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Part: 6
A/N* Thank you for all your reviews. I found some of the house choices quite interesting, and I can see where you're coming from. Oh, and I'm reading these super interesting fics by *Sleeping~Beauty*. They're call Chloe Patil at Hogwarts, she's got about 20 parts out, so if your ever bored or want a good story to read, it's awsome. Two thumbs up. Anyway, getting back to the story…
The train was booming with people, animals, and loud banging noises. Cats scurried through their feet, and a plump boy nearly knocked them over as he was trying to catch his toad. They hauled their trunks down the narrow hallway, and followed the people in front of them who were also carrying trunk.
"There must be some sort of storage compartment," Claudine yelled, "I can't see them making you keep it on your lap the whole time."
"Great Observation, Claudine," Claudette yelled in over-enthusiastic sarcasm.
"Well, these people look like they know what they're doing, so we'll just stick close to them," said Claudia, trying to restore the peace.
Sure enough the red-haired boy in front of them seemed to know where he was going. At the very end of the train, there was about three compartments devoted to the trunks. There must've been at least three-hundred trunks, but Claudine suspected that the three men with wands standing at the door of every compartment, were there to shrink them, or apparate them directly to the school. There was definitely not enough room in the compartments to fit that kind of luggage naturally.
They left the luggage at the door and went to find seats. The train was really filling up. There were only a few seats here and there left. After walking the length of the train for the third time, they decided finding three seats together was hopeless, so they each went to a different part of the train, looking for the most accommodating people.
Claudia ended up around a group of what looked to be fifth year students. Beside her, there were two boys who were talking quietly to each other, and behind, there was a boy who was clasping a camera, almost lovingly, in his hand.
Claudine was about three compartments up. The compartment was quite a bit smaller than the others, or maybe it only seemed that way because of the two trouble-makers within it. She had learned their names were Fred and George from the countless teachers that had came in a yelled:
"Fred, no exploding snap on board the train."
"George, change out of your muggle clothes in the BATHROOM!"
Claudine figured they must've gotten into trouble a lot for the teachers to tell them apart. They were identical in appearence, and identical in actions. They resembled another boy in the compartment also, and judging by the jumpers that they wore, and the same coppery hair, they were probably brothers.
Claudette was at the back compartment of the train, right next to the storage compartments. In that compartment, there were a whole lot of shady looking characters. The girl in front of Claudette was a manly, butch, looking girl, with coarse black hair and a square jutted jaw. Sitting beside the girl, was a hard, but pretty girl with steely grey eyes and perfect porcelain skin. She looked quite interested in the cute blonde guy sitting next to her. He shared her cold grey eyes, but he was tanned, like he had been away for the summer. He looked like a surfer with the contrast from his skin to his white blonde hair. It was gelled perfectly, as though his mother did it.
Sitting next to Claudette were two thuggish looking boys. They looked like they could've been in seventh year. They had broad shoulders, and thick necks. One of them was sorta good looking, but the bowl-cut of the other one just didn't do it for Claudette. She struck up a conversation with them anyways, after all, it was going to be a long ride.
"So what year are you boys in?," she asked with a flirtatious smile.
"Uhh," the boy looked up at the ceiling for a moment, " Fifth year here."
"Really," Claudette faked an interested look, "You look much older."
"…Really."
"Oh yeah, I was just thinking to myself that you could be in seventh year, maybe even repeating it for the second time," Claudette giggled. The boy tried to too, but it came out more like, "Ahh huh."
"So how would you like to tell me your names?"
" I'm Crabbe, he's Goyle," said the cuter one with the thick eyebrows, motioning to his friend with his thumb. He acknowledged her with a quick smile.
The blonde boy in front of her whispered to the pretty girl beside him.
"What are those two goofs doing now."
He turned around slowly and stared at Goyle, who kept a stone face as his gaze moved to Crabbe, and then to Claudette. He looked shock, but regained his composure immediately. He smiled at Crabbe and Goyle, then gave them a small wink.
"ahem. Allow me to introduce myself," he said to Claudette in a cocky air, "My name is Draco Malfoy."
He held out his hand, which Claudette hold onto, shaking gently.
"Claudette, charmed I'm sure."
They were both staring into each others eyes, hanging onto the hand shake far too long, when Draco received a elbow in the ribs from the girl beside him.
"…uhhh, Draco," she said in a snotty tone, "Don't you think you should be changing into your school robes now."
Draco slid his hand out from Claudette's, not removing his stare.
"Ok, I'll be back."
Crabbe and Goyle exchanged excited looks, trying to keep themselves from laughing at the rage on the tiny girl's face.
Draco made his way down the hall slowly, turning his head to look back at Claudette.
"What do you think you're doing?," the small girl turned around to say, her cold grey eyes falling on Claudette's green.
"Excuse me," Claudette said coolly, this kinda thing wasn't new to her.
"You know what I'm talking about," the girl hissed, "Don't mess with me, because I'm a somebody around here, unlike you."
"Who exactly do you think you are?," Claudette said smoothly, matching her threatening tongue.
"Pansy Parkinson, and don't forget it," Pansy replied threateningly, turning around in her seat, her shiny black hair turned to Claudette. She began whispering to the girl next to her.
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Draco headed towards the bathroom.
'You shouldn't listen to Pansy, your Draco Malfoy, she doesn't own you,' he thought to himself, ' what are you, whipped.'
But his thoughts were cut short as his eyes fell upon a dark haired boy with an awful scar on his forehead, the red haired boy, and a bushy brown-haired girl that was sitting beside Claudine, who had her nose in 'Hogwarts: A History.'
"Well, well, well," Draco siad in a slow draughl, "If it isn't 'famous' Harry Potter and his trusty sidekicks Ron 'can't afford proper clothes' Weasley and Hermione 'mudblood and proud' Granger."
Claudine now had her head out of her book and was listening intently.
"Oh Shut up Malfoy," the black haired boy yelled, followed by the two rambunctious twins.
"Nice tan, Malfoy," Fred yelled mockingly.
"What, did your nasty hawk owl crap in your moisturizer," yelled George, followed by Malfoy turning on heel, brandishing his wand behind his back.
"What was that all about?," Claudine asked the frizzy haired girl next to her.
"Oh nothing major," she said with a smile, putting down her copy of Hogwarts: A History, "He's just a jerk with a big attitude."
"Well, he sure is rude," Claudine said matter-of-factly, "Hermione—is it."
"Yes," she said with a kind smile, "What about you?"
"Oh, I'm Claudine," she said, "Nice to meet you."
"The same to you," Hermione said warmly, "Well Claudine, this is Ron," Ron smiled at her and nodded, "Harry," the black haired boy smiled and waved, "Fred,"
"How d'ya do?," he said jokingly, pretending to tip his hat.
"George,"
"M'Lady," he said bowing to the floor.
"and Ginny."
"Hello," she said shyly through her copper red hair.
"Hi, everyone," Claudine smiled at them, feeling incredibly nervous, "It's very nice to meet you all."
"That's an lovely accent you have," mentioned Hermione.
"Oh," Claudine blushed, "I wish I didn't have it, It sounds so sloppy compared to your speech."
"Nonsense," Hermione smiled, " She looked at her beat up copy of 'Hogwarts:A History', "I see you have a copy."
"Oh yes," bursted Claudine, looking as though she was about to explode with information, "It's been an incredible help. I don't know what I'd have done without it."
"Me,too," Hermione looked the same as Claudine looked, " It's so interesting, Have you read the Chapter on former headmasters and mistresses?"
"Atleast ten times."
"Did you catch the passage on-"
They went on like this the whole ride--- much to the rolling eyes of Ron.
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Please Reveiw!
-what houses do you think they should be placed in?
-Who's your favourite?
-Any comments or suggestion!
Thank you!
Part: 6
A/N* Thank you for all your reviews. I found some of the house choices quite interesting, and I can see where you're coming from. Oh, and I'm reading these super interesting fics by *Sleeping~Beauty*. They're call Chloe Patil at Hogwarts, she's got about 20 parts out, so if your ever bored or want a good story to read, it's awsome. Two thumbs up. Anyway, getting back to the story…
The train was booming with people, animals, and loud banging noises. Cats scurried through their feet, and a plump boy nearly knocked them over as he was trying to catch his toad. They hauled their trunks down the narrow hallway, and followed the people in front of them who were also carrying trunk.
"There must be some sort of storage compartment," Claudine yelled, "I can't see them making you keep it on your lap the whole time."
"Great Observation, Claudine," Claudette yelled in over-enthusiastic sarcasm.
"Well, these people look like they know what they're doing, so we'll just stick close to them," said Claudia, trying to restore the peace.
Sure enough the red-haired boy in front of them seemed to know where he was going. At the very end of the train, there was about three compartments devoted to the trunks. There must've been at least three-hundred trunks, but Claudine suspected that the three men with wands standing at the door of every compartment, were there to shrink them, or apparate them directly to the school. There was definitely not enough room in the compartments to fit that kind of luggage naturally.
They left the luggage at the door and went to find seats. The train was really filling up. There were only a few seats here and there left. After walking the length of the train for the third time, they decided finding three seats together was hopeless, so they each went to a different part of the train, looking for the most accommodating people.
Claudia ended up around a group of what looked to be fifth year students. Beside her, there were two boys who were talking quietly to each other, and behind, there was a boy who was clasping a camera, almost lovingly, in his hand.
Claudine was about three compartments up. The compartment was quite a bit smaller than the others, or maybe it only seemed that way because of the two trouble-makers within it. She had learned their names were Fred and George from the countless teachers that had came in a yelled:
"Fred, no exploding snap on board the train."
"George, change out of your muggle clothes in the BATHROOM!"
Claudine figured they must've gotten into trouble a lot for the teachers to tell them apart. They were identical in appearence, and identical in actions. They resembled another boy in the compartment also, and judging by the jumpers that they wore, and the same coppery hair, they were probably brothers.
Claudette was at the back compartment of the train, right next to the storage compartments. In that compartment, there were a whole lot of shady looking characters. The girl in front of Claudette was a manly, butch, looking girl, with coarse black hair and a square jutted jaw. Sitting beside the girl, was a hard, but pretty girl with steely grey eyes and perfect porcelain skin. She looked quite interested in the cute blonde guy sitting next to her. He shared her cold grey eyes, but he was tanned, like he had been away for the summer. He looked like a surfer with the contrast from his skin to his white blonde hair. It was gelled perfectly, as though his mother did it.
Sitting next to Claudette were two thuggish looking boys. They looked like they could've been in seventh year. They had broad shoulders, and thick necks. One of them was sorta good looking, but the bowl-cut of the other one just didn't do it for Claudette. She struck up a conversation with them anyways, after all, it was going to be a long ride.
"So what year are you boys in?," she asked with a flirtatious smile.
"Uhh," the boy looked up at the ceiling for a moment, " Fifth year here."
"Really," Claudette faked an interested look, "You look much older."
"…Really."
"Oh yeah, I was just thinking to myself that you could be in seventh year, maybe even repeating it for the second time," Claudette giggled. The boy tried to too, but it came out more like, "Ahh huh."
"So how would you like to tell me your names?"
" I'm Crabbe, he's Goyle," said the cuter one with the thick eyebrows, motioning to his friend with his thumb. He acknowledged her with a quick smile.
The blonde boy in front of her whispered to the pretty girl beside him.
"What are those two goofs doing now."
He turned around slowly and stared at Goyle, who kept a stone face as his gaze moved to Crabbe, and then to Claudette. He looked shock, but regained his composure immediately. He smiled at Crabbe and Goyle, then gave them a small wink.
"ahem. Allow me to introduce myself," he said to Claudette in a cocky air, "My name is Draco Malfoy."
He held out his hand, which Claudette hold onto, shaking gently.
"Claudette, charmed I'm sure."
They were both staring into each others eyes, hanging onto the hand shake far too long, when Draco received a elbow in the ribs from the girl beside him.
"…uhhh, Draco," she said in a snotty tone, "Don't you think you should be changing into your school robes now."
Draco slid his hand out from Claudette's, not removing his stare.
"Ok, I'll be back."
Crabbe and Goyle exchanged excited looks, trying to keep themselves from laughing at the rage on the tiny girl's face.
Draco made his way down the hall slowly, turning his head to look back at Claudette.
"What do you think you're doing?," the small girl turned around to say, her cold grey eyes falling on Claudette's green.
"Excuse me," Claudette said coolly, this kinda thing wasn't new to her.
"You know what I'm talking about," the girl hissed, "Don't mess with me, because I'm a somebody around here, unlike you."
"Who exactly do you think you are?," Claudette said smoothly, matching her threatening tongue.
"Pansy Parkinson, and don't forget it," Pansy replied threateningly, turning around in her seat, her shiny black hair turned to Claudette. She began whispering to the girl next to her.
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Draco headed towards the bathroom.
'You shouldn't listen to Pansy, your Draco Malfoy, she doesn't own you,' he thought to himself, ' what are you, whipped.'
But his thoughts were cut short as his eyes fell upon a dark haired boy with an awful scar on his forehead, the red haired boy, and a bushy brown-haired girl that was sitting beside Claudine, who had her nose in 'Hogwarts: A History.'
"Well, well, well," Draco siad in a slow draughl, "If it isn't 'famous' Harry Potter and his trusty sidekicks Ron 'can't afford proper clothes' Weasley and Hermione 'mudblood and proud' Granger."
Claudine now had her head out of her book and was listening intently.
"Oh Shut up Malfoy," the black haired boy yelled, followed by the two rambunctious twins.
"Nice tan, Malfoy," Fred yelled mockingly.
"What, did your nasty hawk owl crap in your moisturizer," yelled George, followed by Malfoy turning on heel, brandishing his wand behind his back.
"What was that all about?," Claudine asked the frizzy haired girl next to her.
"Oh nothing major," she said with a smile, putting down her copy of Hogwarts: A History, "He's just a jerk with a big attitude."
"Well, he sure is rude," Claudine said matter-of-factly, "Hermione—is it."
"Yes," she said with a kind smile, "What about you?"
"Oh, I'm Claudine," she said, "Nice to meet you."
"The same to you," Hermione said warmly, "Well Claudine, this is Ron," Ron smiled at her and nodded, "Harry," the black haired boy smiled and waved, "Fred,"
"How d'ya do?," he said jokingly, pretending to tip his hat.
"George,"
"M'Lady," he said bowing to the floor.
"and Ginny."
"Hello," she said shyly through her copper red hair.
"Hi, everyone," Claudine smiled at them, feeling incredibly nervous, "It's very nice to meet you all."
"That's an lovely accent you have," mentioned Hermione.
"Oh," Claudine blushed, "I wish I didn't have it, It sounds so sloppy compared to your speech."
"Nonsense," Hermione smiled, " She looked at her beat up copy of 'Hogwarts:A History', "I see you have a copy."
"Oh yes," bursted Claudine, looking as though she was about to explode with information, "It's been an incredible help. I don't know what I'd have done without it."
"Me,too," Hermione looked the same as Claudine looked, " It's so interesting, Have you read the Chapter on former headmasters and mistresses?"
"Atleast ten times."
"Did you catch the passage on-"
They went on like this the whole ride--- much to the rolling eyes of Ron.
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Please Reveiw!
-what houses do you think they should be placed in?
-Who's your favourite?
-Any comments or suggestion!
Thank you!