The Admirers
"Am I allowed to make it two?" Colin grinned (A/N: Colin wasn't trying to flirt. I just read it over and realised how much that sounded like flirting though so don't think it's anything like that. He never meant it in that way. Oh, and these A/Ns are breaks from the whole story. Not just the story the man's telling, in case you were curious. Anyway, back to the story.)
"You're allowed to try."Ginny teased, then explained. "You have to take a test to join `The Admirers.` That's the name of the club."
"Well, then, hand over that test!"
Ginny laughed and pulled out a paper, handing it to Colin. He skimmed it. It was full of questions about Harry that only someone who was pretty much obsessed could answer.
"I'll get it back to you as soon as I can, but right now I think we're late for potions."
"Oh, God! I forgot completely about it! Proffesor Snape is going to kill us!"
"Then we had better hurry, hadn't we?"
Ginny laughed."Last one there's a rotten egg!" And she took off towards the dungeons.
Smiling gleefully, Colin ran after her, wondering what the heck they were going to do to avoid the Potions Master's infamous wrath when they got there, but not really caring all that much.
When the two teenagers got there, panting, they stopped for a second to catch their breath. They looked at each other, grinning without any reason to. Indeed, Proffesor Snape giving them a detention and taking points from each of them was not a thrilling concept, and chances are that's what would happen, being that they were twenty minutes late for class, and that was only if they were lucky. When both were ready, Colin opened the door to Snape's chilly, dark, dungeon of a classroom. Not that their surroundings weren't already chilly or dark, but the Potions Classroom seemed to be worse, or maybe it was just the dread of going to Proffesor Snape's classroom. Colin didn't care how you looked at him, the nicest word he could use to describe Severus Snape was forboding (A/N: Tut, tut... Now, Colin... People do have different ideas about these things.*to reader* I personally don't think of Severus that way, but then again, what can you expect? He's a Gryffindor, hatred is to be expected. But if his nicest word to describe Severus is forboding, I don't even want to hear what his worst is...And no I don't know. What? Just 'cause I'm the author don't mean I know everything that runs through the characters heads! Vimh: -mumbling- Some author you are. Can't even speak proper English. Me: Can too! Vimh: Can not! Me: Can too! Vimh: Can not!Me: Can too! Vimh: Can too! Me: Can not! Vimh: See? Me: I hate you.Vimh: Thank you. Me: Shut up.*goes off grumbling*)*/\/*\/\*/\/*\/\*/\/*\/\*
The duo was in luck. Snape was talking quietly to someone and the Slytherins all had their backs to them, so the only people who saw them were the Gryffindors and they weren't exactly going to tell on Colin and Ginny. Quietly, the two parted and slid into two empty chairs at two seperate parts of the room. Colin stretched his head up to see over the taller Gryffindors heads so he could see who Snape was talking to. It was Proffesor Dumbledore. Standing next to the two men was a tall girl who had to be about Colin's age. Silky, black wavy hair fell loosely down to her hips. She wore the same black robes that were part of the Hogwarts uniform, but she wore them as if they were gold. The boys in the room were staring, the girls glaring. Snape nodded and Dumbledore left the classroom. Snape turned to face the class. Everyone looked at him in rapt attention.
"It seems we have a new student in your class this year. This is Capella Montefino. Her family recently moved to England from America for reasons of their own. She was at the top of every class in her old school, and she may easily be one of our best students here at Hogwarts, considering what dunderheads you all can be sometimes. She had a special sorting this morning, on her own in one of the teacher's offices. She was sorted into Slytherin." The Gryffindor boys' faces fell at this point, and some of them cursed. However, the Gyffindor girls' faces all looked a bit happier, though they still glared at Capella. The Slytherin group cheered, though most of the cheers came from the guys. Snape let them cheer a bit before continuing, "I hope that you will make her feel welcome. Capella, why don't you take a seat?"
"Of course, sir." Her voice was beautiful. It would sound like spring, if spring had a sound. It was the kind of voice one would strain to hear.
Colin hated her already.
She sounded too sweet, too wonderful, too amazingly perfect. She was beautiful, anyone could see that from the way the torchlight fell on her pretty features, smart, if what Snape said was true, and undoubtedly talented. If she ended up in Slytherin, she had to be. Most of them were, but they were just to annoyingly busy to stop and realise that. Or they did realise and somehow, somewhere along the way, the thirst for power was planted in them and like a seed it grew, drinking in the knowledge that they could be great someday. Then somehow, they wanted more, thinking that the Ministry wouldn't give them enough. And that's when they turned. And then there were those like Malfoy, who was too busy with his own messed up life to realise that he was doing nothing, sitting there and letting the world go by. Of course, Colin couldn't blame him, not when he thought about who the boy had for a father. At least, that's how Colin figured it. He smiled, amused at his own ponderings. Why in the world was he wondering about Slytherins, when he himself was a Gryffindor? He turned his attention back to Capella.
Every single Slytherin boy had to be staring at her. Not one was paying attention to the lesson. Certainly Snape had noticed? Colin turned his head to look at the Poitions Master, then nearly laughed at his own folly. Of course Snape had noticed! But they were Slytherins. So why should he care if they were listening or not? A voice in the back of his mind answered: Because if they don't listen, and they do something wrong, they'll get hurt. Certainly he care's about that? Another voice answered: Why should he? Hello! It's Snape we're talking about. The first voice answered: I suppose you're right. Colin told the voices to be quiet. It was slightly weird having parts of your brain disagree with you on things (a/n: Isn't it Colin? *glares at Vimh* Finally someone understands me!) , but Colin had gotten used to it. He had found lately, that he enjoyed writing quite a lot. But as he wrote, pdifferent ideas came to him and tended to bother him about things he said. (a/n: And this is getting dreadfully off subject) He was lost in his thoughts, thinking about this, when a loud voice pulled him out of his trance.
"Creevey!" Snape barked. Uh oh, thought Colin, here it comes. Please, please, say he didn't notice that we came in late. No such luck. "Since you decided to come in twenty minutes late, perhaps you would be so kind as to answer a question on the potion we are studying today for the rest of the class?"
Darn. "Yes, sir."
"What would happen if I added in the fluxweed before the aconite?"
Colin hadn't been paying attention to one word Snape had said on today's potion. "Um..."
"Well?"
"I don't know."
Snape raised an eyebrow. "You don't know." He repeated as if he didn't believe a student would dare to say that to him.
"No, I don't, Proffesor. I'm sorry if that causes any problems for you, but I don't." Said Colin calmly. He knew he shouldn't have said that, but, for some reason, he didn't really care.
"Are you trying to be smart with me, Creevey? Or do you simply wish to lose more points than you've already lost for Gryffindor?"
"No, sir. I'm not trying to do anything, other than apologizing."
Snape's voice was quiet, deadly, but Colin and the rest of the class heard him clearly. "Of course, you aren't, Mr.Creevey. Two points from Gryffindor for each minute you and Miss Weasley were late, ten points for your smart talk, and a detention for you both. Perhaps that will teach you a bit of respect for others and their time. The world does not run according to you, Mr.Creevey. I hope you do not and will not expect it to in the future. The same goes for you, Miss Weasley. I will assign you both your detentions after class. See me then. Now, then, back to today's lesson. And perhaps now, Mr.Creevey, you will be kind enough to join us. As I just stated, if I added the fluxweed before the aconite, the potion would turn into a deadly kind of poison, rather than the helpful healing draught it is meant to be. The same thing would happen if I added too much or too little an amount of any ingredient. For this reason, we won't be doing this exact potion today, but a potion that is quite similiar..."
Colin looked over to see a very red-faced Ginny. He cursed. It was bad
enough that he had gotten himself into trouble. The fact that he had gotten
Ginny in trouble too made it ten times worse. Fifty points gone! And a
detention! He cursed, again, then looked back at Capella who, to his horror,
smiled at him, laughter in her bright eyes. Colin quickly looked away,
blushing furiously, and started paying attention to Snape.
About half an hour later, Proffesor Snape called the class' attention to Capella. "Notice class how Miss Montefino's potion isn't hissing, but is quite calm, and is a bluish-purple, rather than the red-violet stuff you lot are mixing up. This is because Capella added the lacewing flies and the knotgrass in alternately, and in small amounts rather than adding them in all together at the same time. Very good, Miss Montefino. Did you learn this at your old school?"
"Actually, Proffesor, my class didn't do it, but my old proffesor insisted taht I work on a more complicated version of this potion among others during my own time, to get ahead. I found this one as quite easy."
"Very good, very good," repeated Snape. "Ten points to Slytherin for your hard work."
"Thank you, Proffesor." She smiled her gorgeous smile at him.
Show-off, Thought Colin. This is going to be a very long year. He sighed and, for once, the annoying voices inside his head, that he had grown accustomed to hearing, agreed.
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Meanwhile, somewhere on the Slytherin side across the clasroom, a Slytherin girl was watching Colin closely and carefully. Capella had listened and looked on in interest as Proffesor Snape had told Colin off. Capella had known it was coming. She had felt and seen Colin's gaze that had been steadily resting on her since the Proffesor had started his lecture. At first, Capella was watching merely because someone was getting in trouble, and it wasn't her. Somehow she found it enjoyable to watch. She knew that it was undoubtedly a sign of weakness and she was disgusted at herself for that, but she watched anyway.
"Creevey!" Snape had yelled. "Since you decided to come in twenty minutes late, perhaps you would be so kind as to answer a question on the potion we are studying today for the rest of the class?"
"Yes, sir." Came Colin's reply.
"What would happen if I added in the fluxweed before the aconite?" Easy, Capella had thought, he just said that it would turn the potion deadly. Of course, we weren't paying attention, were we, Creevey? Too busy staring at me in that oh, so rude way?
"Um..."
"Well?"
"I don't know." Ha! Here it comes, baby! Here it comes! Capella had thought.
Snape had raised an eyebrow. "You don't know." Capella was enjoying this immensely, till she heard the boy's smooth reply.
"No, I don't, Proffesor. I'm sorry if that causes any problems for you, but I don't." Capella raised one of her own eyebrows. Here was this boy, already in deep trouble, and he dared to talk back to a Proffesor? And with that calm, relaxed attitude, too? Well, well, well, Creevey. You have my attention sparked. And indeed he did. A boy who stood up to a Proffesor like that was hard to find now-a-days.
"Are you trying to be smart with me, Creevey? Or do you simply wish to lose more points than you've already lost for Gryffindor?" Gryffindor? Thought Capella. He's in Gryffindor? Hadn't she heard somewhere that Gryffindor was supposed to house the brave witches and wizards? That explains more than it doesn't.
"No, sir. I'm not trying to do anything, other than apologizing." There came his voice again. So self-confident, so assure of itself.
Snape's voice was quiet, deadly, but Colin and the
rest of the class heard him clearly. "Of course, you aren't, Mr.Creevey.
Two points from Gryffindor for each minute you and Miss Weasley were late,
ten points for your smart talk, and a detention for you both. Perhaps that
will teach you a bit of respect for others and their time." Miss Weasley?
She must be that girl who slipped in with him when they came in late. Darn.
That must mean he's not single. It wouldn't be a wonder if he wasn't, though,
Capella
thought. No matter. I am a Montefino. As a Montefino, I get everything
I want. And right now I want Creevey. Snape continued."The world does
not run according to you, Mr.Creevey. I hope you do not and will not expect
it to in the future. The same goes for you, Miss Weasley. I will assign
you both your detentions after class. See me then. Now, then, back to today's
lesson. And perhaps now, Mr.Creevey, you will be kind enough to join us.
As I just stated, if I added the fluxweed before the aconite, the potion
would turn into a deadly kind of poison, rather than the helpful healing
draught it is meant to be. The same thing would happen if I added too much
or too little an amount of any ingredient. For this reason, we won't be
doing this exact potion today, but a potion that is quite similiar..."
"Well, there's your first taste of Proffesor Snape," said a girl next to her, who had introduced herself as Jessica. "Though you needn't worry too much about getting in trouble with him. As the Head of the Slytherin House, he tends to favor members of his house. So, as Slytherins, we get better grades, get away with things in class that the other houses would lose points for, we don't get told off, and he doesn't embarass us in front of others, unless we ourselves embarass him."
"He sounds charming." Capella said sarcastically.
"Doesn't he? Hey, we get special privelages; I'm not complaining."
"Yep! No complaints here, either." Said Capella. "Do you happen to know the name of that guy who got in trouble?"
"Sure. It's Colin Creevey. Annoying boy, if you ask me. He's a Gryffindor who worships Harry Potter. That's another thing. As part of Slytherin, you can't be friends with Potter."
"Why not?"
"Because he's Gryffindor's seeker. He's the guy who broke Slytherin's winning streak. Slytherins, especially Draco Malfoy, and Snape despise him. Believe me, if you want to survive your first year at Hogwarts as a Slytherin, do not get close to Potter. Big no, no."
"Thanks, I'll keep it in mind."
"No problem. Anyway, let me tell you about Draco Malfoy. He has got to be the cutest guy to walk the planet..."
Jessica went on about this while Capella nodded her head and looked like she was paying attention. It was a skill she was quite used to doing, since she often did it in class so that the teachers thought she was paying attention, when in fact her mind was somewhere else completely. Currently it was focused on Colin. He looked over at her and she smiled her most winning smile at him. His skin turned crimson and he quickly looked away. Colin Creevey, huh? Well, Colin, from this moment on I am the biggest Harry Potter fan you'll have ever met. You'll be mine Colin. Watch, just watch. I am a Montefino, and I get anything I want. So I shall have you.
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The woman was intrigued. She had heard this story before. She almost laughed, and even though she held it in, she did smile despite herself. She had indeed heard this story before, but to hear it in such detail... She was horrified when the man stopped.
"What's wrong?" She asked, worry in her voice.
"Nothing, my dear, nothing! Why do you ask?"
"You stopped in the middle of the story. I thought something might have happened."
"Oh, no, nothing's wrong! I'm just finished for today."
"Finished!" Exclaimed the woman. "But you've barely begun the story. Whatabout Colin, and Ginny, and Capella?"
"Ah, well, you know. Things happen to them, Colin's heartbroken and he's left a poor broken man. Now, I really must go. Thank you for listening, goodbye!" The man got up, picked up his sign and his hat, turned around, and started to leave.
"Please, will you go on with the story a bit? I'm enjoying it so much."
Unbeknownst to the young woman, a twinkle appeared in the man's eyes. So she was enjoying the story? Maybe he should go on with it...
"Well..." The man sounded as if he was wondering if he should go on or not. The woman prayed he would...
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A/N: Well? Well? Did you like it? Huh? Shall I, or rather the man, go on with the story? Who are the man and the woman? Just some random people on the street? Will you ever find out?
It all depends on if you review or not!
Flames like the ones I stated earlier go to burn those people who are trying to ban Harry Potter and the fire they form goes toward melting my marshmellows for Vimh's and my s'mores! So there!!!!!!!!!
Oh and, for those of you are interested who Vimh is, go read my other "fanfic." And I myself am American, so don't think I'm trying to dis them or anything. Capella is taken off a girl I met in third grade, who was a pain in the butt. Thankfully she moved to Washington, D.C., but she still gives me nightmares. Crazy, huh?
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