I'm gonna have ta talk here aren't I?
*Critics in the back brandish frying pans*
Ok! Ok! I'll talk. Um, I don't own any characters save for Moraira and
another character that will pop up later. I luv you all *Glares at the
critic*. Please R/R and I'm sure the critics won't come after you with
fry pans, stupid bunch of.ack! *Rubs as the critics chase her* Now to the
story!
Hermione pressed her forehead to the table in the Great Hall. It was their 7th year and the sorting had just ended and everyone was talking. loudly. Too loudly and it was giving her a splitting headache. "You ok, Hermione?" She heard Ron's voice by her head. She shook her head making her smooth glossy brown hair ripple. "My head is hammering and I feel queasy." "Probably sick" she heard Harry say. "Maybe you should go down to the hospital wing." "Yea, you're probably right," Hermione sighed lifting her head. "I'll go after the feast." Ron and Harry nodded their agreement just as Ginny came over and sat. "Hey Herm," Ginny sat. "You ok?" "Quit asking me that!" Hermione snapped. "I am fine ok." Ginny flinched. "Sorry Herm." Hermione sighed. "No, I'm sorry Ginny, I'm just not feeling well. I'm going to the Hospital Wing later." "I'll go with you if you like." Hermione smiled. "Thanks Gin." No proble-" Ginny was cut-off by Dumbledor. "Welcome to all of you to a new year." "m," Ginny finished then fell silent. Dumbledor continued. "I'm sure you're all eager to get to the feast so I shall make only my most important announcement. We have a new student who has been transferred her from her school in Egypt and will be starting in her 7th year. Please welcome Ms. Moraira Karlem. A girl walked out of the shadow head down. Her hair was deep blue black. Her skin was dark honey gold from the sun. She wore a medium length, dark blue skirt with gold silk lining the waist and hem and a dark blue shirt with transparent long sleeves. Suddenly she lifted her head and Hermione head a number of people gasped. Her eyes were deep silver and burned like tiny flames where ignited in them. They were so bright the stars, were they alive, would be envious. "Ms. Karlem you may be seated." Everyone watched, hushed, as the girl made her way down the hall to the Gryffindor table then sat at the very end of the table her head down so that her hair made a dark curtain around her face. "Now," Dumbledor continued. "Shall we eat?" He clapped 3 times and food blossomed like flowers on the table. The other tables began to eat but the Gryffindors watched the girl raise her head and reach for the chicken. Suddenly she looked over at them and tilted her head and perked an eyebrow. "What?" she asked. "Do I have a booger?" Most people laughed. Hermione stared. "So you're from Egypt?" Hermione heard Neville ask. "Yea," Moraira said transferring a roll to her plate. "But I was born in America. I moved to Egypt when I was 8 after my dad died." "No know it all comments, Hermione?" Ron asked grinning. Hermione glared at him. "Shut up Ron, mind your own business." Ron's grin faded. "So-rry. You don't have to be so snappy" "Well I told you I had a headache." Hermione chanced a glance at Moraira and saw the girl watching her. Their eyes caught and an evil smile Hermione thought only the devil should have bloomed on Moraira's face. Hermione felt desire and fear fight with each other inside of her. Her stomach lurched. "I think I'll go to the Hospital wing now." Hermione said standing and walking towards the doors. Ginny stood too. "Wait for me." She followed Hermione out and they both started down the corridor. "You're kind of pale, like glass I can almost see right through you." "Really? In contrast my head feels like iron." They turned the corner and walked into the room. Madam Pomfrey looked up from a piece of parchment she was writing on. "Hmm. Only here 10 minutes and already hurt." Hermione opened her mouth but Ginny spoke first. "Hermione has a headache." Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips. "Sit down, I have to finish something first." Hermione sat on one of the beds and Ginny followed. "I'm gonna go back so I can get the password." Ginny sighed. "If I don't Fred and George will probably give me the wrong one and I'll end up sitting in to corridor with Neville." Hermione chuckled lightly but it made her head ring so she stopped. "I'll be back down to get you, ok." "Ok Gin, thanks." Ginny smiled and disappeared through the door. After a few minutes Madam Pomfrey walk towards her with a bottle of silver-violet liquid. Hermione blanched knowing it would most likely taste horrible. "Don't give me that face girl." She poured the liquid into a small beaker. "Drink this.all of it." I took the beaker and opened my mouth and drained it. I was right, it was horrible. "There ya go. You can sit for a while until your headache clears up." Madam Pomfrey disappeared into the back and Hermione sat back on the bad. She breathed for a moment. Her head felt better. She was tired now but she still felt better. She stood and the room spun for a moment, then settled. She blinked and started out the door. The corridor was empty and quiet. She wished at least that Peeves were around. As she turned a corner she heard a voice. She stepped into the shadows and slid against the walls but froze when she saw who it was. Moraira! She was talking to.something. A gold bracelet was brought up to her lips and she was speaking quickly into it. Hermione couldn't hear her words they were too low. Finally Moraira stopped and dropped her wrist. She looked as if she was about to move when suddenly her back went ridged and tense. Hermione's blood turned to ice as Moraira swung around to face her. She say her relax and the evil smiled crept over her features. Moraira blew her a kiss and Hermione felt chilled. Then she turned and soon was out of sight down the corridor. Hermione let out a held breath and went, as quick as she could, towards the room into opposite direction and bumped into Ginny. "Ow! Oh sorry Ginny." "That's ok, I was just coming to get you. How's your headache?" "Better, but I'm sleepy." Hermione yawned. "Really sleepy." "Come on. Madam Pomfrey gave me a potion once that had me sleeping for the whole weekend." "Oh dear," Hermione muttered. "I can't sleep that long!" "You probably won't. Mine was cause of that broom incident I'd rather not talk about." Hermione laughed. They reached the portrait of the fat lady. "Indigo waters," Ginny said and the portrait swung open. Ron and Harry say in chairs by the fire and beside them.Moraira. Hermione almost jumped a foot how did she get back first? Ron and Harry looked up when she came in. "Hey Herm. Is you head better. We told you all that thinking would hurt you someday." "Blow off, Ron." Hermione started up the stairs glancing back and catching Moraira's gaze. Her eyes sparkled dangerously. Hermione could still hear their voices. "What's wrong with her?" Ron asked. "She's just tired. That's all." Ginny said softly. "Maybe I should go up and help her." Moraira said. "Give her a nice new girl first impression." Hermione froze. "No she took a potion that's gonna put her to sleep so it wouldn't help." Thank you Ginny, Hermione cheered as she reached the girl's dormitory. She yawned and sat on the bed quickly changing into her nightclothes. She lay down and didn't even remember hitting the pillow.
Hermione pressed her forehead to the table in the Great Hall. It was their 7th year and the sorting had just ended and everyone was talking. loudly. Too loudly and it was giving her a splitting headache. "You ok, Hermione?" She heard Ron's voice by her head. She shook her head making her smooth glossy brown hair ripple. "My head is hammering and I feel queasy." "Probably sick" she heard Harry say. "Maybe you should go down to the hospital wing." "Yea, you're probably right," Hermione sighed lifting her head. "I'll go after the feast." Ron and Harry nodded their agreement just as Ginny came over and sat. "Hey Herm," Ginny sat. "You ok?" "Quit asking me that!" Hermione snapped. "I am fine ok." Ginny flinched. "Sorry Herm." Hermione sighed. "No, I'm sorry Ginny, I'm just not feeling well. I'm going to the Hospital Wing later." "I'll go with you if you like." Hermione smiled. "Thanks Gin." No proble-" Ginny was cut-off by Dumbledor. "Welcome to all of you to a new year." "m," Ginny finished then fell silent. Dumbledor continued. "I'm sure you're all eager to get to the feast so I shall make only my most important announcement. We have a new student who has been transferred her from her school in Egypt and will be starting in her 7th year. Please welcome Ms. Moraira Karlem. A girl walked out of the shadow head down. Her hair was deep blue black. Her skin was dark honey gold from the sun. She wore a medium length, dark blue skirt with gold silk lining the waist and hem and a dark blue shirt with transparent long sleeves. Suddenly she lifted her head and Hermione head a number of people gasped. Her eyes were deep silver and burned like tiny flames where ignited in them. They were so bright the stars, were they alive, would be envious. "Ms. Karlem you may be seated." Everyone watched, hushed, as the girl made her way down the hall to the Gryffindor table then sat at the very end of the table her head down so that her hair made a dark curtain around her face. "Now," Dumbledor continued. "Shall we eat?" He clapped 3 times and food blossomed like flowers on the table. The other tables began to eat but the Gryffindors watched the girl raise her head and reach for the chicken. Suddenly she looked over at them and tilted her head and perked an eyebrow. "What?" she asked. "Do I have a booger?" Most people laughed. Hermione stared. "So you're from Egypt?" Hermione heard Neville ask. "Yea," Moraira said transferring a roll to her plate. "But I was born in America. I moved to Egypt when I was 8 after my dad died." "No know it all comments, Hermione?" Ron asked grinning. Hermione glared at him. "Shut up Ron, mind your own business." Ron's grin faded. "So-rry. You don't have to be so snappy" "Well I told you I had a headache." Hermione chanced a glance at Moraira and saw the girl watching her. Their eyes caught and an evil smile Hermione thought only the devil should have bloomed on Moraira's face. Hermione felt desire and fear fight with each other inside of her. Her stomach lurched. "I think I'll go to the Hospital wing now." Hermione said standing and walking towards the doors. Ginny stood too. "Wait for me." She followed Hermione out and they both started down the corridor. "You're kind of pale, like glass I can almost see right through you." "Really? In contrast my head feels like iron." They turned the corner and walked into the room. Madam Pomfrey looked up from a piece of parchment she was writing on. "Hmm. Only here 10 minutes and already hurt." Hermione opened her mouth but Ginny spoke first. "Hermione has a headache." Madam Pomfrey pursed her lips. "Sit down, I have to finish something first." Hermione sat on one of the beds and Ginny followed. "I'm gonna go back so I can get the password." Ginny sighed. "If I don't Fred and George will probably give me the wrong one and I'll end up sitting in to corridor with Neville." Hermione chuckled lightly but it made her head ring so she stopped. "I'll be back down to get you, ok." "Ok Gin, thanks." Ginny smiled and disappeared through the door. After a few minutes Madam Pomfrey walk towards her with a bottle of silver-violet liquid. Hermione blanched knowing it would most likely taste horrible. "Don't give me that face girl." She poured the liquid into a small beaker. "Drink this.all of it." I took the beaker and opened my mouth and drained it. I was right, it was horrible. "There ya go. You can sit for a while until your headache clears up." Madam Pomfrey disappeared into the back and Hermione sat back on the bad. She breathed for a moment. Her head felt better. She was tired now but she still felt better. She stood and the room spun for a moment, then settled. She blinked and started out the door. The corridor was empty and quiet. She wished at least that Peeves were around. As she turned a corner she heard a voice. She stepped into the shadows and slid against the walls but froze when she saw who it was. Moraira! She was talking to.something. A gold bracelet was brought up to her lips and she was speaking quickly into it. Hermione couldn't hear her words they were too low. Finally Moraira stopped and dropped her wrist. She looked as if she was about to move when suddenly her back went ridged and tense. Hermione's blood turned to ice as Moraira swung around to face her. She say her relax and the evil smiled crept over her features. Moraira blew her a kiss and Hermione felt chilled. Then she turned and soon was out of sight down the corridor. Hermione let out a held breath and went, as quick as she could, towards the room into opposite direction and bumped into Ginny. "Ow! Oh sorry Ginny." "That's ok, I was just coming to get you. How's your headache?" "Better, but I'm sleepy." Hermione yawned. "Really sleepy." "Come on. Madam Pomfrey gave me a potion once that had me sleeping for the whole weekend." "Oh dear," Hermione muttered. "I can't sleep that long!" "You probably won't. Mine was cause of that broom incident I'd rather not talk about." Hermione laughed. They reached the portrait of the fat lady. "Indigo waters," Ginny said and the portrait swung open. Ron and Harry say in chairs by the fire and beside them.Moraira. Hermione almost jumped a foot how did she get back first? Ron and Harry looked up when she came in. "Hey Herm. Is you head better. We told you all that thinking would hurt you someday." "Blow off, Ron." Hermione started up the stairs glancing back and catching Moraira's gaze. Her eyes sparkled dangerously. Hermione could still hear their voices. "What's wrong with her?" Ron asked. "She's just tired. That's all." Ginny said softly. "Maybe I should go up and help her." Moraira said. "Give her a nice new girl first impression." Hermione froze. "No she took a potion that's gonna put her to sleep so it wouldn't help." Thank you Ginny, Hermione cheered as she reached the girl's dormitory. She yawned and sat on the bed quickly changing into her nightclothes. She lay down and didn't even remember hitting the pillow.
