Live Another Day
Twiggie: Ok, this skips to October. I need to keep this story up. The last two chapters took place over a course of one day. I pasted this on to Word—46 pages!
Garret: Twiggie doesn't own Harry. She does, however, own a computer.
Chapter Eleven: Welcome to My Life
Weeks had passed; it was now October, and still Draco's response had not come. Emmy expected it to be somewhat later than usual, as Draco was apparently on some secret Dark mission. She waited and waited for that eagle owl to come to Dameon, often missing bits and pieces of what her friends were saying. She watched like a hawk.
Still, the owl was no where to be seen. Dameon never confronted her about it, which was odd. Her newfound enemy would have probably been first to pin it on her. Emmy guessed that Dameon forgot he lost it, or mailed it and didn't really think about it. Whatever the reason, the owl still wasn't back.
Emmy had other things to think about. Magic wasn't so easy, and waving a wand wouldn't cut it. She was a hard studier, and a very good student. Magic came easily to her, especially since she hadn't ever been introduced to it. She liked all of her classes, but seemed to have the hardest time in History of Magic. She had loved History growing up in her Muggle school, but she hadn't had Professor Binns then.
Professor Binns was a ghost. That was very strange the first time she had seen one, on her second day of school. A ghost in a ruff called Sir Nicolas de Mimsy Porpington had introduced himself to her. When he reached out to shake his hand, she felt an icy shower of ghost. The phenomenon was strange.
History of magic had everyone snoring—either as a figure of speech (in Emmy's case) or literally sleeping (in Garret's case). Professor Binns droned on and on like a vacuum. Emmy had no idea what the class was about.
Transfiguration was by far the hardest class in everyone's opinions besides Emmy's. She loved Transfiguration! Hermione was her favorite teacher; she really seemed to know everything! In Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry knew even more. He had defeated the Darkest wizard of the time, after all. Emmy had read all about it.
The strangest teacher, in her opinion, was Professor Longbottom. He taught Herbology. Nothing about him was actually strange to anyone else, but Emmy felt his eyes on her. Like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. One day, about two weeks away from Halloween, he approached her.
"Um, hello Miss...Emmaline?" Professor Longbottom asked.
"Oh! Hi Professor!"
"What is your last name? I forgot." He smiled awkwardly.
"Malfoy. Emmy Malfoy."
"I'm always forgetting things, silly me!"
"Anything else Professor?"
"Just a little more, Miss Malfoy. I know your last name is Malfoy...but you look an awful lot like someone I used to know."
Emmy simply looked at him.
"Sorry Professor, but that isn't helpful. I don't think I've known you from anywhere else..."
This wasn't entirely true. The first time she had seen the professor, she felt like she knew him before.
"Well, when I was here at Hogwarts, I knew a girl named Luna Lovegood. You bear an uncanny resemblance to her."
"That would be normal, I suppose," Emmy said. "Because a girl named Luna Lovegood was my mother."
Professor Longbottom felt faint.
"Everyone here seems to know her. Hermio—Professor Granger, and Professor Potter. Do you know them too?"
"I went to school with all of them."
"What was she like?"
"Who—oh, Luna. Odd. They called her Loony Lovegood. Loony, Loopy Luna Lovegood. But she was very nice...behind all of the weirdness. She always gave you some handy tips and hints. Luna was a personal philosopher."
"So you were friends?"
"You could say that, I assume."
"Thanks Professor."
Neville was left still feeling faint. How could he not have realized it?
center LAD /center
Lily grabbed Emmy's wrist and led her to the Gryffindor Notice Board.
"Look," Lily ordered.
center HALLOWEEN COSTUME BALL
ALL STUDENTS INVITED—YEARS 1 TO 7
COSTUME CONTEST WITH PRIZES!
31 OCTOBER /center
"Alright, so what?"
"So it'll be fun!"
"What?"
"The ball!"
"I'm sitting this one out, Lil. I don't dance."
"Learn fast then, Halloween is a week away!"
"I don't have a costume," Emmy said bluntly.
"Hell i o /i ! That's why I'm here!"
"You're crazy, Lily Potter!"
Lily and Emmy sat in the Girl's Dormitory, deciding on their costumes. Lily wrote home to Ginny to tell her.
i Mum!
We're having a costume ball! Any ideas for what to wear?
XOXO,
Lil /i
Ginny's reply came later that day, as she was in the castle visiting Harry.
"Hello, Lily. Emmy," Ginny said.
"Hi," and "Hi, Mum!" chorused the two.
The girls looked at her expectantly.
"Oh, right, the costumes! Well, I was looking through a Muggle Halloween magazine, and I found the cutest costume! You two could go as witches!"
Ginny's over-peppy enthusiasm was scaring Lily.
"Mum..."
"I'm kidding, Lily."
"You could go as a fairy...a ghost...a pirate?" Ginny suggested.
"Ooh! I'll go as a pirate!" Emmy cheered.
"Whatever. I'll go as a fairy," Lily sounded like she didn't care very much.
"Can you make your own?" inquired Ginny.
"Duh," Lily said simply.