Chapter 4:
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I nearly had a heart attack when Dumbledore announced the blonde girl's name. I knew her. Well, at least I knew of her. Her mother was one of my mother's closest friends, but I had never met Marsea in person, I had only heard about her. The rumor was that she wasn't allowed into the magical world because complications in birth had led her to be completely non-magical. Her mother told us that she didn't want Marsea to have any contact with magical people because she wouldn't understand us. But with her entry into our school, I reckoned that story had been invalidated.
I watched her at she nervously slipped the sorting hat over her head. I have to admit I was slightly disappointed to see her face disappear behind the tattered fabric. I wanted to see her some more. I crossed my fingers (yes, I really did,) while she sat, waiting for the verdict. For some reason I felt as though I would give anything for her to be in Slytherin.
"What's taking so long?" I whispered to no one in particular. I tried to sound as though it were a trivial matter to me, this girl. I didn't want anyone to think that I actually cared where a person ended up. Goyle grunted something in reply, but I didn't hear him; my mind was too clouded with thoughts of this girl. 'Man, I'm losing it.' I thought.
When the hat shouted "Slytherin!" I nearly grinned. I say nearly because I'm not the grinning type; it requires too much interest in others. I smirk a lot. Smirking displays apathy, and I have a lot of that.
I did, however, allow myself to stand up and introduce myself to Marsea as she walked over to the Slytherin table. She smiled, and I nearly doubled over. Her eyes were a mix of swirling blues and greens, and I wondered how no one could notice that this girl was magical from head to toe. She practically glowed. It was right then and there that I realized it was going to be hard to stay apathetic toward this girl.
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"I'm-" Marsea started to say.
"Marsea Brooklyn, yes I know." Said the pale boy, holding out his hand. "It's good to meet you, finally. Come sit here next to me." He nodded to Goyle, who shifted down on the bench, causing an infuriated Pansy Parkinson to fall off the end and onto the ground. She glared as Marsea walked by her and tried to lend her a hand.
"I don't need your help." Spat Pansy. Marsea raised her eyebrows and walked away.
"So," said Draco as Marsea neared him. "You're new then? Where are you from?" He, of course, knew the answer; he just didn't want her to know that.
"Brooklyn Manor, of course." She smiled. "But you know that, don't you, Malfoy?"
He sputtered a little, then caught himself. "How would I-?"
"Your mum and mine are- er, were friends." She looked down. "I know who you are because of your parents. I never knew that you all were-" she didn't know quite how to say 'wizards,' it just sounded too odd, even considering everything that had happened to her over the past two days.
"Magical?" he finished her sentence.
Just then Dumbledore's voice boomed again. He had been talking to the severe-looking Professor McGonagall, but returned his attention to the students, who were bust chattering amongst themselves.
"You may all go back to class now, I trust that Miss Brooklyn is in good hands. Teachers, I am sorry for this disturbance." He walked over to the Slytherin table and smiled faintly as he looked at Marsea. "I hope that you will enjoy being a student here, Miss Brooklyn. I am sure that Mister Malfoy can show you around." He waved goodbye and walked away briskly.
Draco turned to Marsea as Dumbledore walked away. "If he seems less than warm toward you, don't take it personally. He doesn't particularly like us Slytherins, and I'm sure he would rather you were a Gryffindor. They kiss his bum all the time." He said, as though reading her mind.
She nodded, still feeling slightly hurt by the Professor's change in attitude toward her. At least she had made a friend, though.
A greasy, hook-nosed man appeared behind them a moment later. "Well," he said coldly, but smiling a bit, "It's good that we have a new Slytherin in our midst. I trust you will fit in well here, Miss Brooklyn. Just follow Mister Malfoy's advice and you can't go wrong. Now, let's get back to class shall we?" He walked away.
"That's Professor Snape." Whispered Draco as the man walked away. "He's head of Slytherin, and the Potions teacher, which is our class right now. He's a mean, nasty man, but he favors us, and hates the Gryffindors, so that's a plus." He smiled, holding his arm out to her. "Shall we go then?"
Marsea smiled back, taking his arm. "I can't wait."
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"I don't want to go back to Potions." Whined Hermione Granger as she and her friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley got up to leave. "I hate that awful class."
"Oh, well it's my absolute favorite, Herm." Said Ron sarcastically. "I wish we could sit all day and listen to Snape lecture about how worthless we are, and how Malfoy is a model student."
"There's no need to be snippy, Ron." Said Hermione in her usual know-it-all voice. "I was just stating-"
"Whining."
"Excuse me?"
"You weren't 'stating', you were whining." Said Ron, exasperatedly, poking her in the chest. "And as far as I can remember, whining never got us out of Potions, so let's go."
Harry Potter smiled at them, chucking to himself. "You two sound like an old married couple."
They both turned to him, mouths agape.
He held his hands up in defense. "Hey! I didn't mean anything by it, it's an expression." They kept looking at him indignantly, so the turned toward the dungeons, where the potions class was held. They could see the last few stragglers leaving the hall on their way to class. Many of them looked unhappy that the school meeting hadn't taken more than 15 minutes.
"Come on, you guys." Said Harry, heading for the dungeon. "I want to see what the new girl is like anyway."
Ron walked up behind him. "She didn't strike me as a Slytherin," he said casually.
"You mean she doesn't look like an ogre?" asked Hermione haughtily.
"No, she certainly doesn't." Said Harry quietly enough for only Ron to hear. He sniggered.
"What are you two on about?" accused Hermione as they made their way down into the cold recesses of the dungeon. The air was dropping at least a degree with every step that they took.
"Nothing." Said Ron, smiling slyly. "Nothing at all."
***
"I'm sure you'll like Slytherin." Draco was saying as he led Marsea farther and farther into the underbelly of the castle. Crabbe and Goyle were walking well behind them; Draco had completely lost any interest in them the minute he started talking to Marsea. They were grunting to each other in low undertones as Draco showed Marsea each and every thing that there was to see on their way to potions.
"That there," He whispered as they strolled by a stone wall that looked just like the rest of the stone walls in the castle, "Is the entrance to the Slytherin common room. It's very nice looking once you get inside. I'll show you later. Although, it's nothing compared to my house back home." He beamed as he talked about his wealth. "I reckon yours it quite large as well?"
"I suppose so." Said Marsea, smiling. She knew for a fact that her home was nearly twice the size of Malfoy Manor. She had been to Draco's "house" before, when her mother had gone to meet Draco's mother, Narcissa. It was enormous. Brooklyn Manor was obscenely gargantuan.
They walked down several more corridors, finally reaching a room where Marsea could see a faint glow coming from many steaming cauldrons.
"Welcome to potions class." Said Draco, waving his hand about like a model from 'The Price is Right'. "I sit over here." He crossed the room and motioned for her to sit down. All the heads in the room turned to examine Marsea as she crossed and peered into the cauldron placed on their dark oak desk.
"What is that?" She asked, turning to Draco. "It looks horrid."
"That, is Pariculus Serum. It causes blindness." Said a cold voice behind her. She turned around to see the greasy, hook-nosed vulture of a man that she had met earlier. He was sneering, but looked pleased as he eyed her up and down.
"Oh." She shifted uncomfortably on her feet. "Thank you, professor."
"You certainly are 'nice-looking' for a Slytherin." He said. "We don't have a lot of blonde girls, nor attractive ones, as you can see."
Marsea nervously looked around the room at the other Slytherin girls. He was right of course, but the way he was standing so close made her nervous..
"Erm, I suppose we should start class, then?" She asked, forcing a smile.
"Yes, I suppose we should." He turned away and slid to the front of the room, turning once again toward the class. "Well then, as you can see, we have been joined by Miss Brooklyn, the newest Slytherin. She will be joining our class from now on, and along with Mister Malfoy, I'm sure she will make a stunning addition to our class."
Just then, three kids came stumbling into class.
"Late again, You three?" Sneered Snape. "Twenty points from Gryffindor. Take your seats."
One, with flaming red hair, shot Snape a glare that would freeze their Pariculus Serum. Apparently, Snape didn't notice. The three kids took their seats in the table farthest from where Marsea and Draco were sitting. Crabbe and Goyle had seated themselves on the other side of Draco.
The class ending after only twenty minutes and only Neville Longbottom had managed to melt his cauldron. That was the second one that day.
Marsea stood up and walked with Draco toward the door, listening to him discussing everything that she would be in for the Hogwarts.
"Did I tell you that I play Quidditch for Slytherin?" he said proudly. Then, noting the look on confusion on Marsea's face he said "Well of course you don't know about quidditch. You've been kept away from our world, but I'll tell you. Quidditch is our most popular game. I suppose it's kind of like, what do you call it? Football? We fly around on broomsticks and pass a leather ball around, and try not to get hit by the bludgers. Oh, it's very dangerous." He looked at her seriously, as though she should be worried that he may get hurt. "And I've got the most important position. I'm seeker, I go around and try to catch the Golden Snitch, which is this tiny little winged thing. It's very difficult, especially when you've got Potter over there trying to sabotage me." He pointed at one of the boys who had come in late, who was also headed for the door. He had wild hair and thick glasses. "Oh, he's harmless, of course, but it really slows me down when I've got him trying to knock me off of my broom, you know what I mean?"
"Uh, yeah." She said, raising her eyebrows. "No, I don't know what you mean, I've never ridden a broomstick."
"Well, that's easily remedied. I'll teach you this afternoon." She smiled brightly.
Marsea was looking back at him, not looking at where she was going when
"Ow! Watch what you're doing!"
She had trodded on an angry-looking girl with bushy brown hair, who was scowling at her.
"Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry." Said Marsea, trying to smile. She held out her hand. "I'm Marsea-"
"I know who you are." Said the brown-haired girl. "And you Slytherins are all the same. Never thinking about other people, always stepping on them."
"But I didn't- I apologized!" Said Marsea, getting angry. "I didn't step on you on purpose!"
"Look, I don't care." Said the girl coldly.
"Hermione, let's go!" Yelled Harry Potter. "It's lunch and I'm starved."
The girl threw one last cold look at Marsea and stomped away.
"What was that about?" Asked Marsea, turning back to Draco.
"She's a pill, that Granger. She's had it out for Slytherins since the beginning. Plus," he said, smiling. "She hates girls who are prettier than her. That leaves her with Potter and Weasley.
***Okay everyone, that was chapter 4. I hope you enjoyed it! Please review.
Next chapter: Mystery!! Intrigue!! A Quidditch Lesson!! Diagon Alley!! And, what's up with Snape?
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I nearly had a heart attack when Dumbledore announced the blonde girl's name. I knew her. Well, at least I knew of her. Her mother was one of my mother's closest friends, but I had never met Marsea in person, I had only heard about her. The rumor was that she wasn't allowed into the magical world because complications in birth had led her to be completely non-magical. Her mother told us that she didn't want Marsea to have any contact with magical people because she wouldn't understand us. But with her entry into our school, I reckoned that story had been invalidated.
I watched her at she nervously slipped the sorting hat over her head. I have to admit I was slightly disappointed to see her face disappear behind the tattered fabric. I wanted to see her some more. I crossed my fingers (yes, I really did,) while she sat, waiting for the verdict. For some reason I felt as though I would give anything for her to be in Slytherin.
"What's taking so long?" I whispered to no one in particular. I tried to sound as though it were a trivial matter to me, this girl. I didn't want anyone to think that I actually cared where a person ended up. Goyle grunted something in reply, but I didn't hear him; my mind was too clouded with thoughts of this girl. 'Man, I'm losing it.' I thought.
When the hat shouted "Slytherin!" I nearly grinned. I say nearly because I'm not the grinning type; it requires too much interest in others. I smirk a lot. Smirking displays apathy, and I have a lot of that.
I did, however, allow myself to stand up and introduce myself to Marsea as she walked over to the Slytherin table. She smiled, and I nearly doubled over. Her eyes were a mix of swirling blues and greens, and I wondered how no one could notice that this girl was magical from head to toe. She practically glowed. It was right then and there that I realized it was going to be hard to stay apathetic toward this girl.
***
"I'm-" Marsea started to say.
"Marsea Brooklyn, yes I know." Said the pale boy, holding out his hand. "It's good to meet you, finally. Come sit here next to me." He nodded to Goyle, who shifted down on the bench, causing an infuriated Pansy Parkinson to fall off the end and onto the ground. She glared as Marsea walked by her and tried to lend her a hand.
"I don't need your help." Spat Pansy. Marsea raised her eyebrows and walked away.
"So," said Draco as Marsea neared him. "You're new then? Where are you from?" He, of course, knew the answer; he just didn't want her to know that.
"Brooklyn Manor, of course." She smiled. "But you know that, don't you, Malfoy?"
He sputtered a little, then caught himself. "How would I-?"
"Your mum and mine are- er, were friends." She looked down. "I know who you are because of your parents. I never knew that you all were-" she didn't know quite how to say 'wizards,' it just sounded too odd, even considering everything that had happened to her over the past two days.
"Magical?" he finished her sentence.
Just then Dumbledore's voice boomed again. He had been talking to the severe-looking Professor McGonagall, but returned his attention to the students, who were bust chattering amongst themselves.
"You may all go back to class now, I trust that Miss Brooklyn is in good hands. Teachers, I am sorry for this disturbance." He walked over to the Slytherin table and smiled faintly as he looked at Marsea. "I hope that you will enjoy being a student here, Miss Brooklyn. I am sure that Mister Malfoy can show you around." He waved goodbye and walked away briskly.
Draco turned to Marsea as Dumbledore walked away. "If he seems less than warm toward you, don't take it personally. He doesn't particularly like us Slytherins, and I'm sure he would rather you were a Gryffindor. They kiss his bum all the time." He said, as though reading her mind.
She nodded, still feeling slightly hurt by the Professor's change in attitude toward her. At least she had made a friend, though.
A greasy, hook-nosed man appeared behind them a moment later. "Well," he said coldly, but smiling a bit, "It's good that we have a new Slytherin in our midst. I trust you will fit in well here, Miss Brooklyn. Just follow Mister Malfoy's advice and you can't go wrong. Now, let's get back to class shall we?" He walked away.
"That's Professor Snape." Whispered Draco as the man walked away. "He's head of Slytherin, and the Potions teacher, which is our class right now. He's a mean, nasty man, but he favors us, and hates the Gryffindors, so that's a plus." He smiled, holding his arm out to her. "Shall we go then?"
Marsea smiled back, taking his arm. "I can't wait."
***
"I don't want to go back to Potions." Whined Hermione Granger as she and her friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley got up to leave. "I hate that awful class."
"Oh, well it's my absolute favorite, Herm." Said Ron sarcastically. "I wish we could sit all day and listen to Snape lecture about how worthless we are, and how Malfoy is a model student."
"There's no need to be snippy, Ron." Said Hermione in her usual know-it-all voice. "I was just stating-"
"Whining."
"Excuse me?"
"You weren't 'stating', you were whining." Said Ron, exasperatedly, poking her in the chest. "And as far as I can remember, whining never got us out of Potions, so let's go."
Harry Potter smiled at them, chucking to himself. "You two sound like an old married couple."
They both turned to him, mouths agape.
He held his hands up in defense. "Hey! I didn't mean anything by it, it's an expression." They kept looking at him indignantly, so the turned toward the dungeons, where the potions class was held. They could see the last few stragglers leaving the hall on their way to class. Many of them looked unhappy that the school meeting hadn't taken more than 15 minutes.
"Come on, you guys." Said Harry, heading for the dungeon. "I want to see what the new girl is like anyway."
Ron walked up behind him. "She didn't strike me as a Slytherin," he said casually.
"You mean she doesn't look like an ogre?" asked Hermione haughtily.
"No, she certainly doesn't." Said Harry quietly enough for only Ron to hear. He sniggered.
"What are you two on about?" accused Hermione as they made their way down into the cold recesses of the dungeon. The air was dropping at least a degree with every step that they took.
"Nothing." Said Ron, smiling slyly. "Nothing at all."
***
"I'm sure you'll like Slytherin." Draco was saying as he led Marsea farther and farther into the underbelly of the castle. Crabbe and Goyle were walking well behind them; Draco had completely lost any interest in them the minute he started talking to Marsea. They were grunting to each other in low undertones as Draco showed Marsea each and every thing that there was to see on their way to potions.
"That there," He whispered as they strolled by a stone wall that looked just like the rest of the stone walls in the castle, "Is the entrance to the Slytherin common room. It's very nice looking once you get inside. I'll show you later. Although, it's nothing compared to my house back home." He beamed as he talked about his wealth. "I reckon yours it quite large as well?"
"I suppose so." Said Marsea, smiling. She knew for a fact that her home was nearly twice the size of Malfoy Manor. She had been to Draco's "house" before, when her mother had gone to meet Draco's mother, Narcissa. It was enormous. Brooklyn Manor was obscenely gargantuan.
They walked down several more corridors, finally reaching a room where Marsea could see a faint glow coming from many steaming cauldrons.
"Welcome to potions class." Said Draco, waving his hand about like a model from 'The Price is Right'. "I sit over here." He crossed the room and motioned for her to sit down. All the heads in the room turned to examine Marsea as she crossed and peered into the cauldron placed on their dark oak desk.
"What is that?" She asked, turning to Draco. "It looks horrid."
"That, is Pariculus Serum. It causes blindness." Said a cold voice behind her. She turned around to see the greasy, hook-nosed vulture of a man that she had met earlier. He was sneering, but looked pleased as he eyed her up and down.
"Oh." She shifted uncomfortably on her feet. "Thank you, professor."
"You certainly are 'nice-looking' for a Slytherin." He said. "We don't have a lot of blonde girls, nor attractive ones, as you can see."
Marsea nervously looked around the room at the other Slytherin girls. He was right of course, but the way he was standing so close made her nervous..
"Erm, I suppose we should start class, then?" She asked, forcing a smile.
"Yes, I suppose we should." He turned away and slid to the front of the room, turning once again toward the class. "Well then, as you can see, we have been joined by Miss Brooklyn, the newest Slytherin. She will be joining our class from now on, and along with Mister Malfoy, I'm sure she will make a stunning addition to our class."
Just then, three kids came stumbling into class.
"Late again, You three?" Sneered Snape. "Twenty points from Gryffindor. Take your seats."
One, with flaming red hair, shot Snape a glare that would freeze their Pariculus Serum. Apparently, Snape didn't notice. The three kids took their seats in the table farthest from where Marsea and Draco were sitting. Crabbe and Goyle had seated themselves on the other side of Draco.
The class ending after only twenty minutes and only Neville Longbottom had managed to melt his cauldron. That was the second one that day.
Marsea stood up and walked with Draco toward the door, listening to him discussing everything that she would be in for the Hogwarts.
"Did I tell you that I play Quidditch for Slytherin?" he said proudly. Then, noting the look on confusion on Marsea's face he said "Well of course you don't know about quidditch. You've been kept away from our world, but I'll tell you. Quidditch is our most popular game. I suppose it's kind of like, what do you call it? Football? We fly around on broomsticks and pass a leather ball around, and try not to get hit by the bludgers. Oh, it's very dangerous." He looked at her seriously, as though she should be worried that he may get hurt. "And I've got the most important position. I'm seeker, I go around and try to catch the Golden Snitch, which is this tiny little winged thing. It's very difficult, especially when you've got Potter over there trying to sabotage me." He pointed at one of the boys who had come in late, who was also headed for the door. He had wild hair and thick glasses. "Oh, he's harmless, of course, but it really slows me down when I've got him trying to knock me off of my broom, you know what I mean?"
"Uh, yeah." She said, raising her eyebrows. "No, I don't know what you mean, I've never ridden a broomstick."
"Well, that's easily remedied. I'll teach you this afternoon." She smiled brightly.
Marsea was looking back at him, not looking at where she was going when
"Ow! Watch what you're doing!"
She had trodded on an angry-looking girl with bushy brown hair, who was scowling at her.
"Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry." Said Marsea, trying to smile. She held out her hand. "I'm Marsea-"
"I know who you are." Said the brown-haired girl. "And you Slytherins are all the same. Never thinking about other people, always stepping on them."
"But I didn't- I apologized!" Said Marsea, getting angry. "I didn't step on you on purpose!"
"Look, I don't care." Said the girl coldly.
"Hermione, let's go!" Yelled Harry Potter. "It's lunch and I'm starved."
The girl threw one last cold look at Marsea and stomped away.
"What was that about?" Asked Marsea, turning back to Draco.
"She's a pill, that Granger. She's had it out for Slytherins since the beginning. Plus," he said, smiling. "She hates girls who are prettier than her. That leaves her with Potter and Weasley.
***Okay everyone, that was chapter 4. I hope you enjoyed it! Please review.
Next chapter: Mystery!! Intrigue!! A Quidditch Lesson!! Diagon Alley!! And, what's up with Snape?
