you about me but I don't have the best reputation around here. I'm not exactly the nicest person you'll ever meet and defiantly no the most restrained."
"Oh. But wait, how did you know that I've never been on a dig before?" asked Hermione.
"You brought three bags. Most people who've been on digs bring two bags tops and usually buy anything they might need from local merchants. It's cheaper. Besides, I usually know the people I room with by reputation at least." Veretta stated simply.
"All right. But I have a question for you. Two actually. One: Why do hate Mike so much? Its not that I really care at all I really don't like him that much either but I'm curious. And two: What's a wega?" asked Hermione.
"Inquisitive aren't you?" said Veretta. " I'll answer those. One: Mike is a bastard who shamelessly flirts with anything with breast and a nice pair of legs and that unfortunately seems to include me and he's an idiot who doesn't know what the hell is going on. As for your other question, wega means vulture. Now you better start unpacking because lunch is soon then we get our daily assignments for the dig and I don't know about you but I'm itching to take a look at the tomb. Your bed is that one," she pointed to a bed a few feet from Hermione " and that wardrobe next to it is yours too." With that she turned back to unpacking her trunk.
Hermione then proceeded to bring her things over to her bed. She sat down and turned to study Veretta in more detail. She was average height with hair a beautiful golden color that fell to the middle of her back in a sheet. Her eyes were an unsettling navy blue color with gold rimming her pupil. Her skin was a deep shade of tan, as if she had spent a lifetime under the Egyptian sun. She had quite a pretty face with a slightly upturned nose and very high cheekbones to compliment her eyes and skin tone. Although she didn't look it at first, Hermione could tell that she was probably very strong because of the way that the muscles in her arms bulged slightly when she shifted the heavy looking trunk. But it wasn't just her looks that added to her exoticness. Her voice was lower pitched but still feminine and her accent was probably, Hermione guessed, a Middle Eastern or Egyptian accent. She spoke clear English but it was accented non- the less. She threw a book out of her trunk and onto her bed, which caused something to fall off the bed and roll toward Hermione, who stooped to pick it up. When she saw what the object, she nearly gasped. "This is a Sneakoscope isn't it? Where'd you get it?" she asked.
At this point Veretta looked nervous but replied "Yes it is a Sneakoscope but, hey, how did you know what that is?" she questioned.
It was now Hermione's turn to be nervous. "Well actually my friend from school has one but how do you have one? You couldn't unless, unless you're a witch!" she exclaimed.
"Seems that you caught me Hermione. But the only way that you would know about that thing is if you're a witch too. So in a sense, I also caught you. So I wont tell if you won't. Now I know why the old bastard put you in this tent with me. He knew you were a witch and put you with me so that you'd have someone to relate to. Smart bastard. I'm gonna kick his ass for not telling me, the lousy mother fucker." She added. She then looked at Hermione with interest. "So where do you go to school or did you already graduate?" she asked.
"I haven't graduated yet and I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Britain. What about you? You don't look that much older than me. What do you do?" Hermione questioned eagerly.
"Well, we're starting right in with the questions then." Said Veretta, now moving to help Hemione who was starting to unpack her things. "Well you're right I'm only nineteen and I'm not in school anymore. When I was though, I attended the Roman Academy of the Magical Arts and Sciences* at the Vatican in Rome and I currently work here in the Egyptian ministry as an Auror."
"Wow you really went to the Roman Academy? It's supposed to be extremely difficult to get into. I mean the requirements alone eliminate most of the candidates. Don't you have to be a Parselmouth in order to get in? And don't you have to have a genius I.Q. level too?" questioned Hermione excitedly.
"Yes actually," said Veretta "those are all requirements to get into the Academy. You also have to be quite wealthy to afford the tuition too. Though, unlike most ancient wizarding schools, you don't have to be pureblood to get in."
"Wow that is so cool. What's it like being in that library? I hear its pretty much the most extensive library in all the world, containing both wizarding and muggle texts. I'd love to go there." Said Hermione with a dreamy, far away look in her eyes.
"Yes, it does actually but we can save that for another time. If we don't get to the mess tent soon, we're gonna end up getting the bad seats next to Mike." With that Veretta got up and smiled down at Hermione who stood up too. They then set off out the tent door and toward the mess tent.
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A/N: Well, did you like it tell me! I don't care if they're flames I'm a pyro as it is so its just fuel for the fire. And now for a few authors notes: 1) for the tents think of the ones from MASH ya know those? And 2) * The reference to the Vatican is completely my original idea please understand that as a catholic I meant no disrespect to the church or the pope or anyone there but I will explain in the next chapter why there is a magical school there. So flame if you wish but I'm not making fun of my faith or anyone else's. Now I will make fun of the president and I don't apologize for that because the idiot is just that, and idiot. My rabbit has a higher I.Q. I think he probably colored in a coloring book during security briefings but I can't prove it. So flame if you wish, but don't let my political views interfere with your enjoyment of this fic for I will only make fun of the president in the author's notes. Till next we meet.
-The Great Lily Lupin