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Pansy stared out the window of her compartment, bored out of her mind. Draco, Crabbe and Goyle had gone off somewhere so she, Blaise and Millicent had the compartment to themselves.
"I wonder what it might have been like if we hadn't gotten sorted into Slytherin," Pansy thought out loud. Blaise looked up curiously,
"Maybe Ravenclaw wouldn't have been that bad," she answered, "How long do we have 'til we arrive, Millicent?"
"How the hell should I know?!" Millicent snapped. Blaise stared at Millicent in disbelief,
"What is with you?" she asked incredulously.
"Nothing! I just don't know why you expect me to know when everything is happening, Blaise. I'm not your bloody datebook," Millicent flipped her hair over her shoulder furiously. Blaise looked frantically at Pansy for support. Pansy just leaned back in her seat.
They had better get to Hogwarts soon...
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------- "Adder, Kenneth."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Aiter, Wendy."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Applemott, Jenna."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Atkins, Octavia."
"SLYTHERIN!" Pansy joined her classmates in cheering loudly for their first new house member, a tall girl with sleek hair. She yawned inadvertently, as the Sorting Hat continued with it's tirade.
"Brahma, Henry."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Bunt, Eva."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Cole, Finn."
"Get on it with it, already," Draco muttered under his breath. Pansy ran her fingers over the empty gold plate in front of her. 'Food,' she thought. By now the hat was up to E's.
"Ebbs, Jaqueline."
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Edwards, Persia."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Am I the only one noticing that Gryffindor hasn't gotten one new student so far?" Blaise whispered loudly to her friends. Draco grinned,
"I knew the dirty lot would run out of spawn soon!" he said, rubbing his hands together at the thought of a Gryffindor-free Hogwarts.
"Ernest, Lana."
"GRYFFINDOR!" The cheers were deafening. Apparently the Gryffindors had also noticed their lack of new students and were quite excited to see that this was not a permanent thing.
"Guess you spoke too soon, huh, Draco?" Blaise said, smiling sarcastically.
"Shut up, Blaise," Draco and Pansy said in unison. Blaise raised her eyebrows at the two of them, she was obviously amused.
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"Now that we are done sorting, allow me to send my congratulations to each house for their new students," Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts' headmaster began.
"Shut up you old coot," Draco muttered, sending Blaise and Pansy into a fit of muffled giggles. Dumbledore continued. Apparently he did not hear them or if he did, chose not to acknowledge them,
"I also have the pleasure, this year of presenting our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Ileana Sarris." A young woman wearing green and black robes stood up. Spiky black hair peeked out from beneath a very starched looking hat. She smiled warmly at the Slytherin table. Draco grinned,
"I bet she was a Slytherin when she was at Hogwarts!" he nudged Goyle with his elbow but the stocky boy appeared to be getting ready to eat his empty plate. With another sharp nudge Goyle let out a low grunting laugh although Pansy was sure he had no idea what he was agreeing with. Pansy glanced back at Professor Sarris and saw that the teacher was staring at her...
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"Going to bed already, Pansy?" Millicent inquired from her spot on one of the leather couches in the Slytherin Common Room.
"No, of course not. I'm just getting something from my trunk," Pansy replied hurriedly.
"Oh, alright then," Millicent said, shrugging one shoulder.
Pansy continued up the spiral staircase to her dormitory. The familiar creaking sound of the door filled her with thoughts of home; Hogwarts was her home. She threw herself dramatically on her bed. Before she could even get comfortable though, the door swung open and Blaise walked in carrying a thick book of spells. Pansy recognized it immediately as the spell book that Blaise used to beautify herself every morning.
"Pansy, get off your bed and come over here," she said, indicating a spot on the floor where one could easily lean against Blaise's bedpost.
"No," Pansy said, pulling the curtains around her bed tightly.
"If you don't, I'll have to do something drastic..." Blaise called out in a sing-song voice. Pansy pulled the curtains back, curiously,
"Like what?" she asked anxiously. Blaise smiled deviously,
"Oh, I don't know...but wouldn't it be ever so humiliating for Draco to find out about that dream you had about him last year. How did it go again?" she asked in a mock-forgetful tone. Sighing, Pansy threw her arms up in the air in defeat,
"Fine!" Tripping over her robes as she climbed out of bed, she managed to throw Blaise a semi-menacing look. She plopped down beside her, pulling the book over so it sat in between them. Blaise tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear as she opened the book. Flipping through a few pages, she finally found a page in the middle of the book that was just a mirror.
"Now, look into the mirror. Deeply examine yourself," Blaise instructed. Pansy looked in the mirror halfheartedly,
"I see myself. Done. Great spending time with you, Blaise!" she said, getting up. Blaise yanked her right back down by her elbow,
"Oh, no you don't. Take this seriously!" Pansy raised her eyebrows at Blaise, who simply nodded in response. Pansy stared into the mirror, taking it all in. She saw her hair, which fell in think blonde ringlets to her shoulders. She gazed into her eyes, a deep violet blue which looked almost black to the untrained eye. She pursed her lips together, a vain effort to make them look bigger when in reality her mouth was tiny and round and, when she didn't smile, her lips were thin. Pansy's eyes fell on her worst feature; her nose. The tiny button turned up so much that sometimes she could see the end of her nose without crossing her eyes. Having a cold was murder, because with such a nose, cleaning and maintenance is essential.
"So?" Blaise asked excitedly. Pansy glared,
"Was this supposed to make me feel bad about myself or was that just an added bonus?" she asked, her voice dripping with disdain. Blaise frowned,
"No, no, no! Of course not. It's just this special mirror, it gives you a very clear view of yourself before you try all the spells." Blaise finished with a weak, yet hopeful smile. Pansy's face however didn't change,
"Ugh!" she exclaimed shutting the book with a thud, "I'm going to bed." And she did just that.
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"Double potions with the Gryffindors this morning. That should be great fun." Blaise groaned at her schedule, the next morning at breakfast. Draco scoffed,
"I'd rather kill them off."
"Even funner," Pansy agreed. Everyone at the table laughed. Blaise continued to peruse their schedule,
"We have Defense Against the Dark Arts tomorrow!" she announced excitedly. Draco grinned,
"Great. She at least looks like she knows what she's doing."
"You're only saying that because she was probably a Slytherin and no Slytherin would turn you into a ferret," Blaise said with a sardonic smile. Draco narrowed his eyes,
"If you weren't Pansy's friend I'd hex you," he warned. Pansy brought her hand to her mouth,
"Oh, Draco, I'm flattered," she said in an un-naturally high voice which brought more laughter all around. Millicent looked up,
"Mail's here." And indeed the ordinance of a large flock of owls carrying mail had soared into the Great Hall. As per usual Draco received a large package from a great snowy owl.
"Open it," Millicent urged. Draco ripped open the brown paper covering,
"Chocolate frogs...cauldron pasties...and a letter?!" Draco unfolded this surprise hurriedly, he read it very quickly. A look came over his face that Pansy couldn't quite read. Draco appeared to be singling them all out in his mind. He looked around at his friends,
"Midnight, the common room. If you know what's good for you."
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A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers and if you're reading the story please review! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------
Pansy stared out the window of her compartment, bored out of her mind. Draco, Crabbe and Goyle had gone off somewhere so she, Blaise and Millicent had the compartment to themselves.
"I wonder what it might have been like if we hadn't gotten sorted into Slytherin," Pansy thought out loud. Blaise looked up curiously,
"Maybe Ravenclaw wouldn't have been that bad," she answered, "How long do we have 'til we arrive, Millicent?"
"How the hell should I know?!" Millicent snapped. Blaise stared at Millicent in disbelief,
"What is with you?" she asked incredulously.
"Nothing! I just don't know why you expect me to know when everything is happening, Blaise. I'm not your bloody datebook," Millicent flipped her hair over her shoulder furiously. Blaise looked frantically at Pansy for support. Pansy just leaned back in her seat.
They had better get to Hogwarts soon...
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------- "Adder, Kenneth."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Aiter, Wendy."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Applemott, Jenna."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Atkins, Octavia."
"SLYTHERIN!" Pansy joined her classmates in cheering loudly for their first new house member, a tall girl with sleek hair. She yawned inadvertently, as the Sorting Hat continued with it's tirade.
"Brahma, Henry."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Bunt, Eva."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Cole, Finn."
"Get on it with it, already," Draco muttered under his breath. Pansy ran her fingers over the empty gold plate in front of her. 'Food,' she thought. By now the hat was up to E's.
"Ebbs, Jaqueline."
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Edwards, Persia."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Am I the only one noticing that Gryffindor hasn't gotten one new student so far?" Blaise whispered loudly to her friends. Draco grinned,
"I knew the dirty lot would run out of spawn soon!" he said, rubbing his hands together at the thought of a Gryffindor-free Hogwarts.
"Ernest, Lana."
"GRYFFINDOR!" The cheers were deafening. Apparently the Gryffindors had also noticed their lack of new students and were quite excited to see that this was not a permanent thing.
"Guess you spoke too soon, huh, Draco?" Blaise said, smiling sarcastically.
"Shut up, Blaise," Draco and Pansy said in unison. Blaise raised her eyebrows at the two of them, she was obviously amused.
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"Now that we are done sorting, allow me to send my congratulations to each house for their new students," Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts' headmaster began.
"Shut up you old coot," Draco muttered, sending Blaise and Pansy into a fit of muffled giggles. Dumbledore continued. Apparently he did not hear them or if he did, chose not to acknowledge them,
"I also have the pleasure, this year of presenting our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Ileana Sarris." A young woman wearing green and black robes stood up. Spiky black hair peeked out from beneath a very starched looking hat. She smiled warmly at the Slytherin table. Draco grinned,
"I bet she was a Slytherin when she was at Hogwarts!" he nudged Goyle with his elbow but the stocky boy appeared to be getting ready to eat his empty plate. With another sharp nudge Goyle let out a low grunting laugh although Pansy was sure he had no idea what he was agreeing with. Pansy glanced back at Professor Sarris and saw that the teacher was staring at her...
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"Going to bed already, Pansy?" Millicent inquired from her spot on one of the leather couches in the Slytherin Common Room.
"No, of course not. I'm just getting something from my trunk," Pansy replied hurriedly.
"Oh, alright then," Millicent said, shrugging one shoulder.
Pansy continued up the spiral staircase to her dormitory. The familiar creaking sound of the door filled her with thoughts of home; Hogwarts was her home. She threw herself dramatically on her bed. Before she could even get comfortable though, the door swung open and Blaise walked in carrying a thick book of spells. Pansy recognized it immediately as the spell book that Blaise used to beautify herself every morning.
"Pansy, get off your bed and come over here," she said, indicating a spot on the floor where one could easily lean against Blaise's bedpost.
"No," Pansy said, pulling the curtains around her bed tightly.
"If you don't, I'll have to do something drastic..." Blaise called out in a sing-song voice. Pansy pulled the curtains back, curiously,
"Like what?" she asked anxiously. Blaise smiled deviously,
"Oh, I don't know...but wouldn't it be ever so humiliating for Draco to find out about that dream you had about him last year. How did it go again?" she asked in a mock-forgetful tone. Sighing, Pansy threw her arms up in the air in defeat,
"Fine!" Tripping over her robes as she climbed out of bed, she managed to throw Blaise a semi-menacing look. She plopped down beside her, pulling the book over so it sat in between them. Blaise tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear as she opened the book. Flipping through a few pages, she finally found a page in the middle of the book that was just a mirror.
"Now, look into the mirror. Deeply examine yourself," Blaise instructed. Pansy looked in the mirror halfheartedly,
"I see myself. Done. Great spending time with you, Blaise!" she said, getting up. Blaise yanked her right back down by her elbow,
"Oh, no you don't. Take this seriously!" Pansy raised her eyebrows at Blaise, who simply nodded in response. Pansy stared into the mirror, taking it all in. She saw her hair, which fell in think blonde ringlets to her shoulders. She gazed into her eyes, a deep violet blue which looked almost black to the untrained eye. She pursed her lips together, a vain effort to make them look bigger when in reality her mouth was tiny and round and, when she didn't smile, her lips were thin. Pansy's eyes fell on her worst feature; her nose. The tiny button turned up so much that sometimes she could see the end of her nose without crossing her eyes. Having a cold was murder, because with such a nose, cleaning and maintenance is essential.
"So?" Blaise asked excitedly. Pansy glared,
"Was this supposed to make me feel bad about myself or was that just an added bonus?" she asked, her voice dripping with disdain. Blaise frowned,
"No, no, no! Of course not. It's just this special mirror, it gives you a very clear view of yourself before you try all the spells." Blaise finished with a weak, yet hopeful smile. Pansy's face however didn't change,
"Ugh!" she exclaimed shutting the book with a thud, "I'm going to bed." And she did just that.
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"Double potions with the Gryffindors this morning. That should be great fun." Blaise groaned at her schedule, the next morning at breakfast. Draco scoffed,
"I'd rather kill them off."
"Even funner," Pansy agreed. Everyone at the table laughed. Blaise continued to peruse their schedule,
"We have Defense Against the Dark Arts tomorrow!" she announced excitedly. Draco grinned,
"Great. She at least looks like she knows what she's doing."
"You're only saying that because she was probably a Slytherin and no Slytherin would turn you into a ferret," Blaise said with a sardonic smile. Draco narrowed his eyes,
"If you weren't Pansy's friend I'd hex you," he warned. Pansy brought her hand to her mouth,
"Oh, Draco, I'm flattered," she said in an un-naturally high voice which brought more laughter all around. Millicent looked up,
"Mail's here." And indeed the ordinance of a large flock of owls carrying mail had soared into the Great Hall. As per usual Draco received a large package from a great snowy owl.
"Open it," Millicent urged. Draco ripped open the brown paper covering,
"Chocolate frogs...cauldron pasties...and a letter?!" Draco unfolded this surprise hurriedly, he read it very quickly. A look came over his face that Pansy couldn't quite read. Draco appeared to be singling them all out in his mind. He looked around at his friends,
"Midnight, the common room. If you know what's good for you."
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