An Additional Chapter 34.

Well, in order to keep from doing my homework, I have made the innovative resolution to procrastinate like a wussy and update my chapters on the Great and Beloved FanFiction.

I must also make a note to readers that I'm almost done ranting, and as you can obviously see, I have slowly cut down on my lectures in each chapter. Seriously, each one gets shorter!

So, alas, I must return to the story without ranting. Sigh.

There was a soft ripple of amusement that spread through the Hall, for who couldn't see what was so evident?

A teen somewhere in the back called out, "Because he's an adult!"

This was, apparently, exactly what our Georgiana wanted to hear. She smiled and turned her back on Mr. Malfoy, addressing her smiling audience, "Yes, probably." But she didn't say anything else, which confused her spectators a tad.

Why wasn't she lecturing? Why wasn't she shoving all her opinions under his uncommonly bony nose? Why was she stopping before the reasoning and truth was let out?

Draco seemed quite content with this.

Georgiana sat down on her stool, grinning cheerfully at her perplexed audience. Finally, Luna stood up from her spot and walked over to Georgiana, asking politely, "Why aren't you giving him your sermon?"

Georgiana shook her head, explaining, "I don't need to. You see, you guys are just bursting to elaborate, right?" A general nod vigorously came from the school. "So why bother?"

"To set him straight!" Someone shouted from a group of Hufflepuffs.

Georgiana looked in the direction the cry had erupted, "But why would I do that?"

"Well, it's what you do," Luna added nicely.

Georgiana tilted her head thoughtfully to the side, then asked, "Is that what I do, or you?"

She hopped off her stool and returned to her state in front of Mr. Malfoy. "Why did you all feel the need to 'set him straight'?"

"Cuz he's a tightwad," Fred muttered.

George attached to this lovely compliment, "Personally, I believe he has a broom up his-,"

"See? My work here is done," Georgiana concluded. "Here, you," she motioned toward Bea, Frankie, Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and Hermione, (Luna was already beside Georgiana), "Come here."

They warily pressed through the crowd to reach the girl's place facing a snide Mr. Malfoy. "What would you say to him?"

Fred and George shared a look before Fred spoke, "There are many ways to describe 'self-centered', and the very first is you."

"Or," George said as an afterthought, "In the dictionary there's a picture of you right beside the definition of a-,"

"No, no, no, you won't do. Please go sit down," Georgiana dismissed the delighted twins with a wave of her hand. The rest of the group stayed there, and when she saw this, she asked them, "What about any of you?"

"Well," Hermione began in a business-like tone that caused many an eye to roll, "He's judging you because you're a girl, you're young, and mostly because you are a Muggle." Georgiana happily released the rest of the group as she took her stool again.

"That's really all I have for today. But just to wrap things up, I have one more treat for you," Georgiana ran towards the piano and disappeared behind the large purple velvet curtain. A minute or so later she appeared with her hands full with a box, (quite heavy from the way she carried it). Immediately a few nearby students rushed forward to help her, many from various houses and backgrounds.

But when they grabbed for the box, it surprised them with it's light weight. Why, was there anything even in there? The few students shook it suspiciously and after hearing objects shuffle from within, they hastily set it down and opened it.

Inside this box were about three hundred fortune cookies, enough for the entire school. Immediately the students who had grabbed the box began to hand them out to the rushing children, (once it was learnt that food was inside, there seemed to be a rush of kids).

Meanwhile, Georgiana slipped past the crowd, a cookie clasped in her hand. Confidently but kindly, she approached Mr. Malfoy and handed him a cookie. "Sorry about what those twins said," she apologized.

Mr. Malfoy, taken aback a little (maybe a lot), nodded and snatched the cookie as he briskly exited the school.

"Such a shame that is over," Professor Dumbledore came and stood beside Georgiana as she watched Mr. Malfoy brush her aside with a look of hurt on her face, "You are quite a speaker, Ms. LeWispon."

"Thank you, Headmaster, but I really should get going,-" she tried to escape, but his gentle thin hand caught her shoulder.

"Why, didn't your uncle tell you? You are free to stay until the end of the year!" Dumbledore's joyous blue eyes almost made her shiver.

"Stay?" she whispered as a boy ran into the side of her, carrying two cookies for him and his new friend.

"Did you get me one Jon?" a much younger and mousy girl called from against the wall.

"Got one!" Jon called to his sister. Georgiana turned and saw that, though from different houses, they treated each other well. Had she done that?

"Oh yes, I think it would be exemplary if you were to stay and see out your teachings. After all, you don't have any more lectures to give, do you?" Dumbledore asked a question to which he already knew the answer.

"No, but my frie-,"

"You'll make friends, here, I'm sure of it. Why, it looked to me as if you have a few disciples already! Say, may I-?" Dumbledore motioned to the box of cookies.

Georgiana nodded as the tall nimble man left her alone with her panicking thoughts. The last time she had seen her friends, why, it's been at least two years…

Shaking her head to keep from tearing up, she headed up the billion stairs to her uncle's classroom, then into the adjoining bedroom which was already set up for her.

So he knew. So Dumbledore knew. Why didn't she get a choice in her own life?

With that, she collapsed on the bed, weary and sick of it all. All that ran through her head were memories, (the very few), of her friends, laughing, smiling, not worrying about kids are taking notes of what she said in their heads…

But most of all she missed Derek.

"The absolute nerve of that girl! To think, she, a Muggle, at our school!" Lucius Malfoy raged as he stepped into the living room in his mansion. Flinging his coat dismissively at a servant, he stomped to his desk to begin his crusade against those, those Mudbloods.

He stopped for a moment as the fortune cookie fell out of his pocket. Warily he picked it up and cracked it open, eagerly pulling the paper from within. Astounded, he read:

Open minds have ears and eyes, all the better to make one wise.

Sniffing his contempt for the girl, he crumbled the cookie into the garbage can. But the paper, he would never admit it, he kept in his top drawer. Something about it seemed to be….in waiting, as if it was a real fortune.

About to ponder on this saying, the door flew open, his wife clicking her heels to his desk. "Well? What are you going to do? Surely you don't mean t-,"

"Don't worry dear," Lucius snarled, "She'll be gone within a week."