Out of the Darkness

By Trephinia Cealyn

Chapter 6 | Siren Crete Halomika Misra Odin Olantra

          Flute had just rescued Aphrael from the jaws of Schmoo when Seymour waltzed into the common room. Flute shoved Aphrael in her bag and picked up Schmoo. She concentrated on petting Schmoo trying to ignore the fact that Seymour was indeed heading over here.

          "Why if it isn't the littlest Malfoy," Seymour sneered, "petting her little cat, the only friend she has."

          Flute slowly moved the bag underneath her chair, Aphrael was known to escape it, "I'm the same age as Talon, we are twins."

          "Ah, but you my dear are shorter," Seymour explained.

          Flute rolled her eyes, "Schmoo isn't my only friend," Flute said standing up for herself, "although he is a better one than most of my friends."

          "Schmoo?" Seymour smirked, "You named your cat Schmoo?"

          "It stands for, Siren Crete Halomika Misra Odin Olantra," Flute smirked back.

          Seymour glared at her, "Sigh ren Crate Halo Micka Miss Ra O Dinner Olandra?" He attempted to repeat the name, "That's the stupidest name-names-I've ever heard!"

          "Well he's not your cat!" Flute spat at him. She picked up her bag and hurried down to potions still carrying Schmoo.

          "Oy! Flute!" Seth called and waved her over to where he was congregating with his friends.

          Flute ran over and stood next to Seth, "'ello."

          "Schway cat," a tall boy boy with brown hair said, "What's his name?"

          "Siren Crete Halomika Odin Olantra," Flute said very quickly, "Just call him Schmoo."

          The boy laughed, "Interesting name for a cat," he said and shook Schmoo's paw, "The name's Nick."

          Flute giggled, "I have to get to potions," she said to Seth.

          "Alright see you at lunch then?" Seth asked.

          "Sure!" Flute called over her shoulder running into the Potions Classroom and knocking a certain Potions Professor over, "Grandfather! I'm so sorry!"

          "Flute," Snape hissed after he picked himself up, "I thought we talked about that, I'm Professor Snape here."

          "Sorry grandfather," Flute said with a little smirk on her face, "You haven't met Schmoo yet!"

          "Your cat?" Snape asked. He turned around and walked to his desk. Flute followed him and plopped the cat on his desk when he sat down.

          "Yes, his real name is Siren Crete Halomika Odin Olantra," Flute explained saying it, if possible, even faster than before.

          "Oh," Snape said raising an eyebrow, "That's a very interesting name."

          Flute snatched Schmoo off the desk, "You don't like it!" She protested.

          "Uh-no-no I love the name," Snape lied, "it's the best name in the world, no wait the greatest name in the world…"

          "You're a terrible liar!" Flute said and stomped off to her seat.

          Snape banged his head on the desk, "I hate children… I hate children…"

           "Flute," Melinda called waving her over, "What did you get on the truth potions I couldn't find anything at all? Oh what a cute cat!"

          "Here," Flute said opening a page in her book, "paragraph two. His name's Schmoo," Flute explained after Melinda was done writing, "his actual name is Siren Crete Halomika Odin Olantra."

          "Interesting name," Melinda said with a fake smile, "well thanks." She turned to her other friends dismissing Flute.

          "Only wanted to talk to me to get my help," Flute grumbled and went over to her seat sitting in Seymour's lap.

          "And here you are leading me to believe that you hated me," Seymour commented dryly with amusement in his voice, "tsk, tsk Flute."

          Flute jumped up, "Why do you insist on sitting in my seat!?"

          "Miss Malfoy please take a seat." Snape said trying to start the class.

          Flute glared at Seymour grabbed her bag and retreated to her spot next to Cecilia and Lily. Schmoo leaped up onto her shoulder and proceeded to wash himself.

          Flute paid enough attention to write down the homework assignment and then she was off daydreaming about different curses she could use on Seymour and Co. She already knew the whole textbook by heart anyway. Flute had a free period after the class so if there was anything she didn't understand she could go to Grandaddy Snape for help.

"Flute!" Lily said poking her shoulder sharply with her wand, "Flute help!" Flute looked over at Lily slowly only to see that her potion was a puke green.

"What did you do?" Flute asked she quickly crushed some fairy wings and dumped them in the potion.

          "I don't know!" Lily wailed flailing her arms like Goten in 'Junior World Championship.'

          "Shh! Lily, be quiet! Do you want Grandfather to come over her?" Flute hissed and stirred the potion vigorously. It returned to the correct deep blue color.

          Lily sighed, "Ugh! Thanks Flute!"

          "No problem," Flute replied, reached for her bag, and noticed Schmoo missing from her shoulder. She looked around and saw Schmoo being happily petted by Seymour. "That's it." Flute whispered to herself. She grabbed her bag and ran after Seymour who was trying to smuggle her cat out of the classroom. (Class had ended.) "Seymour, give me my cat!" Flute yelled at him standing in his way.

          "I think he likes me better," Seymour said rubbing Schmoo on his tummy, "Maybe you should consider selling him to me."

          "I AM NOT SELLING SCHMOO!" Flute screamed.

          Seymour ruffled her hair, "I'm glad you see it my way, ten galleons should be enough."

          "No! You don't understand! I am not selling MY cat!" Flute yelled.

          "I think you have anger management problems Flute," Tom said. He reached over and scratched Schmoo's ears.

          "Bloody hell Tom! What in the name of Merlin do you think you are doing?" Flute yelled, "You just totally took his side and you're my best friend!"

          "Correction," Talon chimed in, "Tom was my best friend, we only put up with you because father made us."

          Flute's jaw dropped open and she stared at them in complete and total horror.

          "It isn't nice to stare dear," Seymour said and his pushed her jaw back into place, "Have a nice day." He said winking at her and dropping Schmoo in her arms.

          "That was really uncalled for," Flute sniffled to herself. "Really very uncalled for…"

          "Hey Flute!" Seth called from the other end of the hallway. He caught up to her, "Flute what's wrong?"

          "Nothing," Flute said and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, "something was in my eye."

          "Both of them?" Seth asked with a raised eyebrow.

          Flute sighed, "My brother was just being an idiot."

          "Oh," Seth said totally not believing her.

          Flute smiled, "What color robes are you wearing to the ball?"

          "Dark blue," Seth replied, "Why?"

          "Just wondering," Flute said trying to be mysterious, "Eep!! I have to go!" She said running off.

          "Did you just say eep?" Seth yelled after her.