~~I said I write long chapters and I mean it I do.(Or maby they're not long chapters, just long ideas with wrong and incorrect typing, resulting in misspelled words and quite a few typos) Sorry it took so long for all you folks who read this. Here it is :) Chapter two!~~
To all former readers:This is an edited version. Some things have been fixed, just to warn you, you might want to skim through and see whats been changed::
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Olly quickly pulled on her thick fur coat and started up the stairs at the end of the hallway. The deck was extremly slippery and all the students were sliding around, one sixth year was doing a triple sow-cow on her ice skates that she had brought. The plank was down and at the end of it was a croud of students who lived closer to the school and were waiting for their friends.
Dimsmali Island was, in truth, a giant glacier that floated around the northern seas and oceans. It had a big village on the opposite side of the school that was occupied with alot of strange sort of people. A lot of hags, a few grumbly half giants, and even a werewolf or two wern't uncommon to see.
The heels of her boots clicked as Olly walked down the plank and into the snow. The sun was almost setting and the ice covered ship was glittering red from it. She could see her breath in the frozen air. Olly spotted Petier in the hectic croud, waving his hands so she would notice him.
"Olly! Olly, ofer here!"He yelled in his spirited voice.
Petier had grown a lot. He like most of the other fifth years was now a head taller than her too. He had black hair that was smooth and hung down the sides of his head, grayish green eyes, and a huge, yet strange smile.
"Petier!"Olly shouted shoving her way over to him,"You've grown?"
"Vut? Do I need your permission?"he said cocking his head then laughing,"Vat is ex-act-i-cally vut my muver said."
"Well shes short too."Olly was overwellmed at his hight, it seemed so strange, he used to be only a few inches taller than her.
"You are not vat short,"He said, then seemed to question his words.He smiled, proud of his new inches,"Vell you vern't vast year."
"I missed you so much! How come you never owled me?"Olly said giving him a suspicious look as she turned away from the unpleasant subject.
"Dad said it was too vuch to fly owls ofer the ocean,"Petier sadi sarcasticly."Plus ve only came home two days ago."
"Lets get inside, shall we? I forgot how cold it was here,"said Olly turning towards the huge block of stone that was Durmstrang and huddling up inside her coat.
Durmstrang had a nasty reputation to the rest of the world. An expecially nasty one. Olly had been very afraid when she got the letter of attendance. Her father being the minister, she had heard terrible horror storys about it from his collegues (sp). Ones about them strapping bad children on the glaciers, or leaving the stupid ones out in the snow, and horrible things about dark arts. Her father hadn't been too pleased with that letter either.
Rumors usually turn out to be wrong, but this, unfortunatly, was a completly different case. Olly had now been to the glaciers sixteen times, at an hour each, and once for three. It wasn't that bad if you remembered to carry your coat with you at all times (Then you wouldn't be that cold when you got caught). As for the dark arts in the school that was true too. They did teach dark arts to students, but only so they could defend against them, and only if you were in an advanced class. Which Olly was. Level nine in Dark Arts Awareness, a fact she was very proud of.
Olly and Petier struggled to open the giant stone doors and a little breeze of hot air got to them as they stepped in. The hall was huge, yet still very crouded. It was very, very loud and the echos of voices bounced off the high celings.
The first years were all huddled in a corner, scared to death, and when Millitance's conformity wistle blew they all jumped and squeeled. Right away Olly slipped in line next to Petier, and stood straight up in perfect posture with her chin held high in the air. The hall was silent as Millitance began to walk up and down the lines of older students, scaning with his hawk eyes for anything out of place.
He paused by Olly, just long enough to look her up and down. Olly gave him a slight smirk and he glared some more at her before continuing down her row.
Once he had been through the rows of students he blew his wistle again and pointed to the dining hall doors. Olly saw him strut over to the first years huddled mess and start to place them in a line, instructing them harshly. Olly rembered that all too well. Being so small with this gigantic stranger barking at you. Olly wished she could wring his neck along wit hevery other student in the hall at that time.
Millitance was probly the most hated adult in the school. He was crude, and huge, and grumpy. Always ready to catch students in the slightest trouble. Not many of the other teachers liked him either. Proffesser Dilotramous, the dark arts teacher, positivly hated him after he had gotten rid of all the ghosts and haunts that used to roam the school. She had insisted that they were all of the fairly friendly type, but he went ahead and expertly exosized them away.
The whole group of students hearded into the dining hall quickly and quietly, and sat down at thier assigned places at the unpolished wood tables. Small ceramic plates and crudly shaped silverwear sat at each place setting.
The wistle blew yet again and the first years stumbled/marched into the hall where Millitance sat them down at the end of one of the two long tables.
"They vook about halv dead,"Petier commented.
"I can bet we did too,"Olly said with a grimace.
Petier nodded slighly as Proffesser Karkaroff came into the hall from the back door that led to the teacher's dining room. Millitance blew the wistle twice and it bounced all over the hall, deafening students for a moment. Karkaroff mounted the steps to the silver podium, spun his goatee, and cleared his throat.
"Students. This institution is strictly dissiplinary. No nonscence, no foolish ways..."
Olly remembered the whole speach from all the years before, and now the first years looked like they might wet thier robes at any moment. Exept for one small one who sat with his lips pursed and his vision locked straight on Karkaroff. Strong little bugger, Olly thought, good for him.
Olly had completly tuned out the speach of rules, regulations, and punishments.
She was starving, Petier was twirling his finger around his chin, imitating Karkaroff, and the first years almost made her laugh out loud.
He turned his head and looked straight at Olly. She smiled, slightly embarrased, and he smiled back. Olly reconized him at once. He had dark hair and soft gray eyes just like his brother.
"First years! Up!"Millitance bellowed. Olly jumped at the voice, almost as much as the first years themselfs. Petier gave her a strange look.
The first years all sprang up and marched to the front, near the podium, and stood in a line.
"Names!" ordered Millitance.
"Alet, Chemie."
"Allecro, Jennifer."
"B-Berber, Sh-Shivly,"Stuttered a pale boy.
"Diggory, Chaspar,"said the boy in a dignified way. (As dignified as one can be in front of a thousand people he doesn't know.)
The Diggory's. His dad worked for the ministry and they visted with Olly's family a lot. She remembered many pleasant times with them, they were extremly easy to get along with. She rembered Cedric the most though. They had been best friends when they were little. Olly had cried her eyes out, and swore she'd positivly die when she ran out of tears, when the news came about him. Chaspar was Cedric's cousin on his dad's side, but he usually hung around them during the summer.
"I know the Diggory kid there,"Olly muttered and pointed Chas out to Petier.
"Vell goody vor you,"Petier said nastily, but smiled to say he was only joking. They both knew it was a surprise to already know someone at Durmstrang. It was very unusual and lucky.
After "Zambinn, Taylor" had had his turn, Karkaroff stood back up and announced that dinner was served. At least three hundred house elfs bustled through the doors carrying heaps of bowls and trays, stumbling from the weight of the food. They sat the food on the tables in front of the students and grumbled away. This was the best eating there was at Durmstrang until Christmas, besides the candy everyone sent home for.
Stew, reindeer, dragon, potatoes, pork, more stew, carrots, potato soup, and even more stew. All Olly could really eat was the second kind of stew and a few potatoes. The rest was disgusing looking, or burnt or just plain too strange.
"Olly, is vis dragon meat poisinous?"Petier asked, eyeing the glob of weird meat on the end of his fork.
"Are you really gonna risk it?" Olly asked prodding it with her knife.
"Vell, I guess not,"He said wrinkling his nose as he tryed to get the glob pryed off his fork. It flew and landed right in the middle of Olly's potatoes.
"Its not."Olly said, and smiling stuck it into her mouth. She had expected it to be strange, but not quite that bad."Errrgggg!"She croaked, spit it into her napkin, and drank some water while still maintaining a disgusted face. "May not be deadly, but it tastes like... well you know what."Olly slowed down as Millitance strolled by behind them. Down the table somone snorted with laughter.
"I hear 'ya Olly. I hear 'ya!"Fallon Knute shouted wiping her own mouth off.
Fallon was extremly annoying.She was from America, and was always talking in American Muggle slang that no one else understood. She had short intellectual looking brown hair and sarcastic blue eyes. She was not the least bit intellectual. She was probly the stupidest girl in the year, too stupid to be sarcastic. Olly almost time-bombed on Fallon, just for the one ignorant comment. But she restrained herself to just being rude.
"Yes, it is,"Olly answered curtly.
"Aw, 'cmon, be cool, lighten up,"Fallon begged, but, lucky for Olly, the desert was being brought in and she had a chance to turn away. Stale tasting chocolate cake and some caramel puddings were distirbuted troughout the hall. The "last" sweets till Christmas. Olly helped herself to a piece of cake and scraped off all the icing because it tasted like tar. Petier stuck his spoon into his bowl of pudding and as he pulled it out a glob the size of a puffa pod was stuck to it.
"Know vut?"Petier asked swinging the ball of pudding back and forth,"I'm not vat hungry."
"Me either,"Olly said poking at her cake carefully."Lets go."
Olly and Petier slid off the bench and started for the door. Olly poked Chaspar on his shoulder as they passed, he stopped glaring at his untouched food and smiled up.
"Olly! I'm so glad there is someone else I know here, I was so worried,"Chasper sighed, letting a little exasperated look escape him.
"Me too, Chas."
"Hello,"Petier said butting his way into the conversation cordialy.
"Hi, I'm Chasper Diggory,"Chas said, standing up and offering his hand to be shaken,"Everyone calls me Chas."
"I am Petier Poliakoff,"Petier announced, taking Chas' hand and shaking it vigorously."You may call me Petier." They all started to walk to the commons, Chas glancing at his new suroundings.
"Are you Olly's boyfriend?"Chas asked casualy, looking up at Petier and still smiling as if he had asked how the weather was back home. I forgot how "in-your-face" he was, Olly thought quickly, he is way off on that topic.
"No,"Olly and Petier both answered at once.
"Just best friends,"Olly added, they both got that kind of thing a lot when they were together.
"I thought Ced was your best friend."Chas asked, recalling the past, his eyes turning firery and watery at the same time. He was obiously still very sensitive about his cousin's death.
"He was when I was five,"Olly said in a motherly, yet sarcastic tone.She felt bad for him. He should be over that by now, Olly thought wearily. She put her arm around Chas' shoulder comfortingly. She repeated her mother's most common phrase,"Times change, people change, thats just the way it goes."
Over Chas' head she mouthed,"I'll explain later," to Petier who looked puzzled and left out.
"Yes,"Chas sighed,"I know."
"Ve're here!"announced Petier suddenly as they reached two giant, beautifully carved doors. Olly and Petier opened the doors together in presentation style for Chas, who gaped as soon as a crack of light escaped into the dusky halls.
"Oh,"he said in awe,"Its great, wow-- Just, wow."
Olly smirked at his amazement. The commons were pretty fantastic. The ceiling was vaulted hundreds of feet above, held up by gigantic delicatly carved pillars. The far wall had windows climbing to the top, that looked in one the commons from the dorm rooms. The east wall had huge windows that looked out onto the snow barren country outdoors. The middle window was a beautiful stained glass wolf howling at the sky.
Victorian-era chairs lined the walls and many round wooden tables. Fireplaces were arranged along the walls, all crackling and glowing happily, if it weren't for the sculls and pendants sitting on thier mantles it could have been quite a nice place. Several students were sitting in the commons or walking, laughing, and talking too. Olly's little group walked over and sat in a small bunch of chairs near a fireplace.
"Nice, isn't it?"Olly asked Chas teasingly.
"You bet,"answered Chas still gazing around,"Its even a bit better than Hogwarts."
"You mean vat place vere my bruther vent last year?"Petier asked suddenly, glad he actually understood somthing enough to talk,"Vor de Trivisard Tournavent?"
The color drained again from Chas' face.
"Petier!"Olly spat in disgust,"Go!"
"I did not do nufting!"
"Just go over there and wait. Allright?"Olly managed to say a little calmer.
"Vine,"Petier said and sulked away to another group of chairs.
"Its allright Olly,"Chas said looking at his shoes,"Don't worry, I'm fine, just fine."
"Sorry about that, he just-- doesn't know yet. I need to go tell him. You'll be okay, just try not to think right now,"Olly patted him on the shoulder again, stood up and walked over to Petier, trying not to think about how strange Chas was acting.
As she neared Petier he glanged up in a stubborn way and a bit sarcasticly asked, "Yes?"
"Look, I'm sorry about that. Its just that, Chasper's cousin, Cedric--he-- he died last year,"Olly said as calmly as she could,"In the tounament, he was the one boy who died, Peliv had to of told you, I dont want to explain."
"He told me. I thought the name vas famliar,"Petier said kindly,"He vas a good friend?"
Olly nodded,"C'mon, lets go."
When they got back over to Chas he smiled up as if to say he was sorry. Petier understood it but still said strongly,"Sorry, I didn't knov."
"Its allright,"but form the slight look in the back of his eyes Chas was lieing as he said that.
The common room hall was packed and noisy now, tons of students milling around (exept for the first years). Catty suddenly popped her head out from behind one of the thinck pillars with a little smirk on her face.
"Nice little boyfriend you've got there, Fudge, but dont mind me saying, isn't he a bit young for you?"she sneered.
"Meow, meow, meow, meow. Meow, meow, meow, meow,"Olly sang loudly. Once she had finished the whole Meow Mix jingle Catty's head had vanished back to behind the pillar. Chas was glowing red from embarassment, and was looking at Olly like she had sprouted a few extra ears on her nose,"That would be Catty, or 'Catilane',"Olly explaned, fakeing claws,"Just say 'meow' and she'lll back off."
"Er- yeah,"Chas said so scepticly that Petier was forced to laugh at the strange look on his face.
"Don't vorry, you vill catch on soon,"Petier said.
Millitance literaly bursted through the doors behind them, and with a flurish of his wand said "sonoras"to his wistle softly.
"Quick, cover your ears!"Olly hissed at them, and they did so just as he blew his magnified wistle sharply. The screech echoed over the gigantic room, causing students to cover thier ears and moan or curse.
"Children to bed now!"Millitance shouted,"First years, your room assignments are posted on the doors! The rest of you know what to do!"
They stood up and went over to the dormitory doors which had many, many students milling past as the first years became squashed behind the sturdy oak doors when as they tried to read the slate nailed to the it. Petier squeezed in to the squashed spot and read Chas his room number, considering he was taller, and also the fact that he was trying to make up for the accident earlier.
Olly went over to the girl's door and up the crouded staircase to her room. She slipped her wand into the keyhole and the door popped open allowing her just enough time to slip inside before it automaticly shut. The room was nice, but certainly not comfortable. Two canopy beds, hung with green and black velvet, were aranged in the cramped room, barely fitting in with the two wordrobes, two bedstands, two chairs, and two desks.
The door opened and Olly's roomate, Davita Helmok, a fourth year, popped inside.
"Hello Davi,"Olly said in what she hoped was a cheerful manner, Davita was easily offended. Olly was determined to start this year off right and not rick the rest of it with one comment like she had all the years before.
"Hello Ally,"Davita answered kindly with a smile. She also had a bad accent, hardly capable of pronouncing a short "O".
Their bags had allready been taken up and dropped on top of their beds. Davita began to unpack all her robes and things into her wordrobe and Olly soon did the same. As hard as it was for her to admit it, there was a nice thing about being the Minister's daughter. She always had the latest trends and fads in fashion, a sort of insurance against Rita Skeeter's photographer. Alot of the wizardly fashions were nice, and naturaly Olly was appauled at muggle clothing, but she wore it when she had to.
A pair of red dragon hide sneakers, a flowing green silk cloak, a pair of knee high boots with fairy jewls on the sides, and numerous other clothing items later and Olly was unpacked, exept for one item. She slowly dipped her hand into the enchanted bag and pulled out her Silver Arrow 3000 gently. Davita gasped, she had come over to admire Olly's things as soon as she had finished with hers , and was now standing over Olly's shoulder with a hand over her mouth.
"Oh waw,"she cooed,"What type is that?"
"A Silver Arrow 3000,"Olly said proudly,"Its a new prototype. The company gave a few to father as gifts. They have the very latest charms, hex proofs, and balancing cautions."
"Can I tauch it?"
"Sure."
Davita held it delicatly, admiring it from a few angles and finally handing back to Olly.
"Thanks,"she said as Olly stuck it into her wordrobe.
The bell rang when they were almost finished getting ready for bed. The lights faded out in a few seconds and Olly was left in the pitch black with a tooth spark still in her mouth. She stubbed her toe on the corner of her bed before getting in it. And fell asleep with the little spark still burning off mint in her mouth uncomfortably.
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I know all my chapters have been a bit introductory so far, but we'll get into one of the plots in the next chapter, dont worry! And sorry for my mistakes but as of now, I too lazy to fix them
Thanx 2-
Neva, Bookworm, Dreamer, Sara Potter
Luv U Guys!
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To all former readers:This is an edited version. Some things have been fixed, just to warn you, you might want to skim through and see whats been changed::
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Olly quickly pulled on her thick fur coat and started up the stairs at the end of the hallway. The deck was extremly slippery and all the students were sliding around, one sixth year was doing a triple sow-cow on her ice skates that she had brought. The plank was down and at the end of it was a croud of students who lived closer to the school and were waiting for their friends.
Dimsmali Island was, in truth, a giant glacier that floated around the northern seas and oceans. It had a big village on the opposite side of the school that was occupied with alot of strange sort of people. A lot of hags, a few grumbly half giants, and even a werewolf or two wern't uncommon to see.
The heels of her boots clicked as Olly walked down the plank and into the snow. The sun was almost setting and the ice covered ship was glittering red from it. She could see her breath in the frozen air. Olly spotted Petier in the hectic croud, waving his hands so she would notice him.
"Olly! Olly, ofer here!"He yelled in his spirited voice.
Petier had grown a lot. He like most of the other fifth years was now a head taller than her too. He had black hair that was smooth and hung down the sides of his head, grayish green eyes, and a huge, yet strange smile.
"Petier!"Olly shouted shoving her way over to him,"You've grown?"
"Vut? Do I need your permission?"he said cocking his head then laughing,"Vat is ex-act-i-cally vut my muver said."
"Well shes short too."Olly was overwellmed at his hight, it seemed so strange, he used to be only a few inches taller than her.
"You are not vat short,"He said, then seemed to question his words.He smiled, proud of his new inches,"Vell you vern't vast year."
"I missed you so much! How come you never owled me?"Olly said giving him a suspicious look as she turned away from the unpleasant subject.
"Dad said it was too vuch to fly owls ofer the ocean,"Petier sadi sarcasticly."Plus ve only came home two days ago."
"Lets get inside, shall we? I forgot how cold it was here,"said Olly turning towards the huge block of stone that was Durmstrang and huddling up inside her coat.
Durmstrang had a nasty reputation to the rest of the world. An expecially nasty one. Olly had been very afraid when she got the letter of attendance. Her father being the minister, she had heard terrible horror storys about it from his collegues (sp). Ones about them strapping bad children on the glaciers, or leaving the stupid ones out in the snow, and horrible things about dark arts. Her father hadn't been too pleased with that letter either.
Rumors usually turn out to be wrong, but this, unfortunatly, was a completly different case. Olly had now been to the glaciers sixteen times, at an hour each, and once for three. It wasn't that bad if you remembered to carry your coat with you at all times (Then you wouldn't be that cold when you got caught). As for the dark arts in the school that was true too. They did teach dark arts to students, but only so they could defend against them, and only if you were in an advanced class. Which Olly was. Level nine in Dark Arts Awareness, a fact she was very proud of.
Olly and Petier struggled to open the giant stone doors and a little breeze of hot air got to them as they stepped in. The hall was huge, yet still very crouded. It was very, very loud and the echos of voices bounced off the high celings.
The first years were all huddled in a corner, scared to death, and when Millitance's conformity wistle blew they all jumped and squeeled. Right away Olly slipped in line next to Petier, and stood straight up in perfect posture with her chin held high in the air. The hall was silent as Millitance began to walk up and down the lines of older students, scaning with his hawk eyes for anything out of place.
He paused by Olly, just long enough to look her up and down. Olly gave him a slight smirk and he glared some more at her before continuing down her row.
Once he had been through the rows of students he blew his wistle again and pointed to the dining hall doors. Olly saw him strut over to the first years huddled mess and start to place them in a line, instructing them harshly. Olly rembered that all too well. Being so small with this gigantic stranger barking at you. Olly wished she could wring his neck along wit hevery other student in the hall at that time.
Millitance was probly the most hated adult in the school. He was crude, and huge, and grumpy. Always ready to catch students in the slightest trouble. Not many of the other teachers liked him either. Proffesser Dilotramous, the dark arts teacher, positivly hated him after he had gotten rid of all the ghosts and haunts that used to roam the school. She had insisted that they were all of the fairly friendly type, but he went ahead and expertly exosized them away.
The whole group of students hearded into the dining hall quickly and quietly, and sat down at thier assigned places at the unpolished wood tables. Small ceramic plates and crudly shaped silverwear sat at each place setting.
The wistle blew yet again and the first years stumbled/marched into the hall where Millitance sat them down at the end of one of the two long tables.
"They vook about halv dead,"Petier commented.
"I can bet we did too,"Olly said with a grimace.
Petier nodded slighly as Proffesser Karkaroff came into the hall from the back door that led to the teacher's dining room. Millitance blew the wistle twice and it bounced all over the hall, deafening students for a moment. Karkaroff mounted the steps to the silver podium, spun his goatee, and cleared his throat.
"Students. This institution is strictly dissiplinary. No nonscence, no foolish ways..."
Olly remembered the whole speach from all the years before, and now the first years looked like they might wet thier robes at any moment. Exept for one small one who sat with his lips pursed and his vision locked straight on Karkaroff. Strong little bugger, Olly thought, good for him.
Olly had completly tuned out the speach of rules, regulations, and punishments.
She was starving, Petier was twirling his finger around his chin, imitating Karkaroff, and the first years almost made her laugh out loud.
He turned his head and looked straight at Olly. She smiled, slightly embarrased, and he smiled back. Olly reconized him at once. He had dark hair and soft gray eyes just like his brother.
"First years! Up!"Millitance bellowed. Olly jumped at the voice, almost as much as the first years themselfs. Petier gave her a strange look.
The first years all sprang up and marched to the front, near the podium, and stood in a line.
"Names!" ordered Millitance.
"Alet, Chemie."
"Allecro, Jennifer."
"B-Berber, Sh-Shivly,"Stuttered a pale boy.
"Diggory, Chaspar,"said the boy in a dignified way. (As dignified as one can be in front of a thousand people he doesn't know.)
The Diggory's. His dad worked for the ministry and they visted with Olly's family a lot. She remembered many pleasant times with them, they were extremly easy to get along with. She rembered Cedric the most though. They had been best friends when they were little. Olly had cried her eyes out, and swore she'd positivly die when she ran out of tears, when the news came about him. Chaspar was Cedric's cousin on his dad's side, but he usually hung around them during the summer.
"I know the Diggory kid there,"Olly muttered and pointed Chas out to Petier.
"Vell goody vor you,"Petier said nastily, but smiled to say he was only joking. They both knew it was a surprise to already know someone at Durmstrang. It was very unusual and lucky.
After "Zambinn, Taylor" had had his turn, Karkaroff stood back up and announced that dinner was served. At least three hundred house elfs bustled through the doors carrying heaps of bowls and trays, stumbling from the weight of the food. They sat the food on the tables in front of the students and grumbled away. This was the best eating there was at Durmstrang until Christmas, besides the candy everyone sent home for.
Stew, reindeer, dragon, potatoes, pork, more stew, carrots, potato soup, and even more stew. All Olly could really eat was the second kind of stew and a few potatoes. The rest was disgusing looking, or burnt or just plain too strange.
"Olly, is vis dragon meat poisinous?"Petier asked, eyeing the glob of weird meat on the end of his fork.
"Are you really gonna risk it?" Olly asked prodding it with her knife.
"Vell, I guess not,"He said wrinkling his nose as he tryed to get the glob pryed off his fork. It flew and landed right in the middle of Olly's potatoes.
"Its not."Olly said, and smiling stuck it into her mouth. She had expected it to be strange, but not quite that bad."Errrgggg!"She croaked, spit it into her napkin, and drank some water while still maintaining a disgusted face. "May not be deadly, but it tastes like... well you know what."Olly slowed down as Millitance strolled by behind them. Down the table somone snorted with laughter.
"I hear 'ya Olly. I hear 'ya!"Fallon Knute shouted wiping her own mouth off.
Fallon was extremly annoying.She was from America, and was always talking in American Muggle slang that no one else understood. She had short intellectual looking brown hair and sarcastic blue eyes. She was not the least bit intellectual. She was probly the stupidest girl in the year, too stupid to be sarcastic. Olly almost time-bombed on Fallon, just for the one ignorant comment. But she restrained herself to just being rude.
"Yes, it is,"Olly answered curtly.
"Aw, 'cmon, be cool, lighten up,"Fallon begged, but, lucky for Olly, the desert was being brought in and she had a chance to turn away. Stale tasting chocolate cake and some caramel puddings were distirbuted troughout the hall. The "last" sweets till Christmas. Olly helped herself to a piece of cake and scraped off all the icing because it tasted like tar. Petier stuck his spoon into his bowl of pudding and as he pulled it out a glob the size of a puffa pod was stuck to it.
"Know vut?"Petier asked swinging the ball of pudding back and forth,"I'm not vat hungry."
"Me either,"Olly said poking at her cake carefully."Lets go."
Olly and Petier slid off the bench and started for the door. Olly poked Chaspar on his shoulder as they passed, he stopped glaring at his untouched food and smiled up.
"Olly! I'm so glad there is someone else I know here, I was so worried,"Chasper sighed, letting a little exasperated look escape him.
"Me too, Chas."
"Hello,"Petier said butting his way into the conversation cordialy.
"Hi, I'm Chasper Diggory,"Chas said, standing up and offering his hand to be shaken,"Everyone calls me Chas."
"I am Petier Poliakoff,"Petier announced, taking Chas' hand and shaking it vigorously."You may call me Petier." They all started to walk to the commons, Chas glancing at his new suroundings.
"Are you Olly's boyfriend?"Chas asked casualy, looking up at Petier and still smiling as if he had asked how the weather was back home. I forgot how "in-your-face" he was, Olly thought quickly, he is way off on that topic.
"No,"Olly and Petier both answered at once.
"Just best friends,"Olly added, they both got that kind of thing a lot when they were together.
"I thought Ced was your best friend."Chas asked, recalling the past, his eyes turning firery and watery at the same time. He was obiously still very sensitive about his cousin's death.
"He was when I was five,"Olly said in a motherly, yet sarcastic tone.She felt bad for him. He should be over that by now, Olly thought wearily. She put her arm around Chas' shoulder comfortingly. She repeated her mother's most common phrase,"Times change, people change, thats just the way it goes."
Over Chas' head she mouthed,"I'll explain later," to Petier who looked puzzled and left out.
"Yes,"Chas sighed,"I know."
"Ve're here!"announced Petier suddenly as they reached two giant, beautifully carved doors. Olly and Petier opened the doors together in presentation style for Chas, who gaped as soon as a crack of light escaped into the dusky halls.
"Oh,"he said in awe,"Its great, wow-- Just, wow."
Olly smirked at his amazement. The commons were pretty fantastic. The ceiling was vaulted hundreds of feet above, held up by gigantic delicatly carved pillars. The far wall had windows climbing to the top, that looked in one the commons from the dorm rooms. The east wall had huge windows that looked out onto the snow barren country outdoors. The middle window was a beautiful stained glass wolf howling at the sky.
Victorian-era chairs lined the walls and many round wooden tables. Fireplaces were arranged along the walls, all crackling and glowing happily, if it weren't for the sculls and pendants sitting on thier mantles it could have been quite a nice place. Several students were sitting in the commons or walking, laughing, and talking too. Olly's little group walked over and sat in a small bunch of chairs near a fireplace.
"Nice, isn't it?"Olly asked Chas teasingly.
"You bet,"answered Chas still gazing around,"Its even a bit better than Hogwarts."
"You mean vat place vere my bruther vent last year?"Petier asked suddenly, glad he actually understood somthing enough to talk,"Vor de Trivisard Tournavent?"
The color drained again from Chas' face.
"Petier!"Olly spat in disgust,"Go!"
"I did not do nufting!"
"Just go over there and wait. Allright?"Olly managed to say a little calmer.
"Vine,"Petier said and sulked away to another group of chairs.
"Its allright Olly,"Chas said looking at his shoes,"Don't worry, I'm fine, just fine."
"Sorry about that, he just-- doesn't know yet. I need to go tell him. You'll be okay, just try not to think right now,"Olly patted him on the shoulder again, stood up and walked over to Petier, trying not to think about how strange Chas was acting.
As she neared Petier he glanged up in a stubborn way and a bit sarcasticly asked, "Yes?"
"Look, I'm sorry about that. Its just that, Chasper's cousin, Cedric--he-- he died last year,"Olly said as calmly as she could,"In the tounament, he was the one boy who died, Peliv had to of told you, I dont want to explain."
"He told me. I thought the name vas famliar,"Petier said kindly,"He vas a good friend?"
Olly nodded,"C'mon, lets go."
When they got back over to Chas he smiled up as if to say he was sorry. Petier understood it but still said strongly,"Sorry, I didn't knov."
"Its allright,"but form the slight look in the back of his eyes Chas was lieing as he said that.
The common room hall was packed and noisy now, tons of students milling around (exept for the first years). Catty suddenly popped her head out from behind one of the thinck pillars with a little smirk on her face.
"Nice little boyfriend you've got there, Fudge, but dont mind me saying, isn't he a bit young for you?"she sneered.
"Meow, meow, meow, meow. Meow, meow, meow, meow,"Olly sang loudly. Once she had finished the whole Meow Mix jingle Catty's head had vanished back to behind the pillar. Chas was glowing red from embarassment, and was looking at Olly like she had sprouted a few extra ears on her nose,"That would be Catty, or 'Catilane',"Olly explaned, fakeing claws,"Just say 'meow' and she'lll back off."
"Er- yeah,"Chas said so scepticly that Petier was forced to laugh at the strange look on his face.
"Don't vorry, you vill catch on soon,"Petier said.
Millitance literaly bursted through the doors behind them, and with a flurish of his wand said "sonoras"to his wistle softly.
"Quick, cover your ears!"Olly hissed at them, and they did so just as he blew his magnified wistle sharply. The screech echoed over the gigantic room, causing students to cover thier ears and moan or curse.
"Children to bed now!"Millitance shouted,"First years, your room assignments are posted on the doors! The rest of you know what to do!"
They stood up and went over to the dormitory doors which had many, many students milling past as the first years became squashed behind the sturdy oak doors when as they tried to read the slate nailed to the it. Petier squeezed in to the squashed spot and read Chas his room number, considering he was taller, and also the fact that he was trying to make up for the accident earlier.
Olly went over to the girl's door and up the crouded staircase to her room. She slipped her wand into the keyhole and the door popped open allowing her just enough time to slip inside before it automaticly shut. The room was nice, but certainly not comfortable. Two canopy beds, hung with green and black velvet, were aranged in the cramped room, barely fitting in with the two wordrobes, two bedstands, two chairs, and two desks.
The door opened and Olly's roomate, Davita Helmok, a fourth year, popped inside.
"Hello Davi,"Olly said in what she hoped was a cheerful manner, Davita was easily offended. Olly was determined to start this year off right and not rick the rest of it with one comment like she had all the years before.
"Hello Ally,"Davita answered kindly with a smile. She also had a bad accent, hardly capable of pronouncing a short "O".
Their bags had allready been taken up and dropped on top of their beds. Davita began to unpack all her robes and things into her wordrobe and Olly soon did the same. As hard as it was for her to admit it, there was a nice thing about being the Minister's daughter. She always had the latest trends and fads in fashion, a sort of insurance against Rita Skeeter's photographer. Alot of the wizardly fashions were nice, and naturaly Olly was appauled at muggle clothing, but she wore it when she had to.
A pair of red dragon hide sneakers, a flowing green silk cloak, a pair of knee high boots with fairy jewls on the sides, and numerous other clothing items later and Olly was unpacked, exept for one item. She slowly dipped her hand into the enchanted bag and pulled out her Silver Arrow 3000 gently. Davita gasped, she had come over to admire Olly's things as soon as she had finished with hers , and was now standing over Olly's shoulder with a hand over her mouth.
"Oh waw,"she cooed,"What type is that?"
"A Silver Arrow 3000,"Olly said proudly,"Its a new prototype. The company gave a few to father as gifts. They have the very latest charms, hex proofs, and balancing cautions."
"Can I tauch it?"
"Sure."
Davita held it delicatly, admiring it from a few angles and finally handing back to Olly.
"Thanks,"she said as Olly stuck it into her wordrobe.
The bell rang when they were almost finished getting ready for bed. The lights faded out in a few seconds and Olly was left in the pitch black with a tooth spark still in her mouth. She stubbed her toe on the corner of her bed before getting in it. And fell asleep with the little spark still burning off mint in her mouth uncomfortably.
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I know all my chapters have been a bit introductory so far, but we'll get into one of the plots in the next chapter, dont worry! And sorry for my mistakes but as of now, I too lazy to fix them
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Neva, Bookworm, Dreamer, Sara Potter
Luv U Guys!
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