Ok so Yeah, maybe I did say that I would be posting sometime around friday or Saturday. At least I think I said that. Oh, Well. You got the chapter anyways. Nothing coming up that's really important except that me and my Buddy got that new story put up. Its on her account (hellfire1258) and it is called "What could go wrong now?" And believe me, you just might be able to tell which parts of the chapters are mine.
Scout: Yes Yes, name is very good. I like it too. So much in fact that I won't change it to caT. Tac backwards.
Andrea: Ryan doesn't like sugar! Thats Blasphemy! Bah! Everybody likes sugar, what's wrong with him. But do get ahold of him or someone else to summon up some kind of good luck charm for you. Cause your too nice to get hurt. Unless you had an injury over the last however many days its been since your last one.
Queenie: Yeah...I wouldn't say that in the presecne of my mother either. She just might say something that's not of importance. My step father would probably look at me like I'm crazy and then make some utterly crazed statement that will send everybody else into laughing fits. So maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't get into trouble if I did say it.
Oh and don't worry people. Torture will commence in the upcoming chapters
I grumbled as I sat on the trunk near the end of the green and silver four poster bed. I was sitting criss-crossed, and my hands were holding my head up with my elbows digging into my knees, as I stared at the sleeping blond headed monkey. I picked up a sleek black looking feather from beside me, and threw it at him point first. It went off course and landed with all the others ones somewhere near his body, or onto the floor. I grumbled as I reached for another feather, this one white with brown spots across the middle.
Apparently, when I had woken up, I had forgotten all about being connected to the Slytherin boy laying across from me. Dumbledore laid the news on me lightly. And I just about had a screaming fit in his office when I once again found out what was wrong with me. And I almost passed out again when I saw my new look. Sad thing is, I looked almost like Draco Malfoy's twin. I still had my electric blue streaks at the tips of my hair, but the rest of my head had turned to a Platinum blond color. My face had gotten slightly thinner, and my cheek bones a little higher. And my eyes, Holy Jellie Beans my eyes. They turned to that cold steel silvery color. And it seems that I grew an inch or two.
Yeah, nobody told me that actual body changes came with the package of being connected to somebody. Orange still looked the same, and we figured out that he's connected to Hermione Granger, one of my trio of pals. Battery's connected to a girl named Hannah Abbott, and his hair turned to a dark brown. His eyes had changed from their bright green, to a dull hazel. And he also shrunk an inch. I've nagged him so much about that.
Each of us had a small tattoo on the inside of our right wrists for the meanings of our conectees (Pronounced as Conec-Tees)names. Orange had a small broom, since Hermione meant something along the lines of Travel. Battery had a Ballerina dancing, since Hannah's name meant Grace. And I had a small dragon with the shape of a star on its forehead, since Draco was for Dragon, or the star or something like that. Yeah, they moved also. So one minute I had a sleeping dragon, and the next, it was running onto the back of my hand and along my forearm. Quite annoying that is.
And along with these new tattoos, it was explained to us that we turned solid whenever near the person we're connected to. Pad also explained on why I had been able to pick up that bowl. It was because I had focused so hard, and because I was draining Mr. Snowball of some of his magical power to pick it up. And when I was in the Great Hall, I turned solid because Snowball came running in after Battery...Turns out that I was slightly connected to him before I was even sorted into his house. Frightening huh?
And so that is where I am right now. Being completely bored, like always, and throwing feathers tip first towards the pale boy. He doesn't even know I'm connected to him yet, its only been, oh about, three hours since all that was explained to us. For the first hour I was occupied because I had to find the Slytherin house. The second hour I went through all Snowball's stuff, seeing as since I was in close proximity to him, I had turned solid. The third hour, I've been spending the time throwing feathers at him, picking them all back up, and then starting over till they all landed somewhere on him. I had yet gotten one to land on his face. I got one only inches from his nose, but still, no such luck.
A loud ringing suddenly filled the room and I fell off the trunk backwards. I plugged my ears and clenched my eyes shut till the sound was finally cut off.
I breathed out a sigh of relief.
"Why is there a girl in our dorm?"
I immediately opened my eyes to see a chubby boy standing over me, looking at me with a slight interest. Gross!
"Draco, you never told me you had a twin."
Another boy came into my line of sight and stared down at me next to the cubby one.
I smirked, put my hands beneath my head, and relaxed for the show ahead.
"What do you mean? I don't have a twin." I heard Snowball throwing his blankets off of him, and then getting out of bed. I hummed slightly as he came around the bed to where the two boys were looking down at me.
It took approximately three seconds before he blew up.
Ten minutes for him to calm down.
Four seconds to realize I had been throwing feathers at him.
And then twenty more minutes to realize that Class would be starting in the next half hour.
I skipped happily after him as he rushed down the cold stone hallway towards his class. He decided that he was going to ignore me, and pretend that I didn't exist. An object up ahead caught my attention. Ahh, time to make it known that I do exist.
Class hadn't started yet, but the students stayed silent for the most part. A few whispered insults were being thrown across the room from Slytherin's to Gryffindor's and back again as Orange moved slightly from his seat on the floor. He had chosen to sit there instead of taking up a another students spot.
"Would you stop your jittering." A hushed whisper erupted from above him, and he jumped.
Orange looked up at his Conctee and gave a nervous smile. "I'm just worried about Jet."
Hermione looked down at him from her potions notes. "Why would you be worried about her? She seems like she can take care of herself. Probably even get herself killed with her sarcastic words, but yes, she can take care of herself."
"I'm not worried about her being able to take care of herself, believe me, I've experienced that. Wait...You haven't heard yet have you?"
"Heard what?"
Orange looked up as Hermione's friends Harry and Ron turned towards him.
"That Jet's conectee is Draco Malfoy." He said it like it meant nothing.
"WHAT?!"
The whole class turned to look at them. The three glared at everyone till they turned back to their own business. The three were just about to ask Orange millions of questions when the class room door slammed open.
"Turn to page three hundred and six."
The teacher of the potions class skimmed down the isle towards his desk, his robe billowing ouu behind him. His beady black eyes looked like they were scrutinizing every single student as his eyes roamed the room. He barely even spared a glance towards the teenager on the floor as he turned towards the chalkboard.
"Today we will be working on-"
"Oh for Merlins Sake would you STOP!" A shout interrupted him from outside the door. It almost sounded like it was pleading.
The class turned in their seats to stare at the wooden door as a female voice answered the male one.
"Sorry, no can do Buddy Boy. I'm following you around all day. And there's nothing you can say or do about it. And besides...You kept ignoring me, what else was I supposed to do?"
"Anything else besides throwing a SHOE at ME!"
"Well it was just sitting there, I mean come on! Wouldn't you have been tempted to throw it at me had you seen it first?!"
"That's Not the point! The point is that you threw a random object lying on the floor at me. Haven't your parents ever told you to never touch things that aren't yours?"
"No...And how was I supposed to know that the shoe was cursed to stick to anything it was thrown at?! Huh, Answer that for Me!"
Something slammed up against the classroom door. The girls all gasped and brought their hands up to their mouths, thinking the worst of what just happened to the female.
The door opened slowly to see Draco Malfoy holding it open. A girl who looked like his twin and was wearing Muggle clothes slumped through the doorway, her hand against her red forehead. She mumbled and the few people who heard her snickered. "Reminder to Myself, never try to go through doors or walls when in solid form."
Malfoy rolled his eyes and rushed over to the Slytherin side of the room before sitting down in a spare seat near Crabbe and Goyle, leaving the one next to him open..
"What is the meaning of your interruption to my class?"
I slowly let my hand fall from my forehead. I'm betting I have a big red spot from running into the door, don't I? My eyes rose from the floor to see the man from the Great Hall. Ya know, the one wearing all black. Yeah, I just had to open my big fat mouth.
"Oh don't tell me that I'm gonna be in this classroom for two hours with the Greasy Cheeseburger." Not that cheeseburgers aren't good. In fact, their on my top ten favorite foods. Number five, too.
The mans face didn't even turn red from anger. He just sorta tensed up. "I assume your in the same house as your friend," He glanced over at Orange, who I just noticed and gave a small wave to, with a look of disgust. "50 points from Gryffindor."
I smirked. "Haven't you ever learned that assuming (Assume) makes an ass out of you and me. Cause I'm not in Gryffindor. I'm in Slytherin. Now, would you please kindly give back those poor lost points to their rightful house and take them away from the one who deserves it. Thanks!"
You should have seen his face as my Conectee grabbed ahold of my hoodie's sleeve and roughly pushed me into the seat next to him. Priceless.
