Chapter 7: Home Not-so-Sweet Home
Through the span of the evening Sylpha ignored the whispers and acted as if there were no wary looks being sent her way.
At least she tried to.
"Bloody Hell! What happened to your Sorting?" Ron said while chewing on his chicken.
"Ron!" Hermione hissed, "close your mouth while your chewing!" she paused, "and honestly, don't ask her about such things!"
Ron gulped down the rest of his chicken.
"But I've never seen such a display of accidental magic before!" Ron argued." Not by that scale."
Sylpha flushed and looked down.
Accidental Magic.
She's never lost control before. Okay, that's a lie. She's obviously lost control, but not like this.
It was stupid and amateur-ish. But when the hat dug into her head she saw everything it did. Everything she'd said, everything she'd done…
"Ron is correct, thought," Hermione frowned, studying the demigod, "I myself had have moments of accidental magic, but I never had done anything in that scale. Nor have I read about it!"
"Oh well," Sylpha breathed. Looking at the other end of the room to where Nico was picking on his food.
"It was accidental magic. "Sylpha shrugged, "I've only have a few. So, who knows? Maybe all that pent up magic finally bursted out. It could happen, right?"
Sylpha sent Hermione a condescending look.
"Well-yeah," Hermione frowned. It would be possible, but what you displayed was-,"
Hermione was cut off, however, by Nico sitting down between her and Sylpha.
Stunned, Sylpha looked back at the Slytherin table, where Nico sat only a few moments ago. It was empty, duh.
The Slytherins barely noticed her disappearance.
"Hey Nico," Sylpha greeted the son of Hades. Sending him a glare," What are you doing here?"
Nico merely spared her a blank stare before turning to the others who were looking stunned. Like her, they probably didn't see him coming, at all.
"Hey." Nico said, "I can sit here right?"
Not waiting for their reply the son of Hades picked a few foods from the Gryffindor table and placing them on the plate that had appeared when he sat down.
Sylpha sighed and decided to ignore him.
Him, and the looks the other Gryffindors sent them, that is.
Hermione and Ron weren't drilling her with questions anymore, so that was something.
Damn. She owed Nico something now.
Before the feast, the Headmaster had given a speech. Sylpha barely listened, but a thought had been nagging her since. And now that the Headmaster had just finished with another speech she now knows what was nagging her the whole time. The Headmaster, Professor Albus Dumbledore was mad. And not an angry 'mad' at that.
He wasn't much like the wizard who would be called 'legend' by many others. But Sylpha did however feel the power he emanated. It wasn't as powerful as any older child of Hecate, but it was a lot.
After the speech the Gryffindor first years followed Percy, Ron's brother through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall, and up the marble staircase.
Nico had waved her goodbye to join his fellow Slytherins.
Along the way, Sylpha noted the moving portraits. They were alive. All talking and whispering amongst each other.
Frankly Sylpha was amused. They didn't have this in her cabin. Perhaps she could learn the spell to do this…
Sylpha took note of where they were headed. Percy had led them through doorways behind tapestries. Obviously, only Gryffindors should know where the Gryffindor tower was. Perhaps it was the same with the others.
Well with a castle as big as this it'd take forever to look for a certain room.
They climbed more staircases. Only then did Sylpha realize how tired her classmates were. She, however, felt like she could still fight a horde of Dracanae, snake women.
After a brief encounter with Peeves, the poltergeist, whom Sylpha swore she would talk to whenever she got the chance, Percy led them to a corridor.
At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.
"Here we are," Percy said.
Here?
"Password?" the fat woman asked.
"Caput Draconis," said Percy, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. They all scrambled through it and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cozy, round room full of squashy armchairs.
Percy directed the girls through one door to their dormitory and the boys through another.
Sylpha didn't stick with the boys or took time to hang in the Common Room.
No, she went directly to the dormitories.
At the top of a spiral staircase ~ they were obviously in one of the towers ~ they found their beds at last: five four-posters hung with deep red, velvet curtains. Their trunks had already been brought up.
Sylpha was sleeping with Hermione and two other girls whose name didn't matter much to Sylpha.
She immediately set work with her trunk; pulling out a long sleeved white night gown she pulled the curtain of her bed so that she could change.
Her body wasn't scarred as the others were, not much anyway, but her arms and torso were covered in black alchemic runes- protective runes. And surely she didn't want the girls to see them.
When she was finished she pulled the curtain back and set to work with her trunk, checking to see if all her stuff were there.
She didn't fail to notice the hushed murmurs of the other girl as the sent glances at her, but she went on with her task.
It was important to know your weaponry before you wage into battle.
At least two Ziploc bag full of Ambrosia and two canteens of nectar. It was a lot, yeah, but it was a one-year quest. Better be prepared. She kept a pouch, expanded, where she kept all her weapons- swords, daggers, even a Greek armour or two. A pouch full of Golden drachmas. And of course her clothes
Satisfied, she used her wand to levitate her trunk to lie at the feet of her bed.
She didn't want to use the wand, but she had no choice. The wand, though, wasn't as bad as she thought it was. It does make magic easier to control.
Finally Sylpha couldn't bear with the awkward silence that had swallowed the room.
She turned and sat on the edge of her bed.
"Hi," she said.
The three girls flinched and the two turned back to their bags, too.
Hermione, however, did not.
"That can't be all your stuff," Hermione said looking pointedly at the trunk on the foot of her bed. "We'll be here for the year, is that really all you need?"
Of course not. The bag was expanded to fit all the things she might need.
But she didn't say that. Instead she said, "It's all n there. We have our uniforms to wear in the majority of days, after all. We really didn't need much clothes."
Hermione kept quiet after that. And so did the other girls.
"My name's Hermione Granger," Hermione finally said after a while.
Sylpha sighed. She was going to live with them for a year. Might as well, "Sylpha Maigo,"
"Lavender Brown,"
"Parvati Patil,"
Another moment of silence. They weren't going to be friends in one night.
Oh well.
"I'm going to sleep," Sylpha sighed, climbing her bed. Settling herself on the white covers.
With a flick of her wand the curtains were instantly drawn around her. Separating her from the rest of the room.
But she lay awake, in her bed.
The room was lit up with candles, and somebody had turned them off.
The three outside were still awake.
"Did you see what happened at her Sorting?" somebody said.
"And the wandless magic, just now," another one, probably Hermione, said.
"She's weird,"
Not wanting to hear anymore, Sylpha rolled to her side and forced herself to sleep.
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