Chapter 6
"Cool." Ron finally said. "So, are you going to go to class with us?" Azia nodded sleepily. She was getting tired of all these questions. "How exactly will that work, if you haven't any magic?" Azia shrugged. "Well, talkative, aren't you?" Azia smiled.
"It's been a long day. I kind of feel overwhelmed. And completely exhausted. This is a lot to take in, in just a couple of hours." She tilted her head backwards to look at the ceiling. It was a beautiful starry night, with a crescent moon, and that made her want to sleep even more. She had just closed her eyes when it struck her that that was the ceiling. She gasped and fell out of her seat. "Whoa. Um, Harry, I think you're ceiling's missing!" All the Gryffindors sitting by them (who happened to be hanging on Azia's every word) started laughing hysterically.
Hermione was eager to share her knowledge (as always) "It's enchanted, to look like the sky. It's all in Hogwarts, A History."
"Sounds interesting." Harry and Ron both put their faces in their hands as Azia said that.
"Now you've gone and done it."Ron mumbled.
"Oh, it's very interesting. I could lend it to you, if you'd like."
"Yeah, I'd like to look at it." Harry and Ron looked at her like she was an escaped loony.
Suddenly, all the food disappeared. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Azia got up to go to the Gryffindor tower.
"Oh, could you hold on a second? Thanks." Azia ran, dodging through the other students, up to the staff table. "Professor Dumbledore, should I just sleep in the Gryffindor girls dormitory?"
"Yes, Azia, I think that would be alright. I shall have some house elves set up an extra bed for you at once."
"Thanks!" With that, she ran off to join the Gryffindor trio. When she was about halfway there, she got stopped by a tall, pale boy with gray eyes and white-blond hair. She resisted the urge to smile; Draco Malfoy had always been her favorite character, but she figured he wasn't here to make friends with her.
"Alright there, Muggle?" Malfoy said with a sneer. "I'm Malfoy. And I'm going to make you life a living -"
"What are you doing, Malfoy?" Said Harry, walking towards them, followed closely by Ron and Hermione.
"Just warmly welcoming the Muggle to Hogwarts, Potter." He sneered (again) at Azia and walked off, followed by Crabbe and Goyle, who had been trying to figure out where their pudding had gone.
Harry could see the hurt look on her face, although he didn't know exactly why it had such an impact on her. "Don't mind him, Azia."
"Yeah, he thinks everyone who isn't a pure-blooded wizard is scum." Hermione put in. Azia remembered (without much difficulty) that Draco frequently called Hermione a 'mudblood'. She, however, wasn't supposed to know that.
"Pure-blood?"
"Malfoy thinks everyone who isn't a pure-blood, someone with an all magical lineage, isn't worthy to live."
"I wish you would call him Draco. His last name is Malfoy." Azia felt that a person should always stick up for their favorite character, even if he is an evil, biased, discriminating idiot.
Harry was looking at her. He had overheard the conversation; Draco Malfoy had only introduced himself as Malfoy. Azia realized her mistake.
"How did you know that?" Harry asked suspiciously. "I didn't know he mentioned his first name."
"Well, I-" Azia was thinking very quickly. "I saw that on his robes, 'Draco Malfoy' was engraved. I just figured that was his name, and when he introduced himself as Malfoy-"
"Oh, ok then. You scared us." Hermione said with a relieved smile.
Azia smiled back as they started off to Gryffindor tower.
"Cool." Ron finally said. "So, are you going to go to class with us?" Azia nodded sleepily. She was getting tired of all these questions. "How exactly will that work, if you haven't any magic?" Azia shrugged. "Well, talkative, aren't you?" Azia smiled.
"It's been a long day. I kind of feel overwhelmed. And completely exhausted. This is a lot to take in, in just a couple of hours." She tilted her head backwards to look at the ceiling. It was a beautiful starry night, with a crescent moon, and that made her want to sleep even more. She had just closed her eyes when it struck her that that was the ceiling. She gasped and fell out of her seat. "Whoa. Um, Harry, I think you're ceiling's missing!" All the Gryffindors sitting by them (who happened to be hanging on Azia's every word) started laughing hysterically.
Hermione was eager to share her knowledge (as always) "It's enchanted, to look like the sky. It's all in Hogwarts, A History."
"Sounds interesting." Harry and Ron both put their faces in their hands as Azia said that.
"Now you've gone and done it."Ron mumbled.
"Oh, it's very interesting. I could lend it to you, if you'd like."
"Yeah, I'd like to look at it." Harry and Ron looked at her like she was an escaped loony.
Suddenly, all the food disappeared. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Azia got up to go to the Gryffindor tower.
"Oh, could you hold on a second? Thanks." Azia ran, dodging through the other students, up to the staff table. "Professor Dumbledore, should I just sleep in the Gryffindor girls dormitory?"
"Yes, Azia, I think that would be alright. I shall have some house elves set up an extra bed for you at once."
"Thanks!" With that, she ran off to join the Gryffindor trio. When she was about halfway there, she got stopped by a tall, pale boy with gray eyes and white-blond hair. She resisted the urge to smile; Draco Malfoy had always been her favorite character, but she figured he wasn't here to make friends with her.
"Alright there, Muggle?" Malfoy said with a sneer. "I'm Malfoy. And I'm going to make you life a living -"
"What are you doing, Malfoy?" Said Harry, walking towards them, followed closely by Ron and Hermione.
"Just warmly welcoming the Muggle to Hogwarts, Potter." He sneered (again) at Azia and walked off, followed by Crabbe and Goyle, who had been trying to figure out where their pudding had gone.
Harry could see the hurt look on her face, although he didn't know exactly why it had such an impact on her. "Don't mind him, Azia."
"Yeah, he thinks everyone who isn't a pure-blooded wizard is scum." Hermione put in. Azia remembered (without much difficulty) that Draco frequently called Hermione a 'mudblood'. She, however, wasn't supposed to know that.
"Pure-blood?"
"Malfoy thinks everyone who isn't a pure-blood, someone with an all magical lineage, isn't worthy to live."
"I wish you would call him Draco. His last name is Malfoy." Azia felt that a person should always stick up for their favorite character, even if he is an evil, biased, discriminating idiot.
Harry was looking at her. He had overheard the conversation; Draco Malfoy had only introduced himself as Malfoy. Azia realized her mistake.
"How did you know that?" Harry asked suspiciously. "I didn't know he mentioned his first name."
"Well, I-" Azia was thinking very quickly. "I saw that on his robes, 'Draco Malfoy' was engraved. I just figured that was his name, and when he introduced himself as Malfoy-"
"Oh, ok then. You scared us." Hermione said with a relieved smile.
Azia smiled back as they started off to Gryffindor tower.