Summers for the Anderson family were always spent in France. Fallon's paternal grandmother had been a Frenchwoman, and she had left her eldest son, Fallon's father, a townhouse in Paris in her final will and testament. Grand-mère Blanche had died when Fallon was two, but the house remained, and every summer, they would go there.
Thankfully for both Fallon and Cassius, the Warringtons spent their summers in Italy. Portia had been a Zabini, a member of a prominent Italian wizarding family, and so, the two bickering youngsters spent their summers away from each other, and there was no carnage.
Well, apart from the Howlers that they'd sent to each other at the beginning of the summer, after which neither of them were allowed to contact each other in any way, shape or form for the rest of vacation.
In France, Fallon met another vacationing young girl, a year younger than herself, named Ravyn De Borgia. Ravyn was going to start at Hogwarts that year, and the two girls spent many a happy hour discussing what subjects each liked the best, etc. Ravyn was looking forward greatly to Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Fallon spent some time going over what she'd learnt in that class her first year.
It was also nice to receive owls from her friends. Some of them, like her, were vacationing at various spots on the continent, while others were in England still. In any case, Fallon enjoyed receiving, reading and responding to their correspondence. It was good to know that when she went back to school, she'd be going back to a group of friends.
Soon, it was time for her return to England, and the trip to Diagon Alley to get her school supplies for that year. And... for the altercations with Cassius Warrington to resume. It was too much to hope that he got nicer over the summer, since all the summers that she'd known him, he had only gotten progressively more annoying.
* * *
Thankfully, that summer, she managed to avoid putting up with him (the git grew another two inches! This was UNFAIR!) for too long, excusing herself from her mother when Morrigun, Kate, and the rest of her friends turned up. As soon as Meiya Anderson had given Fallon permission and money to go purchase her school supplies with the other girls, Fallon have given Cassius an airy wave and a parting shot of, "Try not to miss me too much, Cassius!"
"MISS you? Why should I miss YOU?!" Warrington had yelled back, but she was already gone, amid a gaggle of giggly girls. Scowling, Cassius Warrington went off as well to find Montague and Pucey, who were meeting him at the Quidditch store, where there was a beautiful display of the latest broomstick, a Nimbus 2000.
No bloodshed or conflict occurred until late in the afternoon, when Fallon, after saying goodbye to her friends, had stopped at Florean Fortescue's for a strawberry ice cream with chocolate sauce. She'd made the mistake of taking her eyes off it for a second, and then, when she took another bite of it, spat it out, revolted. Someone had poured soy sauce all over the ice cream! She'd looked up, and of course, there was Cassius Warrington standing across from her, laughing.
He ended up with strawberry ice cream on his shirtfront.
* * *
That year, five boys got sorted into Slytherin: Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Draco Malfoy, Tarquinus Nott and Blaise Zabini. Millicent Bulstrode, Ravyn De Borgia, Ai Easterling, Xanne Malloy, Pansy Parkinson and Jeannie Taylor also got sorted into Slytherin. However, probably the most famous incoming student of the year, Harry Potter, was sorted into Gryffindor.
Ravyn, who already knew Fallon, and Xanne, who already knew Calypso, joined the group of girls immediately. Ai and Jeannie, after a few moments of hesitation and an encouraging smile from Fallon and Morrigun, joined as well. Millicent seemed wholly unconcerned with anything but her food. Pansy, on the other hand, sniffed haughtily, and turned her entire attention onto the blonde boy Draco Malfoy. Ravyn gave her a dirty look.
"Who does she think she is, anyway? And sucking up to a boy in such a manner as that... HONESTLY!" Ravyn glared at the dirty-blonde girl, and turned back to Fallon with a sly grin.
"Not that I can blame her one bit," she whispered slyly, "He's got really nice eyes, don't you think?"
Fallon shrugged indifferently, "I guess so."
Ravyn gave her a conspiratorial look, "So, which boy here do YOU fancy?"
Before Fallon could say that she did not fancy ANY of them, Akasha, sitting across from Ravyn, piped up, "Him!" The third-year girl grinned gleefully, and pointed a finger at Cassius Warrington, sitting several seats away in between Alexander Montague and Marcus Flint.
"I do NOT!" Fallon screeched indignantly, "He's the world's biggest GIT!"
The entire group of girls laughed, and Cassius Warrington turned around to smirk at Fallon, "So you fancy me, eh, pipsqueak? Too bad you're just a skinny little twit. Try fancying someone else."
"I am NOT! And I DON'T fancy you! ICK!" Fallon glared at him, her fist clutched around her fork as if it were a weapon. She was NOT a skinny little twit! And she did NOT fancy... THAT! What an utterly HORRID idea!
Kate turned to the confused-looking Ravyn, Xanne, Ai and Jeannie with a wry smile, "Our Fallon's rather easily riled up where Warrington is concerned, she says she hates him."
"Ooh..." Ravyn nodded sagely, and smiled at her friend. Fallon was still glowering, though she was now looking at the chicken leg in her plate.
"I DO hate him," she muttered, "He's an absolute GIT!"
It seemed like this year would not be much different from the last.
* * *
The next evening, the girls, as usual, sat together in a group in one area of the Slytherin Common Room. The new first-years had lots to say about Potions class with the Gryffindors.
"Snape quizzed Harry Potter in class today!" was the first thing that Fallon heard from Ravyn, during dinner.
"Oh? And?" Fallon was curious. SHE had been quizzed last year. Was the Boy-Who-Lived any good at an easy class like potions?
"He didn't know any of the answers," Ravyn said dismissively. "Draco, on the other hand, did an excellent job with the potion that he had to brew." Ravyn flashed a brilliant smile at that boy, who was sitting a few seats away with Crabbe and Goyle. He gave her a brief smile and nod before turning back to his meal. Pansy Parkinson glared at Ravyn, and the latter blithely ignored the pug-faced girl.
"Oh, give Harry Potter a break, Ravyn," Xanne spoke up from Fallon's other side, "The questions were rather unexpected. I'll bet MOST people wouldn't have known."
"What were they?" Kate, sitting across from Fallon, asked in a curious voice.
"Something about asphodel and wormwood... mixed together or something," Ai said indifferently.
"The Draught of Living Death?" Fallon mused aloud.
"Yes, that's it, how'd you know?" Jeannie asked curiously.
"She has no life and spends half her day with her head stuck in a cauldron," Cassius Warrington, who seemed to have caught the tail end of this conversation, answered.
"SOD OFF, WARRINGTON!" Fallon shouted, flinging an orange slice at his head. It hit him on the cheek, and had Professor McGonagall not glared at them in the "one-more-move-and-it's-ten-points-from-Slytherin" way, there would likely have been a food fight.
Akasha turned to Morrigun, who was seated next to her, and whispered, "For someone who hates a bloke, she certainly cares a great deal about everything he says."
* * *
The year continued with certain things remaining the same way that they'd been before. In other words, the girls were still fast friends, Fallon and Warrington still quarreled every evening, and Professor Snape still tended to favor his own house. However, there were some other occurrences that were rather odd. First of all, Potter, the Gryffindor Golden Boy, was somehow allowed to participate as the Gryffindor Seeker despite being a First-Year student, and even given a Nimbus 2000. Fallon personally thought that this was an unfair break for the boy. Boy-Who-Lived or no, he should not have any special privileges around the school, but obviously the McGonagall bint thought differently.
The first Quidditch game of Slytherin against Gryffindor was a very strange and eventful one. The Slytherin Quidditch team was performing up to its usual standard, and Potter, in the middle of flying, nearly fell from his broomstick. Fallon rolled her eyes. WHY again was he on the team?
But.... in the end, through some freakish accident in which Professor Snape caught fire, Professor Quirrell got knocked practically off the stands, and Potter clambering back onto his broom... Gryffindor won. Potter nearly swallowed the snitch.
* * *
The rest of the year passed somewhat more excitingly than last year. The Slytherin students, bent on gaining back the points that Gryffindor had won through its Quidditch wins, buckled down and earned extra points in classes whenever possible. For a time being, Fallon and Cassius even set aside their bickering... to a degree.
Well, now, it was more of a competition of who could score more points for Slytherin house. One day, Fallon would float back to the Slytherin Common Room after having gained 30 points for making a perfect and complicated potion. The next, Cassius would swagger in having earned the same in Charms. There were less lengthy quarrels in the evening, seeing as to how they busied themselves trying to beat each other in earning points instead.
Of course, there were still snarky comments and glares every time they took a break from trying to best each other.
And of course Akasha STILL thought that it was all a cover-up for some absurd sort of attraction.
And of course, both the parties in questions thought that Akasha was either being deliberately crazy, or had some sort of very strange wishful thinking.
* * *
End Chapter 3
* * *
Woo-hoo! Think that's enough of this for today? ~.^
Thankfully for both Fallon and Cassius, the Warringtons spent their summers in Italy. Portia had been a Zabini, a member of a prominent Italian wizarding family, and so, the two bickering youngsters spent their summers away from each other, and there was no carnage.
Well, apart from the Howlers that they'd sent to each other at the beginning of the summer, after which neither of them were allowed to contact each other in any way, shape or form for the rest of vacation.
In France, Fallon met another vacationing young girl, a year younger than herself, named Ravyn De Borgia. Ravyn was going to start at Hogwarts that year, and the two girls spent many a happy hour discussing what subjects each liked the best, etc. Ravyn was looking forward greatly to Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Fallon spent some time going over what she'd learnt in that class her first year.
It was also nice to receive owls from her friends. Some of them, like her, were vacationing at various spots on the continent, while others were in England still. In any case, Fallon enjoyed receiving, reading and responding to their correspondence. It was good to know that when she went back to school, she'd be going back to a group of friends.
Soon, it was time for her return to England, and the trip to Diagon Alley to get her school supplies for that year. And... for the altercations with Cassius Warrington to resume. It was too much to hope that he got nicer over the summer, since all the summers that she'd known him, he had only gotten progressively more annoying.
* * *
Thankfully, that summer, she managed to avoid putting up with him (the git grew another two inches! This was UNFAIR!) for too long, excusing herself from her mother when Morrigun, Kate, and the rest of her friends turned up. As soon as Meiya Anderson had given Fallon permission and money to go purchase her school supplies with the other girls, Fallon have given Cassius an airy wave and a parting shot of, "Try not to miss me too much, Cassius!"
"MISS you? Why should I miss YOU?!" Warrington had yelled back, but she was already gone, amid a gaggle of giggly girls. Scowling, Cassius Warrington went off as well to find Montague and Pucey, who were meeting him at the Quidditch store, where there was a beautiful display of the latest broomstick, a Nimbus 2000.
No bloodshed or conflict occurred until late in the afternoon, when Fallon, after saying goodbye to her friends, had stopped at Florean Fortescue's for a strawberry ice cream with chocolate sauce. She'd made the mistake of taking her eyes off it for a second, and then, when she took another bite of it, spat it out, revolted. Someone had poured soy sauce all over the ice cream! She'd looked up, and of course, there was Cassius Warrington standing across from her, laughing.
He ended up with strawberry ice cream on his shirtfront.
* * *
That year, five boys got sorted into Slytherin: Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Draco Malfoy, Tarquinus Nott and Blaise Zabini. Millicent Bulstrode, Ravyn De Borgia, Ai Easterling, Xanne Malloy, Pansy Parkinson and Jeannie Taylor also got sorted into Slytherin. However, probably the most famous incoming student of the year, Harry Potter, was sorted into Gryffindor.
Ravyn, who already knew Fallon, and Xanne, who already knew Calypso, joined the group of girls immediately. Ai and Jeannie, after a few moments of hesitation and an encouraging smile from Fallon and Morrigun, joined as well. Millicent seemed wholly unconcerned with anything but her food. Pansy, on the other hand, sniffed haughtily, and turned her entire attention onto the blonde boy Draco Malfoy. Ravyn gave her a dirty look.
"Who does she think she is, anyway? And sucking up to a boy in such a manner as that... HONESTLY!" Ravyn glared at the dirty-blonde girl, and turned back to Fallon with a sly grin.
"Not that I can blame her one bit," she whispered slyly, "He's got really nice eyes, don't you think?"
Fallon shrugged indifferently, "I guess so."
Ravyn gave her a conspiratorial look, "So, which boy here do YOU fancy?"
Before Fallon could say that she did not fancy ANY of them, Akasha, sitting across from Ravyn, piped up, "Him!" The third-year girl grinned gleefully, and pointed a finger at Cassius Warrington, sitting several seats away in between Alexander Montague and Marcus Flint.
"I do NOT!" Fallon screeched indignantly, "He's the world's biggest GIT!"
The entire group of girls laughed, and Cassius Warrington turned around to smirk at Fallon, "So you fancy me, eh, pipsqueak? Too bad you're just a skinny little twit. Try fancying someone else."
"I am NOT! And I DON'T fancy you! ICK!" Fallon glared at him, her fist clutched around her fork as if it were a weapon. She was NOT a skinny little twit! And she did NOT fancy... THAT! What an utterly HORRID idea!
Kate turned to the confused-looking Ravyn, Xanne, Ai and Jeannie with a wry smile, "Our Fallon's rather easily riled up where Warrington is concerned, she says she hates him."
"Ooh..." Ravyn nodded sagely, and smiled at her friend. Fallon was still glowering, though she was now looking at the chicken leg in her plate.
"I DO hate him," she muttered, "He's an absolute GIT!"
It seemed like this year would not be much different from the last.
* * *
The next evening, the girls, as usual, sat together in a group in one area of the Slytherin Common Room. The new first-years had lots to say about Potions class with the Gryffindors.
"Snape quizzed Harry Potter in class today!" was the first thing that Fallon heard from Ravyn, during dinner.
"Oh? And?" Fallon was curious. SHE had been quizzed last year. Was the Boy-Who-Lived any good at an easy class like potions?
"He didn't know any of the answers," Ravyn said dismissively. "Draco, on the other hand, did an excellent job with the potion that he had to brew." Ravyn flashed a brilliant smile at that boy, who was sitting a few seats away with Crabbe and Goyle. He gave her a brief smile and nod before turning back to his meal. Pansy Parkinson glared at Ravyn, and the latter blithely ignored the pug-faced girl.
"Oh, give Harry Potter a break, Ravyn," Xanne spoke up from Fallon's other side, "The questions were rather unexpected. I'll bet MOST people wouldn't have known."
"What were they?" Kate, sitting across from Fallon, asked in a curious voice.
"Something about asphodel and wormwood... mixed together or something," Ai said indifferently.
"The Draught of Living Death?" Fallon mused aloud.
"Yes, that's it, how'd you know?" Jeannie asked curiously.
"She has no life and spends half her day with her head stuck in a cauldron," Cassius Warrington, who seemed to have caught the tail end of this conversation, answered.
"SOD OFF, WARRINGTON!" Fallon shouted, flinging an orange slice at his head. It hit him on the cheek, and had Professor McGonagall not glared at them in the "one-more-move-and-it's-ten-points-from-Slytherin" way, there would likely have been a food fight.
Akasha turned to Morrigun, who was seated next to her, and whispered, "For someone who hates a bloke, she certainly cares a great deal about everything he says."
* * *
The year continued with certain things remaining the same way that they'd been before. In other words, the girls were still fast friends, Fallon and Warrington still quarreled every evening, and Professor Snape still tended to favor his own house. However, there were some other occurrences that were rather odd. First of all, Potter, the Gryffindor Golden Boy, was somehow allowed to participate as the Gryffindor Seeker despite being a First-Year student, and even given a Nimbus 2000. Fallon personally thought that this was an unfair break for the boy. Boy-Who-Lived or no, he should not have any special privileges around the school, but obviously the McGonagall bint thought differently.
The first Quidditch game of Slytherin against Gryffindor was a very strange and eventful one. The Slytherin Quidditch team was performing up to its usual standard, and Potter, in the middle of flying, nearly fell from his broomstick. Fallon rolled her eyes. WHY again was he on the team?
But.... in the end, through some freakish accident in which Professor Snape caught fire, Professor Quirrell got knocked practically off the stands, and Potter clambering back onto his broom... Gryffindor won. Potter nearly swallowed the snitch.
* * *
The rest of the year passed somewhat more excitingly than last year. The Slytherin students, bent on gaining back the points that Gryffindor had won through its Quidditch wins, buckled down and earned extra points in classes whenever possible. For a time being, Fallon and Cassius even set aside their bickering... to a degree.
Well, now, it was more of a competition of who could score more points for Slytherin house. One day, Fallon would float back to the Slytherin Common Room after having gained 30 points for making a perfect and complicated potion. The next, Cassius would swagger in having earned the same in Charms. There were less lengthy quarrels in the evening, seeing as to how they busied themselves trying to beat each other in earning points instead.
Of course, there were still snarky comments and glares every time they took a break from trying to best each other.
And of course Akasha STILL thought that it was all a cover-up for some absurd sort of attraction.
And of course, both the parties in questions thought that Akasha was either being deliberately crazy, or had some sort of very strange wishful thinking.
* * *
End Chapter 3
* * *
Woo-hoo! Think that's enough of this for today? ~.^