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Chapter Five-ishness!
Kiki wandered the corridors for several minutes after the banquet. It had been quite an experience for her. She had never seen so many witches and wizards in one room before-and they were all kids! Well, some were younger and some were older, but they far outnumbered the grownups. And there was such a variety of them! She knew from school that England had once had colonies all over the world; tonight it seemed that all those far-flung colonies were represented at the Gryffindor table alone. An English witch with kinky brown hair was talking to another girl who must have been Indian; her skin was as brown as the other girl's hair. One boy was almost coal-black, with long ropes of hair hanging down from under his hat. There was a very pretty Chinese girl at another table; a mean-looking boy at a third whose hair was so blonde it was almost white. This might be an interesting school after all.
She walked up and down the corridors until she found what she thought was supposed to be the entrance to Gryffindor House. They'd only told her to look for a large portrait of an even larger woman in a pink gown, but she couldn't see any way in. Until she was almost hit in the face by the picture swinging wide and Harry climbing out into the corridor. Kiki barely had time to hit the floor, and Harry's first reaction was that he had indeed hit her. "Are you alright?"
She looked up at the English wizard, whose round black glasses reminded her of a younger Tombo-except for that scar on his forehead. "I'm fine, thanks, but is Gryffindor through there? I'm supposed to stay there."
"What, didn't they tell you the password?" Secret doors? Passwords? "Is there a lot of trouble between English witches?"
Harry thought of his encounters with Lord Voldemort and his servants. "Well, I guess every barrel has a few bad apples in it." "Must be a lot of bad apples, to need all this secrecy." Then Kiki realized how her words must have sounded. "Nothing personal; it's all new to me here. My name is Kiki." "And I'm Harry. Harry Potter." He waited for the recognition and the gushing adulation (or in some cases resentment) generated by the mention of his name. It never came. "Pleased to meet you, Harry. What did you say the password was?"
"Wattlebird."
She came close to laughing at him, but the picture swung open. She climbed in. "Thanks a lot. See you later." Harry was intrigued in spite of himself. Who was this witch-the only one at Hogwarts who had treated him not as a celebrity but as a person? He decided that this girl, a full head taller than he was, might be someone worth having as a friend.
And that friendship may have developed more quickly than it did, except for a flock of owls, which arrived during the second week.
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So. . . R/R. . . Yawn.
Chapter Five-ishness!
Kiki wandered the corridors for several minutes after the banquet. It had been quite an experience for her. She had never seen so many witches and wizards in one room before-and they were all kids! Well, some were younger and some were older, but they far outnumbered the grownups. And there was such a variety of them! She knew from school that England had once had colonies all over the world; tonight it seemed that all those far-flung colonies were represented at the Gryffindor table alone. An English witch with kinky brown hair was talking to another girl who must have been Indian; her skin was as brown as the other girl's hair. One boy was almost coal-black, with long ropes of hair hanging down from under his hat. There was a very pretty Chinese girl at another table; a mean-looking boy at a third whose hair was so blonde it was almost white. This might be an interesting school after all.
She walked up and down the corridors until she found what she thought was supposed to be the entrance to Gryffindor House. They'd only told her to look for a large portrait of an even larger woman in a pink gown, but she couldn't see any way in. Until she was almost hit in the face by the picture swinging wide and Harry climbing out into the corridor. Kiki barely had time to hit the floor, and Harry's first reaction was that he had indeed hit her. "Are you alright?"
She looked up at the English wizard, whose round black glasses reminded her of a younger Tombo-except for that scar on his forehead. "I'm fine, thanks, but is Gryffindor through there? I'm supposed to stay there."
"What, didn't they tell you the password?" Secret doors? Passwords? "Is there a lot of trouble between English witches?"
Harry thought of his encounters with Lord Voldemort and his servants. "Well, I guess every barrel has a few bad apples in it." "Must be a lot of bad apples, to need all this secrecy." Then Kiki realized how her words must have sounded. "Nothing personal; it's all new to me here. My name is Kiki." "And I'm Harry. Harry Potter." He waited for the recognition and the gushing adulation (or in some cases resentment) generated by the mention of his name. It never came. "Pleased to meet you, Harry. What did you say the password was?"
"Wattlebird."
She came close to laughing at him, but the picture swung open. She climbed in. "Thanks a lot. See you later." Harry was intrigued in spite of himself. Who was this witch-the only one at Hogwarts who had treated him not as a celebrity but as a person? He decided that this girl, a full head taller than he was, might be someone worth having as a friend.
And that friendship may have developed more quickly than it did, except for a flock of owls, which arrived during the second week.
***
So. . . R/R. . . Yawn.