(A/N: I don't mean any offense by the British accent here. I'm well aware that they don't sound like that.. and that 'what the dilly' likely isn't a common phrase in the U.K, but hell, let Poswet have her fun ;) Thanks and much appreciation to all nine of my reviewers, LOL. Katy Schultz is also my creation. She'll be a minor character throughout the series, mainly for comic relief.)
Poswet was gesturing wildly for Lily to come sit, so she moved over, noting that Poswet had her robes as well.
"Niiiice," Poswet commented, eyeing her low neckline with amusement.
Lili only smiled as she sank into a seat next to her girlfriend, looking at the shocked expressions of all the other Gryffindors.
"Yes?" She queried, knowing full well why they looked so surprised.
"You're a Slytherin.." One of the twins that looked like Ron said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"And?"
"And, you're supposed to be snobby and not want to have anything to do with Gryffindors."
She merely shrugged, then noticed a sandy-haired boy staring at her chest. She nudged Poswet who shot him a deathglare. He didn't notice.
"Wandering eyes, Seamus?" She snapped, rapping her fork sharply on the table. The boy, Seamus, blushed and looked back down at his plate.
"Anyway, Lil, is that all you're going to have?" Lili was drinking pumpkin juice and eating toast. Poswet had piled her plate with melon and a pool of syrup.
"Yes. It's better than sugar and fruit." Lili cast a critical eye at Poswet, who just shrugged and smiled, devouring the food rapidly. Lili ate daintily, but soon finished as well.
"What class do you have first?"
"Uh.. Herm?"
Lili almost laughed at Poswet's academic cluelessness. She'd never been good at school, as concentration and *work* in general were a bore for her.
"Care for magical creatures," Hermione said without looking up from her parchment.
Abruptly, dozens of owls flew in through the windows. A large snowy one landed near Harry, and Poswet watched in fascination.
"How beautiful," she breathed, watching the owl's brilliant, jewel-like eyes look around.
"Her name is Hedwig," Harry mumbled around a mouth full of sausage, his eyes confused behind the glasses.
"Poswet is unusually fond of animals.. particularly rare ones," Lili said. She herself had no attachment to them; that was how it was with her.
"Oh, she'll do well in Care of Magical Creatures, then. Hagrid brings in all sorts of weird things. Usually dangerous, too." Ron managed to get this out between inhaling various dishes on the table. Well, he was a big kid.
"Ya know what, I don't want this stuff," Poswet said abruptly, giving the breakfast a table a frown. "It sucks. I want *American* food."
"Poswet.. you're not American."
"I still want American food! Like waffles!"
"I'm pretty sure waffles aren't just American," Hermione finally spoke more than two words, glancing at Poswet, "I've had them a time or two. I think they're just Muggle."
"Oh, I see.. Well, I want Muggle food! Waffles and ice cream!" Poswet picked up her fork and spoon, held them in her fists, and started slamming the bottoms down on the table in rhythm.
"Mug-gle food! Mug-gle food--" Before she could get any further, Lili snatched the silverware out of her hands.
"Give it a rest, Poswet," the Hispanic girl grumbled, examining her wand. These things were so.. ugly. Too gaudy for her tastes. She threw it down on her plate.
"Uhhm.. Lili?" The boy named Seamus queried hesitantly (he was rather afraid Poswet was going to hit him), "What are you doing with your wand?"
"Getting rid of it," she responded pleasantly, covering it in syrup.
"Oh, but you can't!" Hermione said, rather shrilly, "You can't do magic without them!"
"They're tacky." Lili frowned at the wand obstinately.
"C'mon, Li.." Poswet rested one hand on the other girl's bare arm. "I know they're ugly, but we gotta use them. Maybe we can turn it a better color later."
"Well.. Perhaps," Lili relented, pulling the sticky wand from her syrup.
Poswet smiled happily at her, and the corners of Lili's mouth creased slightly. The rest of Gryffindor table looked on in awe.
"I'd better go get my things ready. Adios," Lili said casually, standing and straightening her robes.
"'Bye! See you at lunch!" Poswet exclaimed, giving the slender girl a good-bye hug while sitting down.
Lili walked off towards the dormitory.
Poswet noticed the incredulous expressions of her fellow Gryffindors.
"What?"
"You're close friends with *Slytherin*, that's what," Ron said in disgust.
Poswet rolled her eyes.
"Oh, honestly, who cares?"
"I do," Ron responded hotly, "And furthermore you--"
"Let me get a look at those first years!" Poswet interrupted, leaping from her seat.
"Strange little girl," Angelina Johnson muttered as Poswet grabbed Harry by the arm to go inspect the first years.
"Definitely," agreed George Weasley, who then attempted to steal a kiss from Angelina and got a slap in return. Laughter erupted from the fifth-and-sixth year section of the table.
Meanwhile, Harry was looking at Poswet in confusion.
"Why'd you drag me over here?"
"'Cause I don't know anything about first years," she said cheerfully, ruffling his hair.
"Righto, up in line, firsties," she said cheerfully, kicking over a chair.
One particularly mischievious looking first-year girl with blondish-brown responded by throwing a grape at her.
"Oi, you!" Poswet tossed the grape back at her. "What's your name, bally chap?" She adopted a stiff British accent.
"Katy Schultz.. Sir!" The first-year said with a sharp salute.
"Cheerio, bally good show, what the dilly, wot!" exclaimed Poswet. After a few more minutes of this outrageous accent and Katy Schultz imitating a terrible Canadian-mingled-with-Southern-belle accent, the majority of the first and second years were in hysterics.
Harry just laughed, watching Poswet's antics. She and the hyper first year had climbed up on the table and were twirling each other about; the younger girl had a little difficulty due to Poswet's height.
Snape swept by and shot them both an icy look.
"You two! What are your names?"
"Olga Whiterose," Poswet responded immediately. Katy giggled.
Snape narrowed his eyes.
"And you?" He snarled at Katy.
"Belle Silverstar.. SIR!" Katy repeated her earlier salute. The first years were now dying from laughter, since they knew very well that Katy and Poswet were lying through their teeth. Snape thought they were laughing at him and glared even more fiercely (if possible).
"Get off the table! Detention for the both from you, and ten points from Gryffindor." He swept off towards the Hufflepuff table to pick on some unsuspecting third-years who were throwing peanuts.
"Greasy mother--" Poswet trailed off into obscenities as she and Katy leapt from the table.
"Well, at least we don't have to go to detention," Katy said brightly. Poswet looked at her and nodded slowly.
"Yes.. There's that! I think you and I are of a kindred spirit, Silverstar," she slung an arm around her companion with a mischievious grin at the Gryffindor table.
Hermione came around, tittering with disapproval.
"Come on, it's time to go to class.. Do hurry, won't you? You won't need your books, Poswet, this class is all hands on.. I do hope you'll be able to pay attention.."
Poswet rolled her eyes.
"Yes, mother. See ya, Silverstar." She gave Katy an exaggerated wink before looping her arm through Hermione's.
"Isn't that first-year's last name Schultz?"
"Yup. Hurry, Herm, we're off to see the wizard!" She attempted to skip, but Hermione was reluctant and she soon stopped.
"Damn. Foolish mortal!" Poswet said, not at all irritated, swatting cheerfully at Hermione's ponytail.
"You're so weird, Poswet," Hermione grumbled, stepping away from her new charge, who happened to be gnawing on her wand at that moment, sending white sparks at some passing Slytherin second-years who shot them hostile looks. Poswet made vague meowing noises at them until they skittered down the hall.
"Come, Hermione! To the wizard!"
Sighing, Hermione allowed herself to be dragged down the hallway.
Poswet was gesturing wildly for Lily to come sit, so she moved over, noting that Poswet had her robes as well.
"Niiiice," Poswet commented, eyeing her low neckline with amusement.
Lili only smiled as she sank into a seat next to her girlfriend, looking at the shocked expressions of all the other Gryffindors.
"Yes?" She queried, knowing full well why they looked so surprised.
"You're a Slytherin.." One of the twins that looked like Ron said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"And?"
"And, you're supposed to be snobby and not want to have anything to do with Gryffindors."
She merely shrugged, then noticed a sandy-haired boy staring at her chest. She nudged Poswet who shot him a deathglare. He didn't notice.
"Wandering eyes, Seamus?" She snapped, rapping her fork sharply on the table. The boy, Seamus, blushed and looked back down at his plate.
"Anyway, Lil, is that all you're going to have?" Lili was drinking pumpkin juice and eating toast. Poswet had piled her plate with melon and a pool of syrup.
"Yes. It's better than sugar and fruit." Lili cast a critical eye at Poswet, who just shrugged and smiled, devouring the food rapidly. Lili ate daintily, but soon finished as well.
"What class do you have first?"
"Uh.. Herm?"
Lili almost laughed at Poswet's academic cluelessness. She'd never been good at school, as concentration and *work* in general were a bore for her.
"Care for magical creatures," Hermione said without looking up from her parchment.
Abruptly, dozens of owls flew in through the windows. A large snowy one landed near Harry, and Poswet watched in fascination.
"How beautiful," she breathed, watching the owl's brilliant, jewel-like eyes look around.
"Her name is Hedwig," Harry mumbled around a mouth full of sausage, his eyes confused behind the glasses.
"Poswet is unusually fond of animals.. particularly rare ones," Lili said. She herself had no attachment to them; that was how it was with her.
"Oh, she'll do well in Care of Magical Creatures, then. Hagrid brings in all sorts of weird things. Usually dangerous, too." Ron managed to get this out between inhaling various dishes on the table. Well, he was a big kid.
"Ya know what, I don't want this stuff," Poswet said abruptly, giving the breakfast a table a frown. "It sucks. I want *American* food."
"Poswet.. you're not American."
"I still want American food! Like waffles!"
"I'm pretty sure waffles aren't just American," Hermione finally spoke more than two words, glancing at Poswet, "I've had them a time or two. I think they're just Muggle."
"Oh, I see.. Well, I want Muggle food! Waffles and ice cream!" Poswet picked up her fork and spoon, held them in her fists, and started slamming the bottoms down on the table in rhythm.
"Mug-gle food! Mug-gle food--" Before she could get any further, Lili snatched the silverware out of her hands.
"Give it a rest, Poswet," the Hispanic girl grumbled, examining her wand. These things were so.. ugly. Too gaudy for her tastes. She threw it down on her plate.
"Uhhm.. Lili?" The boy named Seamus queried hesitantly (he was rather afraid Poswet was going to hit him), "What are you doing with your wand?"
"Getting rid of it," she responded pleasantly, covering it in syrup.
"Oh, but you can't!" Hermione said, rather shrilly, "You can't do magic without them!"
"They're tacky." Lili frowned at the wand obstinately.
"C'mon, Li.." Poswet rested one hand on the other girl's bare arm. "I know they're ugly, but we gotta use them. Maybe we can turn it a better color later."
"Well.. Perhaps," Lili relented, pulling the sticky wand from her syrup.
Poswet smiled happily at her, and the corners of Lili's mouth creased slightly. The rest of Gryffindor table looked on in awe.
"I'd better go get my things ready. Adios," Lili said casually, standing and straightening her robes.
"'Bye! See you at lunch!" Poswet exclaimed, giving the slender girl a good-bye hug while sitting down.
Lili walked off towards the dormitory.
Poswet noticed the incredulous expressions of her fellow Gryffindors.
"What?"
"You're close friends with *Slytherin*, that's what," Ron said in disgust.
Poswet rolled her eyes.
"Oh, honestly, who cares?"
"I do," Ron responded hotly, "And furthermore you--"
"Let me get a look at those first years!" Poswet interrupted, leaping from her seat.
"Strange little girl," Angelina Johnson muttered as Poswet grabbed Harry by the arm to go inspect the first years.
"Definitely," agreed George Weasley, who then attempted to steal a kiss from Angelina and got a slap in return. Laughter erupted from the fifth-and-sixth year section of the table.
Meanwhile, Harry was looking at Poswet in confusion.
"Why'd you drag me over here?"
"'Cause I don't know anything about first years," she said cheerfully, ruffling his hair.
"Righto, up in line, firsties," she said cheerfully, kicking over a chair.
One particularly mischievious looking first-year girl with blondish-brown responded by throwing a grape at her.
"Oi, you!" Poswet tossed the grape back at her. "What's your name, bally chap?" She adopted a stiff British accent.
"Katy Schultz.. Sir!" The first-year said with a sharp salute.
"Cheerio, bally good show, what the dilly, wot!" exclaimed Poswet. After a few more minutes of this outrageous accent and Katy Schultz imitating a terrible Canadian-mingled-with-Southern-belle accent, the majority of the first and second years were in hysterics.
Harry just laughed, watching Poswet's antics. She and the hyper first year had climbed up on the table and were twirling each other about; the younger girl had a little difficulty due to Poswet's height.
Snape swept by and shot them both an icy look.
"You two! What are your names?"
"Olga Whiterose," Poswet responded immediately. Katy giggled.
Snape narrowed his eyes.
"And you?" He snarled at Katy.
"Belle Silverstar.. SIR!" Katy repeated her earlier salute. The first years were now dying from laughter, since they knew very well that Katy and Poswet were lying through their teeth. Snape thought they were laughing at him and glared even more fiercely (if possible).
"Get off the table! Detention for the both from you, and ten points from Gryffindor." He swept off towards the Hufflepuff table to pick on some unsuspecting third-years who were throwing peanuts.
"Greasy mother--" Poswet trailed off into obscenities as she and Katy leapt from the table.
"Well, at least we don't have to go to detention," Katy said brightly. Poswet looked at her and nodded slowly.
"Yes.. There's that! I think you and I are of a kindred spirit, Silverstar," she slung an arm around her companion with a mischievious grin at the Gryffindor table.
Hermione came around, tittering with disapproval.
"Come on, it's time to go to class.. Do hurry, won't you? You won't need your books, Poswet, this class is all hands on.. I do hope you'll be able to pay attention.."
Poswet rolled her eyes.
"Yes, mother. See ya, Silverstar." She gave Katy an exaggerated wink before looping her arm through Hermione's.
"Isn't that first-year's last name Schultz?"
"Yup. Hurry, Herm, we're off to see the wizard!" She attempted to skip, but Hermione was reluctant and she soon stopped.
"Damn. Foolish mortal!" Poswet said, not at all irritated, swatting cheerfully at Hermione's ponytail.
"You're so weird, Poswet," Hermione grumbled, stepping away from her new charge, who happened to be gnawing on her wand at that moment, sending white sparks at some passing Slytherin second-years who shot them hostile looks. Poswet made vague meowing noises at them until they skittered down the hall.
"Come, Hermione! To the wizard!"
Sighing, Hermione allowed herself to be dragged down the hallway.
