Agena
JErosion
Chapter 06 – Friendship – Year 1
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Agena stepped out into one of the many courtyards that surrounded Hogwarts. It was early enough that the sun was little more than a dusty red-orange ball on the horizon. Despite the beckoning call of breakfast, she had only seen a few other children meandering about that morning. Given that it was Sunday, few students, no matter how dedicated they were, couldn't pass up the opportunity to sleep in.
That was one of the reasons why she was walking alone this morning. Daphne had stayed up late the night before trying to finish an essay for History of Magic. Agena wasn't entirely sure when her roommate had gone to bed. But when she woke up, she had to fight the urge to laugh. Daphne was curled up into a tight ball, poised hazardously on the edge of her mattress. Her position guaranteed, that if she made just the slightest movements she was bound to go tumbling onto the floor.
Despite that, Agena just didn't have the heart to wake her. Besides she was going to need her rest. Since they didn't have classes any classes on Sunday, it was the perfect time to catch up on homework. And Daphne despite her best efforts was starting to fall behind. Agena was finding some of her extra time helping her catch up.
Agena was finding that she really didn't have any difficulties with any of her classes. In her Charms and Transfiguration classes, if she didn't get the spell the first time, she was often able to succeed during her subsequent attempts. Her other classes like History of Magic and Herbology was mostly about memorization. And as for Astronomy, no descendant of the House of Black would dare due poorly in that subject. And it turned out that the better you did in your classes, the less likely you were going to be assigned extra homework.
Not having to deal with the extra essays, she was left with ample time to look into those books that Hollis had recommended. Considering how disappointing she found her Defense Against the Dark Arts class to be, it probably wouldn't be a bad idea to do some outside reading. Daphne even helped, once she got through her homework. She was particularly fond of one jinx that caused it's target to double over in fits of laughter.
Agena passed though a large stone archway, and onto the school's grounds. Shadowed against the foggy edge of the forest was a small house. That had to be Hagrid's place. It was just as Nymphadora had described it, a small hut with a large pumpkin patch in back of it. There was a thin stream of smoke rising from it's chimney, but there were no visible lights in any of the windows though. It was possible that Hagrid was having a bit of a lie-in too. If it had been later in the day, she might have been tempted to go over and say hello. Then again, she didn't really know the man that well. So it might not be a good idea to go knocking on someone's door when you have no idea what kind of reception they might get. Maybe she would visit him sometime later in the year, when it wasn't early on a Sunday morning.
She turned north and started towards a tall structure that sat perched atop of a steep and rocky hill. It her hand she held an envelope. It was only the second letter that she written home. The first she had sent, was fairly short. In it she just mentioned the identity of her roommate was, as well as who some of her other housemates were. Sad to say, she had to disappoint Nymphadora. Her cousin had been so sure that she was going to be placed in Gryffindor. But no, it was Aunt Andromeda had guessed right. But...
Agena's mind returned to that thing the Sorting Hat had told her. All heirs must return to their house. Was it possible, that her Aunt already knew? Or did she guess that she would be sent to Slytherin because she was a parselmouth. She had been wanting to talk to Professor Dumbledore about it, but she really didn't a clue on how to go about doing that. Aside from his appearances at meal times, she hadn't seen walking though the halls. She could always try to see him while he was in his office. But there were several problems with that.
She didn't know if she needed to set an appointment. Or if she could just walk up to his door and knock. And that brought up another problem, she had no idea where his office was. She could ask one of the prefects or a teachers, but that would only provoke questions.
She shuddered at the thought of asking Professor Snape. She knew he wouldn't just give her any assistance. He would want to know exactly why she wanted to see Professor Dumbledore. And in all honesty from what she had seen of the man, she didn't want to tell him a thing.
'Excuse me. Professor Snape, I think I need to speak to Professor Dumbledore right away. The Sorting Hat said I was an Heir of one the Four Founders, and I want to know what he'd think about it.'
Agena shuddered. There was no way in hell she was going to tell him that. And without a satisfactory reason there was no way he would help her. She could certain imagine what his response would be.
"Unless you can tell me a good reason as to why you need to see the Headmaster. I suggest you forget about it. Neither myself, nor Professor Dumbledore have time to cater to the foolish needs of some child."
She sighed. She'd figure something out eventually. Something that hopefully didn't involve Professor Snape. Honestly she wasn't sure what to think of the man. She learned a few things about him during her first class with him. She glanced down at her letter that she held. In hindsight she may have gone a little overboard in her writing. But she had about three weeks worth of events to tell her family about and she really didn't want to leave anything out.
She had a few questions that she had wanted to ask Nymphadora, concerning some of the Professors. And there was one other thing. Something that would give her the ability to gloat over her cousin. Because there was someone in her Potions class that she knew that Nymphadora would love to meet. Of coarse she hadn't had the opportunity to introduce herself to him yet.
Potions was sort of special. The classroom, like their dorms, was located down in the dungeons. It wasn't the brightest nor was it one of the most cheeriest places in the castle. But the dungeons were a Slytherin's best friend. Given the labyrinth like corridors of the school above them, being able to navigate the dungeons was essential if you wanted to get to your classes on time.
The same was true if you were a Hufflepuff. Their common room was supposed to be some place in the lower levels of the castle as well. Hollis had mentioned that their common room was behind a large tapestry that was not too far from the kitchens. Not that it mattered too much, considering that she didn't know where the kitchens were yet. She was doing pretty good, just knowing how to get to her classes. By her reckoning, after another week or two she'd have the general layout of the school memorized.
Which was an absolute must, considering the wanderings of that awful man, Mr. Filch. It was bad enough that he had his office down in the dungeons. He was suppose to be some sort of caretaker. However the only things she had ever seen him do was flail around a mop, and accuse students of misbehaving. She had to run past him earlier this morning. Fortunately he seemed preoccupied and distracted enough that he did pay her any heed. He was muttering in a disappointed fashion to that dust-rag of a cat that followed him everywhere.
"Students out of bed... We'll catch them next time, my sweet... Oh, how I wish the headmaster would let me use the old punishments. I'd have the whole lot of them locked-up in shackles."
Her passing didn't escape the attention of Filch's cat. But Ms. Norris, only paused for a second before continuing to follow her master's steps. That cat usually acted as her master's spy, snooping and sulking around castle looking for students that might be breaking any rules, just so she could run off to fetch her master. That cat was a wretched little thing.
Aside from the class's location, Potions was unique in the fact, that it was the only one that they shared with the Gryffindors. In all of her other classes, Slytherin had been paired off with either the Ravenclaws or the Hufflepuffs. So it came as a bit of a pleasant surprise when she first stepped into potion that first Friday to find the other half of the room classroom being filled with students wearing the red and gold of Gryffindor.
Yet she couldn't just walk up to any of them and start talking, at least not in class. It was kind of weird, but it was all part of Slytherin politics. Both her house and Gryffindor had this rivalry thing, that supposedly went back all the way to the days of the founders. Even after a thousand years, students continue the conflict started by their house's namesakes. It was like they were under some sort of strange obligation to do so. Rivalry or not, this class had also given her the opportunity to take a good look at one of the most famous wizards in the world.
Agena had seen him during the sorting, but at the time she wasn't really sure if that was really him or not. He wasn't very tall, and kinda skinny too. His hair was as dark as hers, but unlike hers, his hair flew out in every which direction, like he had been standing outside during a wind storm. He wore large round rimmed glasses. But both his hair and his glasses only served to conceal his two most distinct features. There was his eyes, which were a brilliant emerald green.
But this was Harry Potter, and aside for a pair of pretty eyes, he looked just like a regular boy. A regular boy that looked like there was absolutely nothing special about him. Except for that zig-zagging scar on his forehead. Okay, maybe he wasn't so ordinary. And it was all had to do with that thing that was carved into his forehead. The scar that was a memento of the night, that he saved the wizarding world.
That was kind of a staggering thought. The darkest and most feared wizard of all time, a man so evil he would cast the killing curse on an infant. And when he did, it was rebounded, deflected back upon its caster. And then Voldemort was no more. In a single moment a child that was only a year old, defeated the cruelest and most ruthless wizard of all time. And all he got from it was a scar on his forehead.
She knew the story, everyone in class knew this story. But at the same time, none of them did. None of them truly knew what had happened. The only one who was privy to the full truth was the boy himself. But even then he might not know. He was only an baby at the time. And the tale that she and everyone else grew up with, had probably been embellished more and more with each telling, that there was no way in knowing what was true and what was conjecture. She found that she was curious as what kind of person he was.
Yet she wasn't the only one to effected by the presence of the Boy-Who-Lived. Many of those on the Slytherin side of the room craned their heads up to get a better look at him. But not all looks sent his direction were ones of curiosity. Draco seemed to have already made Harry Potter into his rival. She had overheard Malfoy recounting how the boy had snubbed him by turning down his offer of friendship, in favor of hanging around with ' Weasley Rubbish'.
Professor Snape seemed to have something against the boy as well. It came when he was taking roll call.
"Ah, yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new celebrity."
She could hear muted laughter coming from Draco, Crabbe and that other big boy, she still wasn't sure what his name was. It was something like Dolye, or maybe Bolye. Anyway, the three of them seemed to take a great bit of pleasure, in hearing the Professor's snide remark.
Once the Professor finished role, he stood up from his chair and walked around the front of his desk and began to lecture. He spoke softly, yet his voice carried to the farthest corners of the chamber.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little wand waving in this class, many of you will doubt that this is magic. I don't expect any of you to see the beauty that exists within a softly simmering cauldron. Nor do I expect you to truly understand the power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even place a stopper into death... that is if you are not a bunch of bumbling idiots!"
He paused letting his words seep in. But the silence last for too short of a time.
"Potter!" the Professor said suddenly. "What would I get if I added powered root of asphodel with an infusion of wormwood?"
After a pause, Potter responded by saying, "I don't know, sir."
Agena had looked though her books, but she couldn't recall what potion that was. The use of both ingredients together did sound vaguely familiar, she just couldn't place a name to it. And it was likely that anyone, in the class would be able to answer. At least not on their first day. Well, maybe not anyone. A girl that was sitting near Potter raised her hand.
After another snide remark, the Professor went at him again. "Potter where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar."
Her hand twitched, that was one that she knew. At home Aunt Andromeda had a draw full of them in her apothecary cupboard. And most people who brewed their own potions, kept a few on hand. Especially since they could save a person from most poisons. But there was another reason as well.
Agena really couldn't help it, but she had the tendency to attract a certain kind of company. She couldn't recall a moment where a snake had ever bared it's fangs at her. But ever cautious, Aunt Andromeda kept bezoars, because in addition to some poisons, the small stone could also slow or even neutralize some venoms.
The Professor didn't stop with the bezoar, he started to quiz the boy on wolfsbane and monkshood. Agena recognized the wolfsbane. It occupied a draw in Aunt Andromeda cupboard. As for monkshood, she had heard the name before, but yet again she could place from where.
For a third time Potter replied with a slightly strained "I don't know, sir." But Agena could hear traces of anger seeping into the boy's voice. And as wise as it would be to just stay quite, it seemed however that the-boy-who-lived was no longer willing to take the professor's prodding questions, so with defiance in his voice he added. "Maybe you should ask Hermione, I think she might know."
Indeed she must. The last question prompted the girl to jump up from her seat, in an effort to get Professor Snape to call on her. Agena remembered the girl from the train. She was a muggleborn. Naturally she would be compelled to prove herself, and to show everyone that she belonged here. But this was the wrong place for her to try and stand out. She was too new to this world to know it, but there were some places that she would never be able to go, no matter how accomplished she was.
"Sit down you silly girl!" the Professor snapped at Hermione. Snape's sneer traveled across the room, wiping away the smiles and silencing the laughter that had sprung up at Potter's remark. The Professor then deducted a point off of Gryffindor.
Now Agena had been looking forward to this class. Her Aunt Andromeda was a certified Potions Master. And to earn some extra money she often brewed potions for people, who were often too busy or sometimes lacked the competence to brew themselves. Agena had spent many day watching her Aunt work. And in some cases, provided that the potion wasn't too sensitive or complicated, she was allowed to help.
After a few words of instructions, Professor Snape split everyone into pairs. They were to spend the rest of the class trying to complete the potion that was written on a blackboard that was at the front of the class room. Their teacher didn't just leave them to their own devices either. During the coarse of the class, he snaked his way between the tables in the room. Every few moments he would stop to criticize the way some students were progressing.
Though a majority of the class period he had passed by both her and Daphne. Yet they were unable to stay unscathed for the entire class. He happened to stop by their table right when Daphne was preparing the snake fangs in a mortar. Professor Snape stared at their cauldron as Agena carefully stirred the mixture. She watched him expectantly as his eyes narrowed and then as his eyebrows arched up. It was a while before he spoke.
"Tell me Miss Culverin, why aren't you following the directions on the board?" The Professor asked in a quiet and almost curious tone.
She knew at once why he was asking her that. The instructions specifically stated that they were to stir their potions in a counterclockwise making a full turn every ten seconds. She was stirring her potion a good deal slower.
"umm... I think," she responded in an equally quiet voice. "I think that the flax root we started out with may have been a too dry, and I thought I should compensate, by stirring the potion slower and letting it simmer for a bit longer, at least until the potion to reach the right color."
"And where did you learn to do such a thing?"
"m-My Aunt, sir." She replied nervously. "She taught me, that the way you stir a potion can release or surpress certain aspects of the ingredients used. And that I should first trust my instincts and what I see with my eyes, and not just what is written on paper."
She wasn't sure what to expect from her teacher, but she did feel some surprise when he nodded.
"Then it seems that she has taught you well. We don't teach such techniques to students until their seventh year Newt classes. However I advise you, for your safety, to follow the instructions as they are written on the board. Not every potion can be adjusted so readily or in such a manner."
And with that he strode away, to crush the confidence of some other students. Daphne release the breath she had been holding, ever since he had bent over their table. Not that she could blame her. He left their table leaving them a warning, which she supposed was better than saying something negative. However he wasn't negative with everyone. For Professor Snape was unable to find any fault in his favorite student, Draco Malfoy.
It was a little disheartening. From her vantage point, his potion was no better or worse than hers. Yet there Professor Snape was, announcing to the whole class on how well his potion was at it's current stage. At least she didn't have to listen to it for long. Because a cauldron over on the Gryffindor side of the classroom exploded with spectacularly effect.
A stream of noxious green smoke filled up the whole chamber, and which was followed by a wrenching sound as the cauldron, that had contained the volatile potion, let loose it's contents upon the floor and on the poor student who had been working on it. Maybe that was what Professor Snape meant by following the directions on the board. By her estimates the only thing that could have caused a disaster, like the one that was currently creeping across the floor, could have only been cause by adding an ingredient at the wrong stage.
The boy, who was now covered in angry red welts, had to be taken to the hospital wing by his lab partner. Oddly enough the blame for this event was somehow placed on Harry Potter, causing him to lose yet another point from his house.
It took a several waves of the Professor's wand to completely banish the mess. As soon as it was whisked away he barked at them to finish their assignments. At the end of class, the professor had them all bring him a sample of their potions in a glass vial. Both her and Daphne received an 'Outstanding' for the day. But they were one of the few that were rewarded that grade. Draco and his partner received the same grade, and with the way Professor Snape fawned all over him, it wasn't very surprising. What was surprising, was the group that included that muggleborn girl, Hermione Granger. Good for her.
The rest of the class received a mix of letter grades, ranging from 'E' for excellent, to 'T' for terrible. It should be noted that a majority of the good grades were given to the students on the Slytherin side of the classroom.
By the end of that class she had finally formed an opinion on Professor Snape. He was excellent as a Potion Master. For each and every vial that failed to earn a grade above an 'E', he immediately told that group what they had done wrong. And most of the time, it wasn't in such a nice way. The lower the grade the angrier Professor Snape seemed to become.
He had a nasty streak in him, that he wasn't afraid to show. His teaching method seemed more discouraging than anything else. Maybe even inappropriate considering that they were first year students. Then again when someone causes an explosion in your class, you were bound to get a little angry. .
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Agena slowly climbed the ancient stone steps that circled around the rocky base of the Owlery. The building was a tall single tower that resembled a lighthouse. At varying levels along it's rough stone walls were large open windows. Those were mostly likely there for the benefit of the tower's feathered occupants. Fortunately at the top of the curved stairway was an opening that was far more accommodating for human visitors.
Despite the position of the rising sun. Owls were still flying into the tower. There was still a few hours before a flock of the normally nocturnal birds, flew into the Great Hall to deliver the morning post. She hoped to find an owl that was still awake enough to deliver her letter.
As she entered the owlery, and almost collided with another student.
"Oh! Excuse me." Agena said automatically. Normally, she would have just offered a small nod or wave and walked on to do her business. But Agena paused as she recognized the girl in front of her. Not that she could mistake her for anyone else. Especially with that crop of bushy brown hair and those large front teeth.
It was quite the coincident, considering that she had just been thinking about the girl and her performance in the one class that they shared.
"Hello there."
"um, Hello." the girl replied, with an uncertain waver in her voice. Even though it was Sunday she was wearing her uniform, although it was probably a little more ruffled than it would have been were it the middle of the week. But Agena noticed, that the girl also looked a little upset. Her cheeks were a little flushed and her eyes were all red and puffy.
"Your Hermione Granger? I believe we meet briefly on the train." She extended her hand with her greeting.
"oh, Right. Your... um... Agena?" She asked, sounding unsure if she was correct.
"Agena Culverin." Agena confirmed, smiling slightly as the other girl accepted her hand. But the contact was only brief. Hermione seemed very hesitant and untrusting of her. "I see you got into Gryffindor like you wanted."
"um, Yes. I guess I did." Hermione nodded. She crossed her arms over her chest. She was trying to cover up her tie as well as the Gryffindor patch on her robes.
Agena was beginning to feel a little discouraged. But in a way she couldn't really blame her. Hermione was a Gryffindor and she was a Slytherin. Because of the houses they were placed in, she was left with no reason to trust her. If anything it was the fault of Draco Malfoy. That stunt he pulled during their first flying class, pretty much established hostile relations between both of their houses.
Agena, for the life of her, could see no reason for it. Slytherin should be able to have amicable relations with each of the other houses. Perhaps all that was needed was small steps. Agena had never liked the idea of drawing attention to herself, but there was moments when she felt that she needed to break ranks from the other members of her house. Like the best way to stub people like Draco Malfoy, was to make friends with a muggleborn from Gryffindor.
"So,... Did that boy ever find his toad?"
"What?"
"On the Hogwarts Express, you came into the compartment I was in saying that you were helping a boy, who lost his toad."
"Oh," she half exclaimed as she understood her first question. "Yes, Neville got it back. Somehow the toad wound up with that Hagrid fellow."
"Neville?" Agena's suddenly flashed to the incident in potions, as well as what had happened during their flying lesson. "He's that brown-haired boy... the one that seems rather... accident prone."
She could see Hermione tense up for a moment. But soon she was nodding her head in agreement. He has a nasty fall during his first time he hops on a broom and within three potions classes she had managed to destroy two cauldrons.
"I'm sorry, about that thing in Madame Hooch's class. I know I'm not the one who should be apologizing, nor are you the one that needs to be apologized to. But I'm sorry that some of my house mates have to be the way that they are."
She was truly being genuine in her apology. And with what had happened in that class she couldn't help but feel some shame for the behavior of many of her fellow Slytherins. That Neville boy fell off his broom and breaks his wrist. And what does Draco do? He bursts out laughing as soon as Madame Hooch was out of ear shot. The worse part about it was the number of her house mates joined him. And even then it was impossible to tell how many of them actually found Neville's misfortune to be humorous or were just laughing to fit in.
Yet not all of the Slytherins present laughed. Daphne brow had knitted in concern. She also made a sympathetic 'aw' for him, when Madame Hooch's examination of his arm revealed it was broken. That was one of those things that made her glad that she had Daphne as a roommate. She was very honest with what she felt. Her mood tended to reflect the feelings of those around her. She tended to become quiet and withdrawn, when she around sources of conflict. The malicious nature of Draco's sense of humor, had a negative impact on her. However there were other times when the opposite seemed to happen. When she was happy she could often elevate the moods of even some of the most dower of people. But Daphne was just odd that way.
Aside from herself and Daphne, there were only two others that did not Draco in his mirth. There was a odd girl named Jeroma. In the three weeks they had been at school, Agena had yet to hear that girl laugh at anything. The other, was a boy named Nott, but he was quiet and usually stuck to himself.
But what was four quiet students, when compared to a dozen or so that were laughing?
"I guess..." Hermione started, as she shifted from foot to foot, her gaze fell to the eyes shifted to the floor. "... you can't pick your house mates."
"Right." Agena agree. Sadly the Malfoy laughing wasn't the only thing to happen. He had then picked up, something of the ground, that Neville had dropped. Immediately Harry Potter stepped forward to demand its return. Draco Malfoy, being the nasty little snot that he was, hopped on his broom and took to the air.
For several days leading up to the lessons, Malfoy had been complaining about how first years weren't allowed to have brooms. And he kept recounting stories about how well he could fly. But for once, it seemed that he wasn't just being full of himself.
From almost fifty feet in the air, he taunted Potter to 'come and get it'. The look on Malfoy's face was beyond shock. Not only could Harry Potter fly, but he moved with the near precision of a professional Quidditch player. Malfoy hadn't expected that. Draco was probably banking on, the idea that more than half of the class had never been on a broom before. And rumor had it, that Harry Potter had been living with muggles prior to coming to Hogwarts.
It didn't matter if that was true or not, because Malfoy looked absolutely scared. He threw the object away, letting it fly up into the air into a high arch. But Harry Potter would wow everyone. He sped after the red ball and flew into a steep dive. Miraculously he caught the ball before it could hit the ground. There wasn't a single person, Gryffindor or Slytherin, that wasn't impressed by what he had done. Well everyone except for Malfoy and his lot. And apparently Professor McGonagall, who came storming into the courtyard and took Potter away.
For the rest of the day Malfoy strutted around the school with a look triumph on her face, at least until later that evening. It turned out that Harry Potter had not been expelled like Madame Hooch had promised them. But some of the things that happened did raise some questions in her mind.
She thought of the disappointed mutterings of Filch as she had passed him earlier. "I'm kind of curious, and I'm not sure if you might know, but those two boys weren't really dumb enough to run out after curfew to dual Malfoy?"
Hermione's face darkened into a considerable scowl. Agena grimaced at her poor choice of words. Given that she was talking with a Gryffindor she was trying very hard to watch what she said. She didn't want to mess up and say something that could be interpreted as an insult.
"That is..." Agena murmured, "uh, Malfoy.. the first thing he did after dinner was to tell Filch, that he had over heard two other students talking about sneaking out of bed to vandalize the Trophy Room. And a..."
"I knew it!" Hermione spat. "I tried to tell them it was all a trick. They get caught... And they would lose points for our house... but no they had to run off anyway... and then I get stuck outside of our dorm when I try to stop them and... we almost get eaten by a giant three-headed dog... and that stupid Ronald Weasley acts like it's all my fault..."
Agena wasn't quite sure if she had heard her right. A three-headed dog? She was tempted to ask her, but she held her tongue, seeing Hermione's eyes. They were still pink around the edges, but it seemed that the Gryffindor girl's outburst had renewed the emotional turmoil that had forced tears from her eyes. Agena watched the expression on the girl's face change into a troubled expression as she struggled to push those feelings back down.
In a way she had told her everything that she needed to know. During the flying lessons Hermione had tried to keep Potter jumping on his broom as he went up to confront Malfoy. And she did the same to prevent him from leaving their dorm for the dual. She was trying to protect her house from losing any points, and for her trouble she gets some ugly things said to her.
Agena couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Harry Potter and his redheaded friend made a girl cry. She didn't know anything about this Weasley, but she had all these preconceived notions about Harry Potter. Ultimately she was no better than anybody else, viewing the boy as some noble defeater of evil. But like his appearance, he was just a boy. A boy who, whether intentional or not, could be cruel to others.
Oh, well.
"You know..." Agena said softly, "Boys are idiots."
Hermione looked up at her and after moment she let out a short laugh. She ran her hand across her face, wiping her eyes. With a faint smile, she nodded in agreement. "Yeah, your right."
They both laughed for a few seconds, before settling into silence.
"So, you almost got eaten by a three-headed dog?"
"Oh, that... um, you remember during the start-of-term feast Professor Dumbledore mentioned that the third floor corridor on the east side of the castle was off limits?"
Agena nodded.
"Apparently there is a giant three-headed dog in that hallway."
"I... see." Agena said hesitantly. But the notion that a potions of the school was occupied by such a creature demanded further explanation. "But why?"
"Well, it is a dog so it might be guarding something. Either that or they have it in there, because it's better that having in roam around on the school's grounds."
"I see. I'll have to be sure I don't accidentally walk in there. Well... I've got a letter that needs delivering." Agena announced, raising the thin parcel in her hand.
"Right." Hermione nodded, "I still need to work on an essay for Professor's Binns class."
"Well then, I guess I be seeing you around." Once again Agena extended her hand towards the other girl. This time Hermione accepted without pausing.
"Alright. I'll see you around." With that Hermione began to make her way down the stairs that lead up to the owlery.
Agena watched her for a moment before turning into the tower.
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Author's Note: That took a lot longer than I though it would. But I've been distracted, since a good deal of some of my favorite stories got updated. As for this chapter, I wanted Agena to make friends with Hermione. The next chapter will begin to cut into the Hogwarts Holidays. But I can't give you a confirmed date of completion. I got a lot of stories running though my head right now. So Please review. But reviews encourage writing.
