"Did you hear? The head boy and girl need help planning something to welcome back students to Hogwarts." Kira said excitedly after drinking most of the root beer in her goblet.
"Where'd ya heah that?" Rogue frowned, stabbing some of her pancakes.
"On the bulletin board in the common room."
"We have a bulletin board?" Remy asked.
"Yes, all the houses have bulletin boards."
"Really?" Rogue's eyes widened slightly in shock.
"Whatever. I was thinking of bothering Draco with a sort of 'welcome back' dance for the students. Or, for teachers like Snape, an 'I hope you die very soon from the poisoned drinks' event."
"Ah ha! You're planning on killing us!" Ron shouted, only hearing part of what Kira said.
"Yes. I poisoned all of your drinks and then said it very loudly for you to hear, practically warning you to not drink the goblets I have poisoned for my very own pleasure. Honestly, you're not very bright."
He scowled, his ears tinged red, but stabbed his food and ate.
"Extra! Extra! Read all about it!" Kira yelled, holding a flyer in the air for anyone on their lunch break to see.
Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Ah leave ya for a few hours and already yah had a career change?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"Well, as I found out yesterday, Draco and Hermione are Head Boy and Girl, as if it wasn't obvious by their shiny badges." Rogue raised an eyebrow, "So I decided to listen to the bulletin board and think of something fun! I've also decided to become more active with my life in Hogwarts, not settling for just bugging anyone who comes my way. And since Draco and I were on semi-okay speaking terms, I asked him about having a masquerade ball. It'd be a great way to stay out all night without worrying about a curfew, since all masquerade balls unmask at midnight and the only other dance, according to McGonnagal, is at graduation."
"And?"
"He said 'whatever you bloody spaz'. I didn't think that was much of a confirmation, so I asked Hermione and she said it'd be a terrific idea! Good person, that Gryffindor. She can be friendly with a Slytherin. Anyway, she said we could have a Halloween masquerade ball! She got to planning right away and I offered to help! Now that the base of the decorations are planned, we're going for a medieval thing to match the castle by the way, we thought that the bulletin boards in the common rooms wouldn't be advertisement enough,"
"There are bulletin boards in the common rooms?"
"Exactly! No one knows they're even there! And I even told you this morning. So I offered to help advertise!"
Rogue looked around the castle and noticed that almost every hallway was decorated with flyers.
"Ah think ya got the point across."
"Hi Draco!" It was lunch, she handed out all the flyers, the spot semi-across from Draco Malfoy was empty, she had talking to do.
"Traitor." He sniffed, stabbing some of his pork chops.
"Excuse me?" She had been called many things in her life, but few times had she been called a traitor without knowing the reason why.
"Do you know what it means to be loyal to Slytherin? Yes, you're a little insane, but that doesn't mean you should go and sit with the Gryffindors. That's worse than declaring your love for a Hufflepuff."
"Back off of her." A purple haired Slytherin said, "People are allowed to have friends in Gryffindor. She was sitting with the Rogue girl. She's cool and she hates the kids in her house."
"Bloody hell, Beckins. Are you standing up for a blood traitor?"
"Who's blood am I betraying!? I was sitting with Rogue, for god sakes. Thanks for defending me, by the way. My name is Kira."
"Chastity." They shook hands with a grin.
"Cool. Malfoy, I am allowed to continue to be friends with the people I have known for years, and will occasionally eat food with them. So back off." She smiled suddenly, grabbing a burger and conjuring a dill pickle to munch on. Magic was fun. "So, Draco, when I was homeschooled in America, they neglected to teach me the joys of Quidditch. Or flying, for that matter."
Draco choked on his pork chop and one of his lackeys pounded him on the back. The laws of choking worldwide disappeared and he swallowed his food, raising an eyebrow, "You don't know how to fly?"
"Well, define flying." She could float when she froze everything, something she figured out when she lived in the Baxter Building and her power-aches eased up slightly, but was that really flying? It was more like swimming.
"Flying on broomsticks."
"Oh, that? No. Care to teach me?" She smiled her most famous smile in all of her known smiles, this one having a 92 success rate. Snarling feral mutants (both that she knew) were the reason for the drop in percentage.
"Why would I waste my time teaching someone the basics that I learned before first year?"
"Because you love me?" She asked hopefully. The blank stare was kind of unnerving. "Okay, because you like rubbing in the fact that you're superior and you'll probably get a kick out of my pathetic attempts to fly gracefully."
"Friday. Midnight. Buy a broom."
She raised an eyebrow. Buy a broom? Yeah, sure, she'll just waltz out of the magically shielded school and skip over to Hogsmeade, buying a broom with her American money.
"Fine, borrow one of the battered common brooms the school owns." Oh, did she say her reasons for her eyebrow raising out loud?
She smiled, finished with the burger she had occasionally been munching out of while convincing Draco to help her fly, "Great then," She stood up and kicked her chair in. She was the type that didn't leave her chair feet away from the table, but that didn't mean she had to be polite about it, "It's a date."
Draco's snort went unnoticed by the two goons on either side of him who were stuffing their faces with food. They didn't even deserve to have their names written down. The two were just one being, split in half so they could protect Draco better. They were... Croyle.
Gambit and Rogue were not so happy compared to their hyper friend.
Rogue was currently glaring at an unknown Slytherin and Gambit was rubbing her shoulders in an attempt to calm her down. The Slytherin had made a snarky comment abouto Gambit being a traitor to his house, and Rogue immediately blew up. Not literally, but the way the Slytherin was cowering against a wall, it was as if her hair was floating around her and fire was shooting out of her eyes.
"Where do ya get off callin' people traitors for conversing with people outside of that pathetic cult you call a house!? Y'all are backstabbin' little cowards rootin' for a guy who couldn't even kill a baby! He's pathetic and doesn't deserve the support of you death eaters! He's just a stupid old man who's trying to defeat death."
"The wars already over." He snarled.
"Oh really? Huh, who woulda thunk." She deflated for a moment before glaring again, "And after all that yah still think ya gotta right tah call people traitors!? What do yah think ya did tah the rest of the wizardin' society!?" Her accent was twice as thick as before as she heaved, taking out all her anger into the glare she sent to poor kid who immediately passed out, "Weaklin'."
Remy chuckled.
Author's Note: So, it's been awhile since I updated, but no worries, I'm still alive. And I will post chapters! For those of you who don't go to my author's page, and you're all wondering about how the author sees her main character, Kira, what she really looks like, then go to http:// monachus-satraps. deviantart. com (are links always messed up here? Delete the spaces, pweez) and witness the pitiful gallery I created a few weeks ago and am advertising shamelessly.