By the end of her second year, Fallon had concluded that the Gryffindors got too many lucky breaks.
Sure, Harry Potter and friends lost 150 points breaking a hundred school rules and roaming about at nighttime in the Astronomy Tower. But of course, because of some more rule-breaking and roaming even after all those lost points, Potter managed to defeat Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who had been possessed by Voldemort, and earned back all those points. Gryffindor won the House Cup, more or less, because of the Headmaster's favoritism.
Fallon rolled her eyes and muttered to Ravyn, who was sitting next to her, "And they say Snape is bad..."
Ravyn nodded emphatically and turned to fix her sympathetic, "Gryffindors-Are-Gits-And-I-Know-How-You-Feel" green eyes upon the pouting Draco Malfoy.
* * *
The summer after her second year had been quite good to Fallon. Finally, she had started growing taller, and her face started looking less childlike and more defined. She stopped wearing her long, dark hair in two plaits, opting instead to clip it back at the nape of her neck. Meiya Anderson, at the various summer soirees that they had, would look at her daughter, impeccable in dress robes of light, airy lawn or linen, and give a half-smile, half-sigh. Fallon would be a beautiful woman someday... if only she could act more ladylike at times! Sure, being a strong and independent spirit was very well and good: Meiya had personally seen to it that Fallon started learning Martial Arts at age seven to ensure she remained strong, disciplined, limber and graceful all her life. But... the girl could be so feisty!
Fallon, at the moment, neither knew nor cared about her mother's musings. They were once again in Diagon Alley, and despite the fact that she had grown two inches over the summer, Warrington was STILL three inches taller than her! He was also unbearably cocky: his friend Alexander Montague and himself had both made it onto the Slytherin reserve team, and from what he had heard, there would be a new Seeker that year... one who had provided the entire team with the best brooms available on the market.
Fallon was heartily glad for the team, but decided that she would NOT congratulate the GIT in any way, shape or form.
Something else that was new this year for her was the fact that, as a Third-Year, she would now be allowed to go to Hogsmeade. Excellent! Now, there would be joke candies to be bought and slipped into Warrington's food on a regular basis!
Soon enough, she met with the rest of the girls, all studiously avoiding the grinning Gilderoy Lockhart signing books at the front, in Flourish and Blotts. Morrigun, who was quickly blossoming into lovely young-womanhood, was reading a book on the History of Magic, in French, and the rest were looking around for their schoolbooks. Kate was starting Divination that year, and after she had found her books for her elective, she had met up with Fallon and Kevin Bole, who were both starting Arithmancy. She immediately started having a conversation with Kevin about the wizarding statutes against Giants, and the two walked off, still talking rapidly. Fallon listlessly rifled through the shelves, and was about to go to the counter with her purchases when a very-excited Ravyn De Borgia swept into the store, her green eyes glittering.
"I just got news!" was the first breathless thing that came out of her mouth, "I'm sure that you've ALL heard by now that the Slytherin Quidditch Team is going to get a shipment of seven Nimbus 2001 broomsticks. Well, it's all the doing of Draco's father. AND... he's going to be their new Seeker this year! Higgs left, and now he's in." Ravyn grinned happily at the other girls, whose looks ranged from mild surprise to blank indifference to shock.
"Where'd you get the news?" Fallon asked the younger girl curiously. Ravyn's smile widened.
"I just met up with Draco outside Gringotts, and he told me himself!" Ravyn paused for a moment to gloat, "He did NOT tell the snifty little Parkinson brat. Oh, and sorry for being late, but I was detained."
The girls all smiled wryly amongst themselves, and Fallon went to pay for her purchases.
* * *
Before it had been a month into the term, it was quite apparent that things would be rather different this year.
For one thing, the Slytherins were quickly able to deduce that Gilderoy Lockhart, their ostentatious new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, was entirely useless. Most Slytherin students, therefore, spent the time in that class the same way that they might spend in History of Magic.
In short, they would make caricatures of things talked of in class, with prizes for the most cunningly and wittily depicted one. Morrigun usually won.
Also, students here and there were becoming Petrified. There was something vague but menacing going around the school, attacking students of impure blood. Most of the school was scared witless: It had to be one of two possible culprits...
Either Harry Potter, because the Boy Who Lived seemed to be a Parseltongue...
Or it was a conspiracy of the Slytherin students.
Both ideas were ridiculous, needless to say. Potter couldn't have been the Heir of Slytherin; if he was, he would never have made friends with that prissy Muggleborn Gryffindor witch.
As for a conspiracy of the Slytherin students... not bloody likely! Fallon couldn't say for the less highly-evolved specimens of their species... a certain Crabbe and Goyle came to mind... but SHE, and all her friends for that matter, had better things to do with their time than such inane things as petrifying students of other houses.
Although, in the whole mess, being Slytherin and (therefore) pure-blooded seemed to be beneficial. None of the students attacked by whatever it was... had been a member of their house.
There were times that Fallon reflected, half-regretfully, that Cassius Warrington did not get frozen. He was STILL too annoying for words.
This would all change sooner than she would have thought.
* * *
End Chapter 4
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w00t! And another one! Onto 5, my darlings!
Sure, Harry Potter and friends lost 150 points breaking a hundred school rules and roaming about at nighttime in the Astronomy Tower. But of course, because of some more rule-breaking and roaming even after all those lost points, Potter managed to defeat Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who had been possessed by Voldemort, and earned back all those points. Gryffindor won the House Cup, more or less, because of the Headmaster's favoritism.
Fallon rolled her eyes and muttered to Ravyn, who was sitting next to her, "And they say Snape is bad..."
Ravyn nodded emphatically and turned to fix her sympathetic, "Gryffindors-Are-Gits-And-I-Know-How-You-Feel" green eyes upon the pouting Draco Malfoy.
* * *
The summer after her second year had been quite good to Fallon. Finally, she had started growing taller, and her face started looking less childlike and more defined. She stopped wearing her long, dark hair in two plaits, opting instead to clip it back at the nape of her neck. Meiya Anderson, at the various summer soirees that they had, would look at her daughter, impeccable in dress robes of light, airy lawn or linen, and give a half-smile, half-sigh. Fallon would be a beautiful woman someday... if only she could act more ladylike at times! Sure, being a strong and independent spirit was very well and good: Meiya had personally seen to it that Fallon started learning Martial Arts at age seven to ensure she remained strong, disciplined, limber and graceful all her life. But... the girl could be so feisty!
Fallon, at the moment, neither knew nor cared about her mother's musings. They were once again in Diagon Alley, and despite the fact that she had grown two inches over the summer, Warrington was STILL three inches taller than her! He was also unbearably cocky: his friend Alexander Montague and himself had both made it onto the Slytherin reserve team, and from what he had heard, there would be a new Seeker that year... one who had provided the entire team with the best brooms available on the market.
Fallon was heartily glad for the team, but decided that she would NOT congratulate the GIT in any way, shape or form.
Something else that was new this year for her was the fact that, as a Third-Year, she would now be allowed to go to Hogsmeade. Excellent! Now, there would be joke candies to be bought and slipped into Warrington's food on a regular basis!
Soon enough, she met with the rest of the girls, all studiously avoiding the grinning Gilderoy Lockhart signing books at the front, in Flourish and Blotts. Morrigun, who was quickly blossoming into lovely young-womanhood, was reading a book on the History of Magic, in French, and the rest were looking around for their schoolbooks. Kate was starting Divination that year, and after she had found her books for her elective, she had met up with Fallon and Kevin Bole, who were both starting Arithmancy. She immediately started having a conversation with Kevin about the wizarding statutes against Giants, and the two walked off, still talking rapidly. Fallon listlessly rifled through the shelves, and was about to go to the counter with her purchases when a very-excited Ravyn De Borgia swept into the store, her green eyes glittering.
"I just got news!" was the first breathless thing that came out of her mouth, "I'm sure that you've ALL heard by now that the Slytherin Quidditch Team is going to get a shipment of seven Nimbus 2001 broomsticks. Well, it's all the doing of Draco's father. AND... he's going to be their new Seeker this year! Higgs left, and now he's in." Ravyn grinned happily at the other girls, whose looks ranged from mild surprise to blank indifference to shock.
"Where'd you get the news?" Fallon asked the younger girl curiously. Ravyn's smile widened.
"I just met up with Draco outside Gringotts, and he told me himself!" Ravyn paused for a moment to gloat, "He did NOT tell the snifty little Parkinson brat. Oh, and sorry for being late, but I was detained."
The girls all smiled wryly amongst themselves, and Fallon went to pay for her purchases.
* * *
Before it had been a month into the term, it was quite apparent that things would be rather different this year.
For one thing, the Slytherins were quickly able to deduce that Gilderoy Lockhart, their ostentatious new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, was entirely useless. Most Slytherin students, therefore, spent the time in that class the same way that they might spend in History of Magic.
In short, they would make caricatures of things talked of in class, with prizes for the most cunningly and wittily depicted one. Morrigun usually won.
Also, students here and there were becoming Petrified. There was something vague but menacing going around the school, attacking students of impure blood. Most of the school was scared witless: It had to be one of two possible culprits...
Either Harry Potter, because the Boy Who Lived seemed to be a Parseltongue...
Or it was a conspiracy of the Slytherin students.
Both ideas were ridiculous, needless to say. Potter couldn't have been the Heir of Slytherin; if he was, he would never have made friends with that prissy Muggleborn Gryffindor witch.
As for a conspiracy of the Slytherin students... not bloody likely! Fallon couldn't say for the less highly-evolved specimens of their species... a certain Crabbe and Goyle came to mind... but SHE, and all her friends for that matter, had better things to do with their time than such inane things as petrifying students of other houses.
Although, in the whole mess, being Slytherin and (therefore) pure-blooded seemed to be beneficial. None of the students attacked by whatever it was... had been a member of their house.
There were times that Fallon reflected, half-regretfully, that Cassius Warrington did not get frozen. He was STILL too annoying for words.
This would all change sooner than she would have thought.
* * *
End Chapter 4
* * *
w00t! And another one! Onto 5, my darlings!