Once again, Harry was watching a sorting ceremony. He, Hermione, and Ron
had gotten together on the train and where still catching up on their
summers. Harry glanced down the table at his in-house enemy. Sandra Maharet
Callinger, of the pureblood Callingers, famous aurors for the MOM. Well at
least they had been, until Voldemort forced Sandra's parents into his army
with the Imperious curse. Sandra had been in hiding ever since. "Harry are
you listening to me?" "Wh-what? Sorry I guess I was daydreaming." He
glanced back towards Sandra to find her aqua eyes looking back.
"I was asking you," Hermione paused to roll her eyes, "if you had heard
about Dumbledore letting Sandra stay here over the summer." Harry's eyes
flashed back to the slender girl, with her long flowing black hair, and all
of her spiked bracelets and chokers. "Why did he do that?" Ron was just as
curious as Harry. "Well you know that she is the second best student in
Gryffindor," she sniffed, "and her parents are now serving the Dark Lord.
Supposedly she's hiding here from him." Just then, Harry noticed the
person in question walking their way. "You know, if you are going to talk
about me I would like for you to do it with me." She rolled her eyes.
"Sandra, how did you know that we were," Sandra cut her off. "Well in that
you just told me, I kind of figured since Potter here kept looking at me."
She said thrusting her thumb at him. The fact was that he was looking at
her. In fact, he couldn't pull his eyes away. "Problem Potter?" she asked
bitterly. "Actually, I don't appreciate you being over here so if you would
leave and stay away from me I would gladly stop looking at you, you freak."
He retorted. She smirked an evil Malfoy smirk, almost identical. He was
obviously referring to the way she looked. "You should talk." She said,
poking him hard where his scar was located. Hermione gave Ron a glance that
meant stop. Sandra and Harry were exchanging deadly glares. "Alright look,
if the two of you will stop fighting you may be able to become friends."
The two broke the stare and started laughing uncontrollably. "You think
that freak and me will ever become friends?" Harry laughed. They were
rolling on the floor together crying tears of laughter. They stopped when
they realized they what was happening. Hermione and Ron smiled and nodded.
"I should, uh, go back to my uh seat. Talk to you later Hermione. We'll
compare schedules." "Bye Sandra." She and Harry exchanged a quick glance
before she moved back to her seat. Hermione and Ron were thinking the exact
same thing; it was going to be an interesting term.
Back in the common room, Hermione and Sandra were isolated in a corner comparing schedules. They had every class together, with the exception of extra classes they took on the side. "When it comes to those two, they never have time for anything else but work. That is all they do. They always spend their free time in the library." Harry; once again was not listening to Ron complain. "Hello! Earth to Harry Potter." Ron said, waving his hand in front of Harry's face. Harry snapped out of his daydream. "What?" "Do you like Sandra?" "Sandra who?" "You bloody idiot! Sandra Callinger." Harry looked at his friend as if he was crazy. "What are you mental? How can you like someone like that?" He shuddered in disgust. Ron rolled his eyes. "I think she's pretty." Ron going into his own trance as he watched her laugh and run the quill feather over her cheek. It was now Harry's turn to roll his eyes. He smacked his friend in the back of the head. "Oh sorry Harry." Ron blushed.
Back in the common room, Hermione and Sandra were isolated in a corner comparing schedules. They had every class together, with the exception of extra classes they took on the side. "When it comes to those two, they never have time for anything else but work. That is all they do. They always spend their free time in the library." Harry; once again was not listening to Ron complain. "Hello! Earth to Harry Potter." Ron said, waving his hand in front of Harry's face. Harry snapped out of his daydream. "What?" "Do you like Sandra?" "Sandra who?" "You bloody idiot! Sandra Callinger." Harry looked at his friend as if he was crazy. "What are you mental? How can you like someone like that?" He shuddered in disgust. Ron rolled his eyes. "I think she's pretty." Ron going into his own trance as he watched her laugh and run the quill feather over her cheek. It was now Harry's turn to roll his eyes. He smacked his friend in the back of the head. "Oh sorry Harry." Ron blushed.
