Change Is.Different
Disclaimer: Okay, all of you have heard this before, so I'll make it interesting. Q: Who does the concept of Harry Potter belong to? A: If you said JK Rowling, you are right! If you said Eolande, go see a doctor!
Chapter Three: In Which Lucius Malfoy Complains
As I had been standing outside the Headmaster's office, waiting for whatever helpful advice he would certainly offer, I noticed a man come stomping towards me. I had never seen this man before, and so assumed he must be a parent, and judging by his posture, an angry one. He looked faintly like someone I knew. He had blondish hair, blue-grey eyes, tall enough, looked rich..Well; the rich part had clinched it for me. He must have been weasel-boy Malfoy's father.
I noticed him staring at me. I wondered if it was just the fact that I'm almost thirty and still wearing student robes, or that I was just being sullen, cranky sort of person. When he walked up to wait for the Headmaster with me, I decided that there was no harm in being a bit polite, so I did something new: I started a conversation.
"Hello," I said, "You must be Draco Malfoy's father. My name is Aerin, I'm also in Slytherin House, and I'm not exactly pleased to meet you."
The poor man just didn't know what to say. "Sorry? You said your IN Slytherin House? Is that possible, you look a little old? And how do you know me? Are you related to the Parkinsons? You look a bit like Pansy."
Well, that was a horrible insult if you ever heard one. No one in their right mine wants to look like an adolescent, much less an ugly one. I retaliated in the only way I knew how. Breaking into tears and glaring. The poor man didn't seem to know what was wrong with me, so he gave me his handkerchief (very ornate, didn't look like it was meant to be used at all) and tried to start over.
Never let it be said Slytherins are all-round mean people. It's just an image they project to keep other people cough*Gryfindors*cough from bothering them. This Mr. Malfoy chap seemed to be fairly nice under his 'holier and richer than thou' exterior.
"Miss.Aerin did you say?...I'm sorry if I've offended you. Rest assured it was not intentional. My name is Mr. Lucius Malfoy and I ma Draco's father. Why don't you tell me why you are in my son's House."
"Well, Mr. Malfoy, it's none of your business why I'm attending this crackpot facility, but rest assured, I hate it here. I, in fact, loathe the school and all its occupants. They also dislike me. Happy?"
"Well, Miss, that's quite sad. Is that why you're visiting the Headmaster? To get out of the school?"
"I wish it was. It so happens that I'm awaiting reams of detention for assaulting another student."
Mr. Malfoy had a very knowing expression in his eyes. I'd bet anything he'd assaulted a few peers in his day. "Using spells in the corridor? I hope you got the Gryffindor before the teachers caught you. What was it? Body bind, jelly legs."
Well, this man had been in for a surprise. "Actually, Mr. Malfoy, I hit Hermione Granger over the head with a text book. Why are you here?"
The poor man looked ready to burst out laughing, but was trying to restrain himself. "Hermione Granger? You hit Granger over the head with a text book? "
Well that settled it. Anyone who disliked Granger this much was all right in my books. "Yes I did. She basically called me a liar who knew nothing about rune translation. I took that very personally because I'm a professional linguist. Nice to meet you Mr. Malfoy. I'm Professor Aerin Kaelar."
"But.but you're a .a.."
"IF you say Muggle or Mudblood, I'll hit you too. I hate this whole bigoted 'I'm better than you' contest among you people. It's completely foolish. Now, why don't you go away before I contaminate your pureblood air."
Never let it be said that Dumbledore had bad timing. He let me into his office right then and I left an extremely bewildered Lucius Malfoy in the halls.
"Miss Kaelar, back again. Twice in one day, you must be breaking even the Weasley twins' record. What, may I ask, is so bad about my school that you must assault your peers?"
I decided to be completely honest. I had been suppressing my feelings for three moths and I was sick of it. "Nothing. It's just.I have no friends here. When you made me come this July, I left my whole life behind. I'm twenty-nine! I have family and friends who, thanks to you, think I'm documenting Quecha in South America. I never see them at all. I miss my boyfriend and my dog and my sister. I'm just sick of being a novelty to this place and I want to go home."
Dumbledore smiled sadly. "Miss Kaelar, if I'd known you felt that way, I'd have arranged for you to visit earlier. I'm sorry, I'd just thought you'd write. or apparate like our teachers and older students do. I wish there was something I could do."
"What! You mean I can't leave!"
"It's not that you can't, it's more that I don't trust you to go anywhere alone. You're unstable about magic and I think you wouldn't come back."
"I guess you're right, I probably wouldn't. Is there any way you could take me?" This prospect had just occurred to me, and it sounded great.
"I can't, personally, but I suppose I could arrange for you to go with another student. I suppose a muggle-born like Miss Granger would be preferable..Now stop that glaring, I was just teasing. I know you just hit her with a book. How about young Mr. Malfoy? He's in your year and your house and could supervise you while you show him around."
Well, this idea seemed lovely and I hugged Dumbledore in thanks.
I was going home!
Disclaimer: Okay, all of you have heard this before, so I'll make it interesting. Q: Who does the concept of Harry Potter belong to? A: If you said JK Rowling, you are right! If you said Eolande, go see a doctor!
Chapter Three: In Which Lucius Malfoy Complains
As I had been standing outside the Headmaster's office, waiting for whatever helpful advice he would certainly offer, I noticed a man come stomping towards me. I had never seen this man before, and so assumed he must be a parent, and judging by his posture, an angry one. He looked faintly like someone I knew. He had blondish hair, blue-grey eyes, tall enough, looked rich..Well; the rich part had clinched it for me. He must have been weasel-boy Malfoy's father.
I noticed him staring at me. I wondered if it was just the fact that I'm almost thirty and still wearing student robes, or that I was just being sullen, cranky sort of person. When he walked up to wait for the Headmaster with me, I decided that there was no harm in being a bit polite, so I did something new: I started a conversation.
"Hello," I said, "You must be Draco Malfoy's father. My name is Aerin, I'm also in Slytherin House, and I'm not exactly pleased to meet you."
The poor man just didn't know what to say. "Sorry? You said your IN Slytherin House? Is that possible, you look a little old? And how do you know me? Are you related to the Parkinsons? You look a bit like Pansy."
Well, that was a horrible insult if you ever heard one. No one in their right mine wants to look like an adolescent, much less an ugly one. I retaliated in the only way I knew how. Breaking into tears and glaring. The poor man didn't seem to know what was wrong with me, so he gave me his handkerchief (very ornate, didn't look like it was meant to be used at all) and tried to start over.
Never let it be said Slytherins are all-round mean people. It's just an image they project to keep other people cough*Gryfindors*cough from bothering them. This Mr. Malfoy chap seemed to be fairly nice under his 'holier and richer than thou' exterior.
"Miss.Aerin did you say?...I'm sorry if I've offended you. Rest assured it was not intentional. My name is Mr. Lucius Malfoy and I ma Draco's father. Why don't you tell me why you are in my son's House."
"Well, Mr. Malfoy, it's none of your business why I'm attending this crackpot facility, but rest assured, I hate it here. I, in fact, loathe the school and all its occupants. They also dislike me. Happy?"
"Well, Miss, that's quite sad. Is that why you're visiting the Headmaster? To get out of the school?"
"I wish it was. It so happens that I'm awaiting reams of detention for assaulting another student."
Mr. Malfoy had a very knowing expression in his eyes. I'd bet anything he'd assaulted a few peers in his day. "Using spells in the corridor? I hope you got the Gryffindor before the teachers caught you. What was it? Body bind, jelly legs."
Well, this man had been in for a surprise. "Actually, Mr. Malfoy, I hit Hermione Granger over the head with a text book. Why are you here?"
The poor man looked ready to burst out laughing, but was trying to restrain himself. "Hermione Granger? You hit Granger over the head with a text book? "
Well that settled it. Anyone who disliked Granger this much was all right in my books. "Yes I did. She basically called me a liar who knew nothing about rune translation. I took that very personally because I'm a professional linguist. Nice to meet you Mr. Malfoy. I'm Professor Aerin Kaelar."
"But.but you're a .a.."
"IF you say Muggle or Mudblood, I'll hit you too. I hate this whole bigoted 'I'm better than you' contest among you people. It's completely foolish. Now, why don't you go away before I contaminate your pureblood air."
Never let it be said that Dumbledore had bad timing. He let me into his office right then and I left an extremely bewildered Lucius Malfoy in the halls.
"Miss Kaelar, back again. Twice in one day, you must be breaking even the Weasley twins' record. What, may I ask, is so bad about my school that you must assault your peers?"
I decided to be completely honest. I had been suppressing my feelings for three moths and I was sick of it. "Nothing. It's just.I have no friends here. When you made me come this July, I left my whole life behind. I'm twenty-nine! I have family and friends who, thanks to you, think I'm documenting Quecha in South America. I never see them at all. I miss my boyfriend and my dog and my sister. I'm just sick of being a novelty to this place and I want to go home."
Dumbledore smiled sadly. "Miss Kaelar, if I'd known you felt that way, I'd have arranged for you to visit earlier. I'm sorry, I'd just thought you'd write. or apparate like our teachers and older students do. I wish there was something I could do."
"What! You mean I can't leave!"
"It's not that you can't, it's more that I don't trust you to go anywhere alone. You're unstable about magic and I think you wouldn't come back."
"I guess you're right, I probably wouldn't. Is there any way you could take me?" This prospect had just occurred to me, and it sounded great.
"I can't, personally, but I suppose I could arrange for you to go with another student. I suppose a muggle-born like Miss Granger would be preferable..Now stop that glaring, I was just teasing. I know you just hit her with a book. How about young Mr. Malfoy? He's in your year and your house and could supervise you while you show him around."
Well, this idea seemed lovely and I hugged Dumbledore in thanks.
I was going home!