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Sorry for all the other comments on house selection, you'll see how all this fits as the plot goes on. Please keep Reading!!! The next few stories will be really entertaining (I hope), so please keep reading and REVEIWING!!!!THANK YOU!!
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A/N* Thanks for picking this story! I hope no one was too unhappy about the houses I put everyone in, I tried my best to please everyone, but sometimes, yah just can't do it. Anyway, I still like to hear suggestions and ideas from the readers so please review with your comments, thanks!
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Part: 9
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The Feast was amazing! Dish upon golden dish of every thing you could imagine; Turkey, Roasted Beef and lamb, fish, chicken, steak, even a whole hog with an apple in its mouth! Claudia sat and chatted with the fellow students at the Ravenclaw table. She was sitting next to a girl with light brown hair. She was very pretty. She had the most incredible dark green eyes, and subtle blonde highlights around her face.
"Hello," the girl said with a grin, "I'm Padma Patil, 5th year."
"Oh hello," Claudia replied shyly, "Claudia, 5th year, also."
"..But," Padma had a confused look on her face, " You just got sorted, you have to be a---"
"I just moved here," Claudia interrupted, "This is my first year at Hogwarts."
"I thought you looked a little old," Padma said, her thin eyebrows scrunched to the bottom of her forehead, "We'll have classes together. Are you good at transfiguration? Because, I've been having a hell of a time with it."
"I'm not too terrible," Claudia blushed, it was her best subject, " Simple stuff, like turning chairs into rafts, or conjuring pens and such don't give me much trouble."
"Wow," Padma's dark green eyes went wide, "That's, like, sixth year magic. This'll be great! You can help me with it."
"Maybe you could help me with Divination," Claudia sighed, "I don't even know why I bothered with that class."
"This is your lucky day!" Padma looked excited, way too excited, " Divination is like, my best subject. How perfect is that!"
"Way perfect," Claudia didn't know about Padma. She seemed nice and all, but a tad flaky. She was someone to talk to, though, and she was grateful for that.
"Claud," Padma squeaked in a way too, I've known you forever tone, " You have to meet Cho. Cho look it's the newest fifth year Ravenclaw."
"Hey," Cho said. Her deep brown eyes looked troubled.
"Nice to meet you," Claudia told her warmly. She had a feeling there was more to this girl than met the eye.
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Claudette was picking at her food, barely eating anything as usual. When the dessert appeared on the table she made no effort to reach for the luscious cherry cheesecake that was sitting directly in front of her. Instead, she picked up the tea kettle and poured some green tea into the delicate porcelain cup. She brought the cup up to her glossy lips when she noticed that conniving little witch, Pansy Parkinson, talking in a huddle to a bunch of other girls, talking occasional glances at Claudette, sneering. The girl across the table spoke to Claudette in a harsh whisper:
"She's really pissed about you flirting with Draco. Every girl knows that she's got dibbs on that specimen."
"Really," Claudette answered the girl, resting her tea cup daintily back on its saucer, "She'll have to forgive me for what I'm going to do next then."
Claudette gave the girl an evil grin, which she returned.
"She's had it coming to her. She walks around here like she owns the whole damn castle. Some one's gotta teach her a lesson."
"And I think were the ones to do it," Claudette told the girl, who she was starting to like more and more, "We'll be a team; Claudette and…"
"Larissa; and what a team it will be."
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The Gryffindor table was loud and rambunctious, as they always were, discussing the upcoming quidditch season.
"We need a new keeper," George said in a disgruntled voice, "Hey, Ron, that be a good job for you. You'd just have to stay level with the hoops and try to look useful."
"I don't know, George," Fred said with a snicker, "He's quite useless on his feet, I'd hate the thought of in the air."
Everyone laughed at the twins, even Ron let out a sarcastic "ha, ha".
"Actually," Harry mentioned, "I don't think that's a bad idea, Ron. You should go for it."
"Do any of you play on the quidditch team?" Claudine asked cautiously.
"Yeah, Harry's seeker, and these to dungbrains are the beaters," Ron replied.
"The English Quidditch league is really good," Claudine said, enthusiastic about the subject, "The Chudly Cannons have gotta be my fave, though."
Ron doubled back, and a huge grin spread across his face.
"Finally," Ron told the whole table, "A person with a proper head on their shoulders. Tell me, do you think it's a good trade for Jackson and Hewitt for Krum?"
"Well, Krum's young and very good," Claudine smiled, "But, they'll be giving up two of the best beaters to come out of England in a long time. I wouldn't trade them, but Krum could improve their chances."
"I happen to know Krum," Hermione said to Claudine, eager to be included into the conversation.
"Get out!" Claudine gave Hermione a soft shove.
"Really, he's quite likable, and intelligent. You wouldn't know he was a great quidditch player from talking to him. He's quite down-to-earth."
"Would you like a slice of raspberry cheesecake, Claudine?" Ron asked her, holding up the dish.
"No thank you, R--"
"Shhhhhhh," Hermione hissed, "Dumbledore's speaking."
A hush spread over the hall as a jolly old man approached the podium. Although he was rather tall, he had a silvery white beard which tickled the floor with each step. He had penetrating blue eyes that looked so much younger than his body. But there was a certain sadness lurking behind those eyes, something he was trying to hide. He wore a smile, nonetheless, and welcomed everyone to Hogwarts as merrily as ever, but Claudine could tell there was something wrong, something was worrying him.
"This year, I hope, will be Hogwarts' best yet! We have a few surprises in store for the coming year, I also recommend that anyone who hasn't tasted Fred and George's confections, simply must try one of the Weasley's Canary creams, they're absolutely fabulous," he sneakily added, winking at Fred and George behind his half moon spectacles, "The Quidditch season will be up and running this year, and your heads of houses will inform you of each houses dates, or you can always contact Madam Hooch. Also, Mr Filch, the schools custodian, has some additions to his list of items banned within the castle: self lasooing rope, adhesive hair clips, and, oh my, Canary Creams.," Dumbledore gave Mr. Filch a small grin from where he was standing in the entry way. There was absolutely no amusement in his lamp like gaze.
"Well, now that your tummies are full and your minds are ready to be filled, I'd say it's bed time. Rise with the sun tomorrow!"
All the students began to rise from their respected table. All you could hear for a moment was the sound of the friction between the legs of the chair and the cold marble floor. The stampede out the door halted. Claudia could hear older students shouting, "Slytherins," or another one saying, "Hufflepuffs," and one ear Claudia shouting, "Ravenclaws," with a silvery 'P' dangling from the waist of his robes.
Claudia headed over towards the boy, but felt a tug on her shoulder. She turned around and say that it was Padma.
"Oh, don't bother with that," she said, waving her pink nail polished hand dismissively, "We'll show you where the common room is."
"OK," Claudia said to Padma and Cho, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt."
Claudia followed Padma and Cho up the marble staircase, down the hall to the left, through a tapestry wall hanging, up a zigzagging stairway, down the hall to the right, to a mural filled wall. It was a picture of the night sky, the stars even twinkled.
Cho said to the picture, "Reveal yourself."
At Cho's words, a door of glass appeared in the center of the mural. Padma grasped the crystal knob and opened the door, pushed through the starry material that covered the entrance to show a tiny, brick lined room with a single torch bracket on the far wall.
Claudia was thinking how she was going to remember how to get back here.
"Drats," Padma gave her best exasperated look, "We've forgotten to get the password from a prefect."
"Who is the Prefect this year, anyway?" Cho asked Padma.
"I think its Sean Taford, I guess we'll see, anyways. We'll have to wait for them to get in."
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Claudine went up to Gryffindor tower with Hermione, Ron, and Harry. They were following the large group of first years who were lead by the prefect. Up the marble staircase, down the hall, up the winding stairway, careful to jump the trick step and up to the fat lady's portrait. She looked all dolled up for the occasion with outrageous fuchsia blush and matching lip stick, and her hair in pin curls piled on the top of her head; Claudine guessed she was going for 1300's glam.
The prefect casually said the word, "Centaur," and the portrait swung on its hinges, revealing a large hole that, immediately, people started squeezing through.
"Centaur, must remember that," said a porky boy next to Ron.
"Neville, I'm thinking you should have a heart-to-heart with the fat lady---"
Claudine heard an 'I beg your pardon,' muffled from the backwards picture,
"I'm sure she'd remember your face and let you in with out the password."
"I've tried," the boy whimpered, "She says, (and Neville screwed up his face) 'it'd be easy for someone to disguise themselves and I have more important things to do than remember the face of a forgetful little twirp like yourself.'"
"Ahhh, I wouldn't trust her anyway," George voiced with a smirk, "We all know how her and Violet get into the booze."
Claudine was sure she heard, 'disrespectful little brats,' from behind the canvas.
Claudine slipped through the canvas and struggled through the hole into Gryffindor common room. It looked so inviting! The fireplace was throwing out a lot of heat to each of the comfy arm chairs in front of it. The delicate mahogany end tables held brilliant chess sets and decks of abnormally large cards. On the north side, the wall ( I don't know if you'd call it a wall since the whole room was circular) was lined with scarlet and gold stained glass windows near the circular tower ceiling, lined with a rich, reddish wood. All around the large room, there were doors spaced out about every four feet from each other. They were half oval doors and each of them had the names of five people right below the elaborate golden door knocker. Claudine guessed that these were the doors to their sleeping quarters, because she found her name on one of the doors nearest the entryway. 'This place is so wonderful,' she thought to herself, sinking into one of the squashy armchairs, 'It's too much to take in.'
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Well, it was a bit long, I know, but I have to make up for my long absence, I hope you all will forgive me! The next one should be out soon!
Sorry for all the other comments on house selection, you'll see how all this fits as the plot goes on. Please keep Reading!!! The next few stories will be really entertaining (I hope), so please keep reading and REVEIWING!!!!THANK YOU!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N* Thanks for picking this story! I hope no one was too unhappy about the houses I put everyone in, I tried my best to please everyone, but sometimes, yah just can't do it. Anyway, I still like to hear suggestions and ideas from the readers so please review with your comments, thanks!
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Part: 9
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The Feast was amazing! Dish upon golden dish of every thing you could imagine; Turkey, Roasted Beef and lamb, fish, chicken, steak, even a whole hog with an apple in its mouth! Claudia sat and chatted with the fellow students at the Ravenclaw table. She was sitting next to a girl with light brown hair. She was very pretty. She had the most incredible dark green eyes, and subtle blonde highlights around her face.
"Hello," the girl said with a grin, "I'm Padma Patil, 5th year."
"Oh hello," Claudia replied shyly, "Claudia, 5th year, also."
"..But," Padma had a confused look on her face, " You just got sorted, you have to be a---"
"I just moved here," Claudia interrupted, "This is my first year at Hogwarts."
"I thought you looked a little old," Padma said, her thin eyebrows scrunched to the bottom of her forehead, "We'll have classes together. Are you good at transfiguration? Because, I've been having a hell of a time with it."
"I'm not too terrible," Claudia blushed, it was her best subject, " Simple stuff, like turning chairs into rafts, or conjuring pens and such don't give me much trouble."
"Wow," Padma's dark green eyes went wide, "That's, like, sixth year magic. This'll be great! You can help me with it."
"Maybe you could help me with Divination," Claudia sighed, "I don't even know why I bothered with that class."
"This is your lucky day!" Padma looked excited, way too excited, " Divination is like, my best subject. How perfect is that!"
"Way perfect," Claudia didn't know about Padma. She seemed nice and all, but a tad flaky. She was someone to talk to, though, and she was grateful for that.
"Claud," Padma squeaked in a way too, I've known you forever tone, " You have to meet Cho. Cho look it's the newest fifth year Ravenclaw."
"Hey," Cho said. Her deep brown eyes looked troubled.
"Nice to meet you," Claudia told her warmly. She had a feeling there was more to this girl than met the eye.
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Claudette was picking at her food, barely eating anything as usual. When the dessert appeared on the table she made no effort to reach for the luscious cherry cheesecake that was sitting directly in front of her. Instead, she picked up the tea kettle and poured some green tea into the delicate porcelain cup. She brought the cup up to her glossy lips when she noticed that conniving little witch, Pansy Parkinson, talking in a huddle to a bunch of other girls, talking occasional glances at Claudette, sneering. The girl across the table spoke to Claudette in a harsh whisper:
"She's really pissed about you flirting with Draco. Every girl knows that she's got dibbs on that specimen."
"Really," Claudette answered the girl, resting her tea cup daintily back on its saucer, "She'll have to forgive me for what I'm going to do next then."
Claudette gave the girl an evil grin, which she returned.
"She's had it coming to her. She walks around here like she owns the whole damn castle. Some one's gotta teach her a lesson."
"And I think were the ones to do it," Claudette told the girl, who she was starting to like more and more, "We'll be a team; Claudette and…"
"Larissa; and what a team it will be."
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The Gryffindor table was loud and rambunctious, as they always were, discussing the upcoming quidditch season.
"We need a new keeper," George said in a disgruntled voice, "Hey, Ron, that be a good job for you. You'd just have to stay level with the hoops and try to look useful."
"I don't know, George," Fred said with a snicker, "He's quite useless on his feet, I'd hate the thought of in the air."
Everyone laughed at the twins, even Ron let out a sarcastic "ha, ha".
"Actually," Harry mentioned, "I don't think that's a bad idea, Ron. You should go for it."
"Do any of you play on the quidditch team?" Claudine asked cautiously.
"Yeah, Harry's seeker, and these to dungbrains are the beaters," Ron replied.
"The English Quidditch league is really good," Claudine said, enthusiastic about the subject, "The Chudly Cannons have gotta be my fave, though."
Ron doubled back, and a huge grin spread across his face.
"Finally," Ron told the whole table, "A person with a proper head on their shoulders. Tell me, do you think it's a good trade for Jackson and Hewitt for Krum?"
"Well, Krum's young and very good," Claudine smiled, "But, they'll be giving up two of the best beaters to come out of England in a long time. I wouldn't trade them, but Krum could improve their chances."
"I happen to know Krum," Hermione said to Claudine, eager to be included into the conversation.
"Get out!" Claudine gave Hermione a soft shove.
"Really, he's quite likable, and intelligent. You wouldn't know he was a great quidditch player from talking to him. He's quite down-to-earth."
"Would you like a slice of raspberry cheesecake, Claudine?" Ron asked her, holding up the dish.
"No thank you, R--"
"Shhhhhhh," Hermione hissed, "Dumbledore's speaking."
A hush spread over the hall as a jolly old man approached the podium. Although he was rather tall, he had a silvery white beard which tickled the floor with each step. He had penetrating blue eyes that looked so much younger than his body. But there was a certain sadness lurking behind those eyes, something he was trying to hide. He wore a smile, nonetheless, and welcomed everyone to Hogwarts as merrily as ever, but Claudine could tell there was something wrong, something was worrying him.
"This year, I hope, will be Hogwarts' best yet! We have a few surprises in store for the coming year, I also recommend that anyone who hasn't tasted Fred and George's confections, simply must try one of the Weasley's Canary creams, they're absolutely fabulous," he sneakily added, winking at Fred and George behind his half moon spectacles, "The Quidditch season will be up and running this year, and your heads of houses will inform you of each houses dates, or you can always contact Madam Hooch. Also, Mr Filch, the schools custodian, has some additions to his list of items banned within the castle: self lasooing rope, adhesive hair clips, and, oh my, Canary Creams.," Dumbledore gave Mr. Filch a small grin from where he was standing in the entry way. There was absolutely no amusement in his lamp like gaze.
"Well, now that your tummies are full and your minds are ready to be filled, I'd say it's bed time. Rise with the sun tomorrow!"
All the students began to rise from their respected table. All you could hear for a moment was the sound of the friction between the legs of the chair and the cold marble floor. The stampede out the door halted. Claudia could hear older students shouting, "Slytherins," or another one saying, "Hufflepuffs," and one ear Claudia shouting, "Ravenclaws," with a silvery 'P' dangling from the waist of his robes.
Claudia headed over towards the boy, but felt a tug on her shoulder. She turned around and say that it was Padma.
"Oh, don't bother with that," she said, waving her pink nail polished hand dismissively, "We'll show you where the common room is."
"OK," Claudia said to Padma and Cho, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt."
Claudia followed Padma and Cho up the marble staircase, down the hall to the left, through a tapestry wall hanging, up a zigzagging stairway, down the hall to the right, to a mural filled wall. It was a picture of the night sky, the stars even twinkled.
Cho said to the picture, "Reveal yourself."
At Cho's words, a door of glass appeared in the center of the mural. Padma grasped the crystal knob and opened the door, pushed through the starry material that covered the entrance to show a tiny, brick lined room with a single torch bracket on the far wall.
Claudia was thinking how she was going to remember how to get back here.
"Drats," Padma gave her best exasperated look, "We've forgotten to get the password from a prefect."
"Who is the Prefect this year, anyway?" Cho asked Padma.
"I think its Sean Taford, I guess we'll see, anyways. We'll have to wait for them to get in."
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Claudine went up to Gryffindor tower with Hermione, Ron, and Harry. They were following the large group of first years who were lead by the prefect. Up the marble staircase, down the hall, up the winding stairway, careful to jump the trick step and up to the fat lady's portrait. She looked all dolled up for the occasion with outrageous fuchsia blush and matching lip stick, and her hair in pin curls piled on the top of her head; Claudine guessed she was going for 1300's glam.
The prefect casually said the word, "Centaur," and the portrait swung on its hinges, revealing a large hole that, immediately, people started squeezing through.
"Centaur, must remember that," said a porky boy next to Ron.
"Neville, I'm thinking you should have a heart-to-heart with the fat lady---"
Claudine heard an 'I beg your pardon,' muffled from the backwards picture,
"I'm sure she'd remember your face and let you in with out the password."
"I've tried," the boy whimpered, "She says, (and Neville screwed up his face) 'it'd be easy for someone to disguise themselves and I have more important things to do than remember the face of a forgetful little twirp like yourself.'"
"Ahhh, I wouldn't trust her anyway," George voiced with a smirk, "We all know how her and Violet get into the booze."
Claudine was sure she heard, 'disrespectful little brats,' from behind the canvas.
Claudine slipped through the canvas and struggled through the hole into Gryffindor common room. It looked so inviting! The fireplace was throwing out a lot of heat to each of the comfy arm chairs in front of it. The delicate mahogany end tables held brilliant chess sets and decks of abnormally large cards. On the north side, the wall ( I don't know if you'd call it a wall since the whole room was circular) was lined with scarlet and gold stained glass windows near the circular tower ceiling, lined with a rich, reddish wood. All around the large room, there were doors spaced out about every four feet from each other. They were half oval doors and each of them had the names of five people right below the elaborate golden door knocker. Claudine guessed that these were the doors to their sleeping quarters, because she found her name on one of the doors nearest the entryway. 'This place is so wonderful,' she thought to herself, sinking into one of the squashy armchairs, 'It's too much to take in.'
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Well, it was a bit long, I know, but I have to make up for my long absence, I hope you all will forgive me! The next one should be out soon!