A/N THANK YOU, REVIEWERS!!!! I'm going to make this chapter a little longer than the others. I hope you ppl will review and let me know you're alive out there! *hears echo* *Looks in both directions* *raises eyebrows*
Hermione sat there, looking around at the beautiful ebony color wood that lined the limo. The black leather was comfortable. The silence in the car was beginning to bother her. She was about to say something when Mrs. Krum spoke.
"Hermione, Viktor tells us that you are a very brilliant young voman. Vhat are your favorite classes?"
"Well, Mrs. Krum--"
"Please, call me Annetta," Mrs. Krum interrupted.
"Well--Annetta, my favorite class would have to be arithmancy. I love just using the formulas and calculating everything. And when it all matches up to answer perfectly, I feel so peaceful." Hermione stopped. She looked at Viktor's family to see if they were looking at her strangely or laughing. They
weren't.
"Vell, then, Hermione, you must talk vith Alexander. He is also passionate about arithmancy," Annetta said, smiling. She had hobbled over the English words the eintire time of speaking with Hermione. She was trying so hard when it would just be easier for Viktor to translate between both of them! Hermione felt honored.
"What subjects do you like, Annetta?" Hermione asked politely.
"I love transfiguration. Like my son." More hobbling. She tried, though. Hermione gave her credit for that.
Hermione looked out the window and saw a huge mansion coming up along the road. "Is that where you live, Viktor?" She pointed to the mansion.
Viktor looked to where she pointed, as did Alexander and Annetta.
"That?" Alexander asked, looking insulted.
"No, Hermione. We live there." Viktor pointed further ahead of them to the tops of a large castle that rivaled Hogwarts in size.
Hermione stared at it. She knew Viktor's family was rich, but never that rich. "Wow," she breathed.
"It's amazing. Wait till you see it up close," Viktor told her.
There! More than usual! You'll just have to wait for the rest.
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff
Hermione sat there, looking around at the beautiful ebony color wood that lined the limo. The black leather was comfortable. The silence in the car was beginning to bother her. She was about to say something when Mrs. Krum spoke.
"Hermione, Viktor tells us that you are a very brilliant young voman. Vhat are your favorite classes?"
"Well, Mrs. Krum--"
"Please, call me Annetta," Mrs. Krum interrupted.
"Well--Annetta, my favorite class would have to be arithmancy. I love just using the formulas and calculating everything. And when it all matches up to answer perfectly, I feel so peaceful." Hermione stopped. She looked at Viktor's family to see if they were looking at her strangely or laughing. They
weren't.
"Vell, then, Hermione, you must talk vith Alexander. He is also passionate about arithmancy," Annetta said, smiling. She had hobbled over the English words the eintire time of speaking with Hermione. She was trying so hard when it would just be easier for Viktor to translate between both of them! Hermione felt honored.
"What subjects do you like, Annetta?" Hermione asked politely.
"I love transfiguration. Like my son." More hobbling. She tried, though. Hermione gave her credit for that.
Hermione looked out the window and saw a huge mansion coming up along the road. "Is that where you live, Viktor?" She pointed to the mansion.
Viktor looked to where she pointed, as did Alexander and Annetta.
"That?" Alexander asked, looking insulted.
"No, Hermione. We live there." Viktor pointed further ahead of them to the tops of a large castle that rivaled Hogwarts in size.
Hermione stared at it. She knew Viktor's family was rich, but never that rich. "Wow," she breathed.
"It's amazing. Wait till you see it up close," Viktor told her.
There! More than usual! You'll just have to wait for the rest.
Lady Alanna Salmalin of Conte, the Queen of Fluff