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Though it was only a few hours before they got to Hogwarts it seemed like ages. Arianna and Hermione said nothing to each other. Arianna felt horrible for doubting her friend. But she felt that she should give Draco a chance. The last few hours were spent silent with Ron and Harry making little jokes or trying or start a conversation every now and then. Every now and then friends would drop by and Arianna would get aquatinted with them. As soon as they would leave the compartment would be plunged back in to silence.
Arianna looked out the window. Harry and Ron were talking about the World Cup. "Shhh!" Hermione whispered suddenly as she pointed to the compartment next to them. Ron and Harry quieted down. They strained to hear over the noises of the train on the track. "Father was considering sending me to Durmstrang," a voice said as if he was showing off, "He knows the head master. Well you know his opinion of Dumbledore. He's such a Mudblood-lover," he said with a hint of disgust in his voice. At this Arianna gasped. "Unfortunately Mother didn't like the idea of me going to a school so far away. Father says Durmstrang takes a far more sensible line then Hogwarts about the Dark arts. They actually LEARN about them, not just this defense rubbish they insist on teaching HERE..." the voice continued.
"So he thinks he would have been better off at Durmstrang, does he?" Hermione said angrily. "I wish he HAD gone, then wouldn't have had to put up with him." "He's not all," Arianna stopped in the middle of her sentence. Harry and Ron took a deep breath in as she said the words. Fearing Hermione would blow her top any second now. She thought about what she had just heard. "I-I guess you were right Hermione," She said apologetically and looked down. "You were right as well," Hermione said, "you'd never met him. I guess I would have given him a chance as well if I were you."
Arianna looked up and smiled "Friends?" "Friends," Hermione agreed. Harry and Ron let out a big sigh as the two friends embraced. "Durmstrang's another Wizarding School?" said Harry. "Yes," said Hermione, "and it's got a HORRIBLE reputation. According to 'An Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe', it puts a lot of emphasis on the Dark Arts." "I think I've heard of it," Ron said vaguely. "Where's the school located?" asked Arianna, "Like, what country is it in?' "Well, nobody knows, do they?" Hermione asked with raised eyebrows.
"Er- why is that?" Harry asked. "Well you see, there's traditionally been a lot of rivalry." Hermione started. "Like a feud," Arianna cut in, "between all the magic schools. Durmstrang and Beauxbatons have concealed their locations." "Exactly," Hermione said. "They conceal their whereabouts so nobody can steal their 'secrets'," said Hermione matter-o-factly.
Ron stared to laugh, "Durmstrang has got to be just as big as Hogwarts! How are you supposed to hide a school that bloody big!?" "But Hogwarts 'is' hidden," Hermione said in surprise, "everyone knows THAT." "Eh em," Arianna interrupted, "Not everyone reads about the history of their school." "Well when a muggle looks at the school it just looks like an old ruin with a sign over the entrance reading 'DANGER DO NOT ENTER, UNSAFE'."
"So Durmstrang and Beuxbatons would look like ruins to a muggle as well?"
"Who knows," said Hermione, shrugging, "It could have a Muggle repelling charm on it like at the World Cup."
"Judging by the names I'd guess the Beauxbaton's are from France;" "Oh you're a genius Hermione," Ron said sarcastically. Hermione decided to ignore his remark and kept going. "Or their founder was French and I suspect Durmstrang is somewhere in the far North, somewhere very cold. They've got fur capes as a part of their uniforms," Hermione said thoughtfully.
Ron sighed. "By now I could have pushed Malfoy off a glacier and make it look like an accident... too bad his mother likes him." Arianna looked at him disapprovingly. Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas walked into the compartment. "We heard there was a new girl and we came to meat her," Dean said as he sat down next to Arianna. "I'm Dean and this is Seamus," he said putting a hand out for Arianna to shake. "I'm Arianna," she said as she shook his hand, "Pleased to meat you."
Seamus was wearing his Ireland rosette. The magic seemed to be wearing off, though it still squeaked "Troy! Mullret! Moran!"
About fifteen minuets into the conversation about the world cup Arianna decided to leave for a while. "I'll be right back," she said as she got up to leave. She walked past Neville on her way out and headed down the hall to the bathroom.
She went down the train to see if there was a compartment that was free. She came to the end of the section of the part of the train. She opened the compartment door and stepped in. Amazingly no one was in there. She sat down and started to think about Draco. He seemed nice. Well nice enough in person, or was he just being nice to her? She started to sing to herself.
A figure appeared at the doorway. "What a beautiful voice." he said. "Ahh!" she screamed as she turned to face the figure. The boy walked in and stood over her. "What are you doing here?" she asked cowering in his shadow. "I was just about to ask the same thing," He said with a smirk on his face, "So... what are you doing in my compartment?" and he sat down. she thought to herself.
Arianna giggled. His pants went up to the top of his socks when he sat down. "What?" he asked, "What are you laughing at?" "When's your birthday?" she asked. "Uh why?" he asked. "So I can get you a new pair of pants," Arianna replied. He laughed a deep cheerful laugh. "So what are you doing in my compartment any ways?" he said getting back to his question. "Oh, I was in here to think. I was with some of my friends, Hermione and Harry and Ron." "Ah Harry, a very good Quidditch player." He sighed. "Argh!" Arianna shouted. "What?" He said startled by her brief, one word, outburst. "I'm in here to NOT hear about Quidditch! I keep hearing about it! What is it!?" "You don't know what Quidditch is?" He asked amazed. "Nope no idea," she said matter-o-factly. "Are you a first year? or have muggle parents?" He inquired. "Uh... I'm a fourth year, my parents are muggles and I transferred from Canada." Arianna told him. "Oh, well shall I tell you about the game?" "Judging by the fact that everyone here at this school talks about Quidditch I guess I'm going to find out any ways." she said.
"Well I was the caption of the Gryffindor Quidditch team," he said and smiled as he remembered the last few years when Harry had joined the team. V-I-C-T-O-R-Y all the way! Even without the victories he still loved the game. "Whadda' ya mean was?" Arianna asked, snapping him out of his memories. "I'm 18 now I graduated last year," he said. "Well why are you here?" Arianna asked. "It's a surprise," he said and winked. Arianna giggled. He certainly was charming for a guy that seemed to be obsessed with Quidditch. If only she was eighteen. "Well are you going to tell me about Quidditch or not?" Arianna asked getting back to the conversation, "and would you tell me what in the lords name is a Wronsky Feint ". He laughed yet again, "Of course." He told her all about Quidditch and what a Wronsky Feint was. He really loved the game. He even told her a few stories about the games he had played in, VERY enthusiastically.
"So it's like basketball except in the air and lil balls trying to hit you?" Arianna asked at the end of his explanation and stories. "I guess so... if I even knew what basket ball was..." he replied. She explained about basketball. It was a fairly simple muggle sport compared to Quidditch, but somehow the boy found it confusing. By the end of their conversation they were laughing. She looked out the window and saw a big hill and on top of that hill was a castle and there was a forest on the edges. The sky was starting to darken; it looked as if it was going to rain soon. "Is that Hogwarts?" She gasped. "Yep, good 'ol Hogwarts," he sighed to himself.
"Well I guess I should be going now," Arianna said as she got up to leave, "See you later... uh... uh... what's your name?" "My name's Oliver, Oliver Wood," he said. "Well thanks for telling me about Quidditch and what a Wronsky Feint is," and with that she turned to leave. Oliver pointed his wand. The door locked. Arianna spun around. "Hold on!" Oliver said. Arianna looked scared. He saw the look on her face and he smiled. A warm smile. He laughed again. Arianna thought. She looked even more scared now. He stepped over and gave her a hug. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you," he said softly "I just wanted to know what your name is, it was just a joke." Arianna sighed with relief, "My name is Arianna, Arianna Rutherford." He unlocked the door and she left. She headed to the other end of the train to her compartment with Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"Wow," Neville said enviously as Ron pulled out his miniature figure of Viktor Krum. Then he tipped it into Neville's pudgy hand.
"We saw him right up close," Ron said. "We were in the top box-"
"For the first and last time in your life Weasly"
Malfoy appeared in the doorway with Crabbe and Goyle. Evidently they had heard the conversation through the compartment door. Wich Arianna had left ajar when she left. "Don't remember asking you to join us," Harry said coolly.
"Weasly... what is THAT?" said Malfoy, pointing at a cage. A sleeve of Ron's dress robes was dangling from it. Ron made to stuff the robes out of site, but Malfoy was too quick for him; he seized the sleeve and pulled. "Look at this!" said Malfoy holding Ron's robes and turning around to show them to Crabbe and Goyle. "Weasly you weren't thinking of wearing these were you?" Arianna walked up behind him and snatched the robes as she entered the compartment. "These robes are perfectly fine." she said holding them out, inspecting them. "A little old, I could fix this for you, take the collar off and make the robes a different colour, Ron," she said and handed them to Ron.
"So... going to enter Weasly?" asked Draco. Crabbe and Goyle stood there open mouthed as did Seamus, Dean and the rest of the people in the compartment. Had she just snatched something from Malfoy and contradicted him? And did he just continue without a rude word to lash back at her? "Well? Are you going to answer me or not?" Draco said annoyed. "Enter what?" Arianna asked. "I suppose you're going to enter Potter," Draco said with a smirk on his face. "Either tell us what you're talking about or leave." Hermione said. "You don't know?" Draco said. "What if we don't?" Arianna said getting up. She was eye to eye with him now. Or at least she was looking up at him and he was looking down at her. She stared at him trying to figure out why he hated Hermione and everyone else. Why did everyone hate him. Draco broke the stare, turned around and walked out of the compartment.
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I personally think that was a pretty good chapter. Plus it was alot longer. I had to look back in the book to check and recheck. *sigh* This story is going places I never intended. I guess I like how it's going. So plz review! I really wanna know how you like it? I wanna know your opinions, even suggestions on how the story should go! I may use them. I know I'm going to have writer's block some time. I right mini Oli? Oliver: I guess so... Plz dun call me that. *grumble* lol R/R plz!
Though it was only a few hours before they got to Hogwarts it seemed like ages. Arianna and Hermione said nothing to each other. Arianna felt horrible for doubting her friend. But she felt that she should give Draco a chance. The last few hours were spent silent with Ron and Harry making little jokes or trying or start a conversation every now and then. Every now and then friends would drop by and Arianna would get aquatinted with them. As soon as they would leave the compartment would be plunged back in to silence.
Arianna looked out the window. Harry and Ron were talking about the World Cup. "Shhh!" Hermione whispered suddenly as she pointed to the compartment next to them. Ron and Harry quieted down. They strained to hear over the noises of the train on the track. "Father was considering sending me to Durmstrang," a voice said as if he was showing off, "He knows the head master. Well you know his opinion of Dumbledore. He's such a Mudblood-lover," he said with a hint of disgust in his voice. At this Arianna gasped. "Unfortunately Mother didn't like the idea of me going to a school so far away. Father says Durmstrang takes a far more sensible line then Hogwarts about the Dark arts. They actually LEARN about them, not just this defense rubbish they insist on teaching HERE..." the voice continued.
"So he thinks he would have been better off at Durmstrang, does he?" Hermione said angrily. "I wish he HAD gone, then wouldn't have had to put up with him." "He's not all," Arianna stopped in the middle of her sentence. Harry and Ron took a deep breath in as she said the words. Fearing Hermione would blow her top any second now. She thought about what she had just heard. "I-I guess you were right Hermione," She said apologetically and looked down. "You were right as well," Hermione said, "you'd never met him. I guess I would have given him a chance as well if I were you."
Arianna looked up and smiled "Friends?" "Friends," Hermione agreed. Harry and Ron let out a big sigh as the two friends embraced. "Durmstrang's another Wizarding School?" said Harry. "Yes," said Hermione, "and it's got a HORRIBLE reputation. According to 'An Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe', it puts a lot of emphasis on the Dark Arts." "I think I've heard of it," Ron said vaguely. "Where's the school located?" asked Arianna, "Like, what country is it in?' "Well, nobody knows, do they?" Hermione asked with raised eyebrows.
"Er- why is that?" Harry asked. "Well you see, there's traditionally been a lot of rivalry." Hermione started. "Like a feud," Arianna cut in, "between all the magic schools. Durmstrang and Beauxbatons have concealed their locations." "Exactly," Hermione said. "They conceal their whereabouts so nobody can steal their 'secrets'," said Hermione matter-o-factly.
Ron stared to laugh, "Durmstrang has got to be just as big as Hogwarts! How are you supposed to hide a school that bloody big!?" "But Hogwarts 'is' hidden," Hermione said in surprise, "everyone knows THAT." "Eh em," Arianna interrupted, "Not everyone reads about the history of their school." "Well when a muggle looks at the school it just looks like an old ruin with a sign over the entrance reading 'DANGER DO NOT ENTER, UNSAFE'."
"So Durmstrang and Beuxbatons would look like ruins to a muggle as well?"
"Who knows," said Hermione, shrugging, "It could have a Muggle repelling charm on it like at the World Cup."
"Judging by the names I'd guess the Beauxbaton's are from France;" "Oh you're a genius Hermione," Ron said sarcastically. Hermione decided to ignore his remark and kept going. "Or their founder was French and I suspect Durmstrang is somewhere in the far North, somewhere very cold. They've got fur capes as a part of their uniforms," Hermione said thoughtfully.
Ron sighed. "By now I could have pushed Malfoy off a glacier and make it look like an accident... too bad his mother likes him." Arianna looked at him disapprovingly. Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas walked into the compartment. "We heard there was a new girl and we came to meat her," Dean said as he sat down next to Arianna. "I'm Dean and this is Seamus," he said putting a hand out for Arianna to shake. "I'm Arianna," she said as she shook his hand, "Pleased to meat you."
Seamus was wearing his Ireland rosette. The magic seemed to be wearing off, though it still squeaked "Troy! Mullret! Moran!"
About fifteen minuets into the conversation about the world cup Arianna decided to leave for a while. "I'll be right back," she said as she got up to leave. She walked past Neville on her way out and headed down the hall to the bathroom.
She went down the train to see if there was a compartment that was free. She came to the end of the section of the part of the train. She opened the compartment door and stepped in. Amazingly no one was in there. She sat down and started to think about Draco. He seemed nice. Well nice enough in person, or was he just being nice to her? She started to sing to herself.
A figure appeared at the doorway. "What a beautiful voice." he said. "Ahh!" she screamed as she turned to face the figure. The boy walked in and stood over her. "What are you doing here?" she asked cowering in his shadow. "I was just about to ask the same thing," He said with a smirk on his face, "So... what are you doing in my compartment?" and he sat down. she thought to herself.
Arianna giggled. His pants went up to the top of his socks when he sat down. "What?" he asked, "What are you laughing at?" "When's your birthday?" she asked. "Uh why?" he asked. "So I can get you a new pair of pants," Arianna replied. He laughed a deep cheerful laugh. "So what are you doing in my compartment any ways?" he said getting back to his question. "Oh, I was in here to think. I was with some of my friends, Hermione and Harry and Ron." "Ah Harry, a very good Quidditch player." He sighed. "Argh!" Arianna shouted. "What?" He said startled by her brief, one word, outburst. "I'm in here to NOT hear about Quidditch! I keep hearing about it! What is it!?" "You don't know what Quidditch is?" He asked amazed. "Nope no idea," she said matter-o-factly. "Are you a first year? or have muggle parents?" He inquired. "Uh... I'm a fourth year, my parents are muggles and I transferred from Canada." Arianna told him. "Oh, well shall I tell you about the game?" "Judging by the fact that everyone here at this school talks about Quidditch I guess I'm going to find out any ways." she said.
"Well I was the caption of the Gryffindor Quidditch team," he said and smiled as he remembered the last few years when Harry had joined the team. V-I-C-T-O-R-Y all the way! Even without the victories he still loved the game. "Whadda' ya mean was?" Arianna asked, snapping him out of his memories. "I'm 18 now I graduated last year," he said. "Well why are you here?" Arianna asked. "It's a surprise," he said and winked. Arianna giggled. He certainly was charming for a guy that seemed to be obsessed with Quidditch. If only she was eighteen. "Well are you going to tell me about Quidditch or not?" Arianna asked getting back to the conversation, "and would you tell me what in the lords name is a Wronsky Feint ". He laughed yet again, "Of course." He told her all about Quidditch and what a Wronsky Feint was. He really loved the game. He even told her a few stories about the games he had played in, VERY enthusiastically.
"So it's like basketball except in the air and lil balls trying to hit you?" Arianna asked at the end of his explanation and stories. "I guess so... if I even knew what basket ball was..." he replied. She explained about basketball. It was a fairly simple muggle sport compared to Quidditch, but somehow the boy found it confusing. By the end of their conversation they were laughing. She looked out the window and saw a big hill and on top of that hill was a castle and there was a forest on the edges. The sky was starting to darken; it looked as if it was going to rain soon. "Is that Hogwarts?" She gasped. "Yep, good 'ol Hogwarts," he sighed to himself.
"Well I guess I should be going now," Arianna said as she got up to leave, "See you later... uh... uh... what's your name?" "My name's Oliver, Oliver Wood," he said. "Well thanks for telling me about Quidditch and what a Wronsky Feint is," and with that she turned to leave. Oliver pointed his wand. The door locked. Arianna spun around. "Hold on!" Oliver said. Arianna looked scared. He saw the look on her face and he smiled. A warm smile. He laughed again. Arianna thought. She looked even more scared now. He stepped over and gave her a hug. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you," he said softly "I just wanted to know what your name is, it was just a joke." Arianna sighed with relief, "My name is Arianna, Arianna Rutherford." He unlocked the door and she left. She headed to the other end of the train to her compartment with Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"Wow," Neville said enviously as Ron pulled out his miniature figure of Viktor Krum. Then he tipped it into Neville's pudgy hand.
"We saw him right up close," Ron said. "We were in the top box-"
"For the first and last time in your life Weasly"
Malfoy appeared in the doorway with Crabbe and Goyle. Evidently they had heard the conversation through the compartment door. Wich Arianna had left ajar when she left. "Don't remember asking you to join us," Harry said coolly.
"Weasly... what is THAT?" said Malfoy, pointing at a cage. A sleeve of Ron's dress robes was dangling from it. Ron made to stuff the robes out of site, but Malfoy was too quick for him; he seized the sleeve and pulled. "Look at this!" said Malfoy holding Ron's robes and turning around to show them to Crabbe and Goyle. "Weasly you weren't thinking of wearing these were you?" Arianna walked up behind him and snatched the robes as she entered the compartment. "These robes are perfectly fine." she said holding them out, inspecting them. "A little old, I could fix this for you, take the collar off and make the robes a different colour, Ron," she said and handed them to Ron.
"So... going to enter Weasly?" asked Draco. Crabbe and Goyle stood there open mouthed as did Seamus, Dean and the rest of the people in the compartment. Had she just snatched something from Malfoy and contradicted him? And did he just continue without a rude word to lash back at her? "Well? Are you going to answer me or not?" Draco said annoyed. "Enter what?" Arianna asked. "I suppose you're going to enter Potter," Draco said with a smirk on his face. "Either tell us what you're talking about or leave." Hermione said. "You don't know?" Draco said. "What if we don't?" Arianna said getting up. She was eye to eye with him now. Or at least she was looking up at him and he was looking down at her. She stared at him trying to figure out why he hated Hermione and everyone else. Why did everyone hate him. Draco broke the stare, turned around and walked out of the compartment.
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I personally think that was a pretty good chapter. Plus it was alot longer. I had to look back in the book to check and recheck. *sigh* This story is going places I never intended. I guess I like how it's going. So plz review! I really wanna know how you like it? I wanna know your opinions, even suggestions on how the story should go! I may use them. I know I'm going to have writer's block some time. I right mini Oli? Oliver: I guess so... Plz dun call me that. *grumble* lol R/R plz!