This chapter is more or less dedicated to Kirk Joseph, who is modeled after one of my close friends whose name is Kirk. Next chapter'll have more of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, I promise, but first I wanted to put in a little background about Kirk. It's not really essential to the story, but go on and read it. I think you'll like it. The next part'll pick up at the same time this one does, by the way, so these things are happening at the same time. I'll try and get it out soon after this one. And this one's reeeeeeeal short, so bare with me.
Chapter Nine
A Kirk-y Input
Kirk Joseph sat on his bed later that night, pulling out a small laptop that he lay before him. The only other occupant of the Gryffindor boys' first year dorm stared at him in interest.
"I thought that kind of stuff doesn't work around here," he said slowly.
"It doesn't," Kirk shrugged. "I wired it with magic before I came over here with the help of my dad." He flipped on a switch, and a small humming noise began to echo throughout the dorm. The other boy walked over to Kirk's bed and peered at the computer with interest.
"Wow. I've never seen one of those," said the boy.
"My dad's a Muggle, so he has bunches of these things," Kirk explained.
"Light's out!" a voice stern voice said from the entrance. A girl with bushy brown hair stood there, glaring at the four-poster Kirk and the other boy occupied. Kirk immediately snapped his laptop closed and the other boy scrambled for his bed. The girl took a few steps forward and peeked into Kirk's now dark four-poster. Kirk was lying down underneath the covers by now with his pajamas on and eyes closed, so the girl moved on. Kirk sighed softly in relief before falling into a deep sleep.
The sunlight shined brightly across the lake at Hogwarts, and a gentle breeze was now blowing, signaling that the storm's rage had now ended, and all would be clear for today at least. Kirk yawned and stretched, hearing a few bones pop as he did so. He jumped out of bed and pulled a black robe out of his trunk. How boring, he though sullenly. Orange was a much brighter color than black...but detention the first day wouldn't look good...
He thought a moment more, then pulled on his black robes; he'd save the orange Quidditch robes for Quidditch. Getting on the house team wouldn't be hard once he tried out. They'd have to get a new Keeper before the first game, which was only in one month. Yes, he could be a Keeper very easily.
Kirk's stomach rumbled, so he headed down for breakfast, leaving his roommate's sleeping form behind. He bounded down the stairs, careful not to hit any steps that looked suspicious. He found the Great Hall again rather easily, and headed for a seat at the Gryffindor table next to that black-haired kid he'd met yesterday. Harry Potter, was it? The name sounded somewhat familiar.
He plopped down at his seat and began eating his bacon and eggs soundlessly. So...balls, dancing. He'd always hated the dances in America. 'Socials,' they'd called them. There wasn't much sense in having a date, because once you were out there everyone kind of disappeared, and the schools wouldn't play slow songs for fifth graders. He'd danced with some girl in America to a slow song before, of course - it wasn't half bad, but at the age of eleven, he wasn't ready for any relationships just yet.
As he finished up his eggs, the windows burst open and hundreds of owls flew in. Kirk started, and many other first years screamed. To his surprise, an owl dropped a piece of parchment down in front of him. He opened it. Oh. Schedules. Right. Kirk scanned down the page. Potions with Ravenclaws...Charms with Slytherins, then the afternoon was one class only: band. Wonder what instrument I'll play....
"Hey, Kirk!"
Kirk lifted his eyes from his schedule to see Harry Potter looking at him.
"Mornin' Harry," Kirk said cheerfully.
"You're American, aren't you?" Harry asked, grinning.
"Yep. Canadian, really. But hey, England's not half bad. 'Cept there's no hockey."
"Hockey? Like ice hockey?"
"Yeah. Dad's a goalie for the Toronto Maple Leafs. He's real good."
"D'you play Quidditch?"
"Best Keeper in my league."
"Hey, we need a Keeper this year," said Harry, a new interest showing in his eyes.
Kirk shrugged casually.
"First years can't try out for the team," he said gloomily, suddenly remembering that simple detail.
Harry seemed to realize this as well, so they lapsed into silence. Kirk finished his breakfast, then picked up his schedule. Potions. Ravenclaw. Well, at least it's not Slytherin, he thought, his spirits lifting slightly. He took a sip of pumpkin juice, then darted off to get his books and head for the dungeons where Potions class was held.
After stopping by the Gryffindor tower, Kirk was off to the Slytherin dungeons. It grew a tad colder as he walked down the steps towards a room labled "Potions." On the door were numerous carved writings. One that caught Kirk's eye said "Gryffindors beware." Kirk gulped and headed through the door. Most of his classmates were already in the class, chatting merrily to each other. Kirk took a seat next to a brown haired girl, waiting for the bell to ring.
"What's your name?" the girl asked him.
"Kirk Joseph. You?" Kirk responded.
"Robbie McKinnon."
"Nice to meet yeh," Kirk said, extending his hand. Robbie took it slowly, eyeing Kirk strangely.
"Your accent..." she said slowly, "American, are you?"
"Technically. Actually, I'm from Canada, but America rubbed off on me," said Kirk, grinning. "Canada's a lot nicer than this place - I love the mountains. And the snow and ice. It's so much...cooler. It's hot here."
Robbie smiled at him as a bell sounded throughout the halls, echoing creepily. At the moment the bell had rang, a greasy haired man with a long, bent nose walked through the door, glaring at them all. Kirk took this as a bad sign; they hadn't even done anything, and the man was glaring at them.
"My name is Professor Snape," the man snapped angrily. "When I call your name, say here."
He proceeded to call a list of names. Kirk's name was called after a moment, and Kirk responded with a mere "Present" which seemed to anger the Potions master even more.
"I said say here!" Snape snapped. "Not present."
"Do forgive me," Kirk said, trying his best to hide his sarcasm.
"Detention. Tomorrow night. Here."
Well, Kirk thought, I'd have been better off wearing the robes.
Chapter Nine
A Kirk-y Input
Kirk Joseph sat on his bed later that night, pulling out a small laptop that he lay before him. The only other occupant of the Gryffindor boys' first year dorm stared at him in interest.
"I thought that kind of stuff doesn't work around here," he said slowly.
"It doesn't," Kirk shrugged. "I wired it with magic before I came over here with the help of my dad." He flipped on a switch, and a small humming noise began to echo throughout the dorm. The other boy walked over to Kirk's bed and peered at the computer with interest.
"Wow. I've never seen one of those," said the boy.
"My dad's a Muggle, so he has bunches of these things," Kirk explained.
"Light's out!" a voice stern voice said from the entrance. A girl with bushy brown hair stood there, glaring at the four-poster Kirk and the other boy occupied. Kirk immediately snapped his laptop closed and the other boy scrambled for his bed. The girl took a few steps forward and peeked into Kirk's now dark four-poster. Kirk was lying down underneath the covers by now with his pajamas on and eyes closed, so the girl moved on. Kirk sighed softly in relief before falling into a deep sleep.
The sunlight shined brightly across the lake at Hogwarts, and a gentle breeze was now blowing, signaling that the storm's rage had now ended, and all would be clear for today at least. Kirk yawned and stretched, hearing a few bones pop as he did so. He jumped out of bed and pulled a black robe out of his trunk. How boring, he though sullenly. Orange was a much brighter color than black...but detention the first day wouldn't look good...
He thought a moment more, then pulled on his black robes; he'd save the orange Quidditch robes for Quidditch. Getting on the house team wouldn't be hard once he tried out. They'd have to get a new Keeper before the first game, which was only in one month. Yes, he could be a Keeper very easily.
Kirk's stomach rumbled, so he headed down for breakfast, leaving his roommate's sleeping form behind. He bounded down the stairs, careful not to hit any steps that looked suspicious. He found the Great Hall again rather easily, and headed for a seat at the Gryffindor table next to that black-haired kid he'd met yesterday. Harry Potter, was it? The name sounded somewhat familiar.
He plopped down at his seat and began eating his bacon and eggs soundlessly. So...balls, dancing. He'd always hated the dances in America. 'Socials,' they'd called them. There wasn't much sense in having a date, because once you were out there everyone kind of disappeared, and the schools wouldn't play slow songs for fifth graders. He'd danced with some girl in America to a slow song before, of course - it wasn't half bad, but at the age of eleven, he wasn't ready for any relationships just yet.
As he finished up his eggs, the windows burst open and hundreds of owls flew in. Kirk started, and many other first years screamed. To his surprise, an owl dropped a piece of parchment down in front of him. He opened it. Oh. Schedules. Right. Kirk scanned down the page. Potions with Ravenclaws...Charms with Slytherins, then the afternoon was one class only: band. Wonder what instrument I'll play....
"Hey, Kirk!"
Kirk lifted his eyes from his schedule to see Harry Potter looking at him.
"Mornin' Harry," Kirk said cheerfully.
"You're American, aren't you?" Harry asked, grinning.
"Yep. Canadian, really. But hey, England's not half bad. 'Cept there's no hockey."
"Hockey? Like ice hockey?"
"Yeah. Dad's a goalie for the Toronto Maple Leafs. He's real good."
"D'you play Quidditch?"
"Best Keeper in my league."
"Hey, we need a Keeper this year," said Harry, a new interest showing in his eyes.
Kirk shrugged casually.
"First years can't try out for the team," he said gloomily, suddenly remembering that simple detail.
Harry seemed to realize this as well, so they lapsed into silence. Kirk finished his breakfast, then picked up his schedule. Potions. Ravenclaw. Well, at least it's not Slytherin, he thought, his spirits lifting slightly. He took a sip of pumpkin juice, then darted off to get his books and head for the dungeons where Potions class was held.
After stopping by the Gryffindor tower, Kirk was off to the Slytherin dungeons. It grew a tad colder as he walked down the steps towards a room labled "Potions." On the door were numerous carved writings. One that caught Kirk's eye said "Gryffindors beware." Kirk gulped and headed through the door. Most of his classmates were already in the class, chatting merrily to each other. Kirk took a seat next to a brown haired girl, waiting for the bell to ring.
"What's your name?" the girl asked him.
"Kirk Joseph. You?" Kirk responded.
"Robbie McKinnon."
"Nice to meet yeh," Kirk said, extending his hand. Robbie took it slowly, eyeing Kirk strangely.
"Your accent..." she said slowly, "American, are you?"
"Technically. Actually, I'm from Canada, but America rubbed off on me," said Kirk, grinning. "Canada's a lot nicer than this place - I love the mountains. And the snow and ice. It's so much...cooler. It's hot here."
Robbie smiled at him as a bell sounded throughout the halls, echoing creepily. At the moment the bell had rang, a greasy haired man with a long, bent nose walked through the door, glaring at them all. Kirk took this as a bad sign; they hadn't even done anything, and the man was glaring at them.
"My name is Professor Snape," the man snapped angrily. "When I call your name, say here."
He proceeded to call a list of names. Kirk's name was called after a moment, and Kirk responded with a mere "Present" which seemed to anger the Potions master even more.
"I said say here!" Snape snapped. "Not present."
"Do forgive me," Kirk said, trying his best to hide his sarcasm.
"Detention. Tomorrow night. Here."
Well, Kirk thought, I'd have been better off wearing the robes.