[I thought it was funny.::shrugs::]
Chapter II: Departures and Diseases
"We'll miss you dear," her mother said, tears welling up in her eyes as if her daughter was a first year. The entire family had accompanied her to King's Cross-Station. None of them had ever heard of Hogwarts or anything remotely magical (that wasn't complete rubbish) until Xanne had gotten her letter six years prior. Enid and Earl learned to accept it, but Gregory was obviously jealous and waited for three years after Xanne received her letter to receive his. It never came. "And do have fun this year, I know you'll enjoy yourself."
"Yes, do have a good year freak! I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too runt," Xanne smiled, hugging her brother (who was about two inches taller than her) as he struggled to get away. She turned around confidently, her dark eyes twinkling. She rolled her trunk along through the barrier, which looked as solid as ever, and looked up to see the scarlet steam engine before her.
Just then, trust her to linger in front of the barrier, she was pushed forward. Her legs caught on her trunk and she flipped over it, landing on her back in the middle of the platform. And right on top of her, fell the one who had pushed her
"Oh, terribly sorry!" said a boy who immediately stood up. He held out a hand to help her up and she accepted gratefully. Once back on two feet, she brushed off her clean black robes, adjusted her green and silver tie and pulled her skirt back up to the height it belonged. Then, Xanne turned to thank the Good Samaritan who had helped her up. When she saw who it was, she had to fight not to laugh.
"Er.thank you." Harry Potter's face looked down on her. Her stomach began to get all fluttery and she tried to ignore it. A Slytherin simply didn't find Harry Potter attractive. But then, this was not the same Harry Potter that almost fell off his broomstick first year. This was certainly not the same Harry Potter that had seemed awkward and gangly as he dueled Draco Malfoy their second year. This simply could not be the same person. This Harry Potter had the same messy hair, with ample fringe that fell in front of his piercing green eyes. His glasses were not bug-eyed and circular, but small rectangular frames and his scrawny seeker build had finally filled in a bit. He was far from burly, but no longer looked malnourished.
He smiled warmly at her and turned away. That had been his first encounter with a Slytherin (and Xanne's first encounter with a Gryffindor) that had not ended with biting words of malice. Speaking of malice, the girl whose name was Malice was waving to Xanne from a compartment. Xanne tugged on her trunk and somehow managed to get it onto the train. She walked purposefully, with her chin held high and her eyes determined, into the compartment. She didn't see the foot that Kate had stuck out in her way, and she tumbled over everyone's feet.
"That was quite a graceful entrance, Xanne," said Persephone, laughing haughtily. All of the girls burst out in giggles at this one.
"Yes, and those marks on your forehead." Fallon pointed out. "You haven't contracted any diseases this summer have you? We always told you that sleeping around was bad."
"Well, what do you expect from someone who sleeps in a cupboard?" Calypso asked. Someone walking outside the compartment stopped short at those words and looked in. It was Potter again. He walked away quickly before any of the girls could say anything to him.
"What happened to him over the summer?" asked Ravyn. Everyone looked at her with odd expressions. "I mean, when did he grow up?"
"I don't know, maybe when you lost your mind, Ravyn," Xanne said thoughtfully.
"No, he definitely didn't look that good when we first met him," Ai smirked. Ravyn folded her arms indignantly.
"Oh come on Xanne, you have to admit that he definitely.changed a bit over the summer." Jeannie said, narrowing her eyes a bit.
"Harry Potter. 'The boy who lived to hate everything Slytherin?'" she spat. "Finding him attractive? That's absurd."
"Actually, she's quite right," said a voice from the doorway. Three members of the Slytherin quidditch team had found their way to the girls' compartment. Cassius Warrington, Draco Malfoy and Adrian Pucey had just arrived in the doorway. Warrington was the one who had spoken.
"See?" Xanne said, taking her glasses off and polishing them on her robes. "Even Warrington doesn't find him attractive."
"Indeed," muttered Fallon, rolling her eyes. The three boys sidled into the compartment, even though there was a limited amount of room in the first place. Pucey sat down on Malice's lap, putting an arm around her; she giggled and cradled him like a baby. Malfoy found a seat of his own, or rather, made one by sitting down quite roughly between Ravyn and Calypso. Warrington walked over to Fallon and made as to sit on her lap. She looked up at him coolly. "You will regret that you swarthy git."
She stood up and let him take a seat before daintily sitting on his knee. As if that wasn't enough, the remaining members of the team showed up outside the door. Kevin Bole, Vittorio Derrick, Alexander Montague and Marcus Flint looked in longingly, clearly wanting to sit with their teammates.
"Alright, alright, hold on a moment," Morrigun stood up and took her wand out of her pocket. In a matter of seconds, she had doubled the size of the room and all of them could fit comfortably in a seat, unless they, like Pucey, didn't feel like moving.
"So, what are we talking about?" asked Flint in a gruff voice. "How we're going to wipe the floor with Gryffindor first game this season, with your help of course?"
"Actually," said Akasha. "Before Harry Potter came up-," the team looked disgusted at the mention of that name, "-we were wondering if Xanne got a disease this summer."
"Enough!" said Xanne, realizing painfully that she sounded like her father. The newer members of their compartment looked at her with intrigue. After all, it wasn't every day you met someone with a disease. "I did not get a disease!" she shouted.
"Well, now that the entire train knows about Xanne's lacking in the disease department," said Fallon, rolling her eyes. "Perhaps we'd better discuss what to do for the first game of the season."
"Good idea," said Flint, slipping into quidditch mode.
"Well, the uniforms were definitely a success last year," said Slaine. "But we might have a problem."
"Being?" Montague asked.
"The other teams have probably gotten a bit.how should I put this, used to the uniforms by now," Calypso insisted. "We don't know if they'll have quite the same affect this year. I know George-."
"You know George what?" Ai said, seeming quite interested.
"Well, I wore it for him when we went out." The entire compartment groaned. "I didn't realize I was making him impervious to it!"
"Brainstorm!" Xanne said suddenly.
"What, is that kind of like a seizure from your disease?" Malfoy smirked.
"I do not have a disease!" she screamed. After taking a few deep breaths, she addressed Calypso. "How did George seem when you wore the uniform."
"Distracted, but it was really more like distracted from me more than anything else," she said, thinking of the past few months. "He was distracted by the people looking at me actually. He even threatened to hex this one guy at the Movie Theater because he actually stopped to stare. Guy was a muggle too, it was quite amusing to see him look at George like he'd gone completely mental."
"That's it!" Xanne exclaimed, turning to Persephone, Ai, Jeannie and Calypso. "All there's left to do is flaunt it so much, they won't be able to finish the game without wanting to punch everyone who's looking at us, if they're not too busy looking at us themselves, of course."
"And you'll make Potty want to pee his pants," drawled Draco with a dark edge to his voice. "Or do something else in his pants, of course."
"Don't remind me," Xanne crossed her arms and scowled. "Remind me how I got Potter again?"
"You said you liked a challenge," Akasha grinned, ruffling Flint's hair. "Never could settle for one of the easy ones could you, Xanne."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Flint growled.
"Oh, nothing."
"Well, that's settled," said Fallon in a businesslike manner. "Thus concluding our brief meeting and expiring your invitation to our compartment, which, as I recall, we never truly sent."
The team smirked, assuming that she was joking. The closest girl to them elbowed each of them in the ribs. They clearly understood that the fearless leader was not saying this in jest.
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[A pep talk and quidditch game on the way]
Chapter II: Departures and Diseases
"We'll miss you dear," her mother said, tears welling up in her eyes as if her daughter was a first year. The entire family had accompanied her to King's Cross-Station. None of them had ever heard of Hogwarts or anything remotely magical (that wasn't complete rubbish) until Xanne had gotten her letter six years prior. Enid and Earl learned to accept it, but Gregory was obviously jealous and waited for three years after Xanne received her letter to receive his. It never came. "And do have fun this year, I know you'll enjoy yourself."
"Yes, do have a good year freak! I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too runt," Xanne smiled, hugging her brother (who was about two inches taller than her) as he struggled to get away. She turned around confidently, her dark eyes twinkling. She rolled her trunk along through the barrier, which looked as solid as ever, and looked up to see the scarlet steam engine before her.
Just then, trust her to linger in front of the barrier, she was pushed forward. Her legs caught on her trunk and she flipped over it, landing on her back in the middle of the platform. And right on top of her, fell the one who had pushed her
"Oh, terribly sorry!" said a boy who immediately stood up. He held out a hand to help her up and she accepted gratefully. Once back on two feet, she brushed off her clean black robes, adjusted her green and silver tie and pulled her skirt back up to the height it belonged. Then, Xanne turned to thank the Good Samaritan who had helped her up. When she saw who it was, she had to fight not to laugh.
"Er.thank you." Harry Potter's face looked down on her. Her stomach began to get all fluttery and she tried to ignore it. A Slytherin simply didn't find Harry Potter attractive. But then, this was not the same Harry Potter that almost fell off his broomstick first year. This was certainly not the same Harry Potter that had seemed awkward and gangly as he dueled Draco Malfoy their second year. This simply could not be the same person. This Harry Potter had the same messy hair, with ample fringe that fell in front of his piercing green eyes. His glasses were not bug-eyed and circular, but small rectangular frames and his scrawny seeker build had finally filled in a bit. He was far from burly, but no longer looked malnourished.
He smiled warmly at her and turned away. That had been his first encounter with a Slytherin (and Xanne's first encounter with a Gryffindor) that had not ended with biting words of malice. Speaking of malice, the girl whose name was Malice was waving to Xanne from a compartment. Xanne tugged on her trunk and somehow managed to get it onto the train. She walked purposefully, with her chin held high and her eyes determined, into the compartment. She didn't see the foot that Kate had stuck out in her way, and she tumbled over everyone's feet.
"That was quite a graceful entrance, Xanne," said Persephone, laughing haughtily. All of the girls burst out in giggles at this one.
"Yes, and those marks on your forehead." Fallon pointed out. "You haven't contracted any diseases this summer have you? We always told you that sleeping around was bad."
"Well, what do you expect from someone who sleeps in a cupboard?" Calypso asked. Someone walking outside the compartment stopped short at those words and looked in. It was Potter again. He walked away quickly before any of the girls could say anything to him.
"What happened to him over the summer?" asked Ravyn. Everyone looked at her with odd expressions. "I mean, when did he grow up?"
"I don't know, maybe when you lost your mind, Ravyn," Xanne said thoughtfully.
"No, he definitely didn't look that good when we first met him," Ai smirked. Ravyn folded her arms indignantly.
"Oh come on Xanne, you have to admit that he definitely.changed a bit over the summer." Jeannie said, narrowing her eyes a bit.
"Harry Potter. 'The boy who lived to hate everything Slytherin?'" she spat. "Finding him attractive? That's absurd."
"Actually, she's quite right," said a voice from the doorway. Three members of the Slytherin quidditch team had found their way to the girls' compartment. Cassius Warrington, Draco Malfoy and Adrian Pucey had just arrived in the doorway. Warrington was the one who had spoken.
"See?" Xanne said, taking her glasses off and polishing them on her robes. "Even Warrington doesn't find him attractive."
"Indeed," muttered Fallon, rolling her eyes. The three boys sidled into the compartment, even though there was a limited amount of room in the first place. Pucey sat down on Malice's lap, putting an arm around her; she giggled and cradled him like a baby. Malfoy found a seat of his own, or rather, made one by sitting down quite roughly between Ravyn and Calypso. Warrington walked over to Fallon and made as to sit on her lap. She looked up at him coolly. "You will regret that you swarthy git."
She stood up and let him take a seat before daintily sitting on his knee. As if that wasn't enough, the remaining members of the team showed up outside the door. Kevin Bole, Vittorio Derrick, Alexander Montague and Marcus Flint looked in longingly, clearly wanting to sit with their teammates.
"Alright, alright, hold on a moment," Morrigun stood up and took her wand out of her pocket. In a matter of seconds, she had doubled the size of the room and all of them could fit comfortably in a seat, unless they, like Pucey, didn't feel like moving.
"So, what are we talking about?" asked Flint in a gruff voice. "How we're going to wipe the floor with Gryffindor first game this season, with your help of course?"
"Actually," said Akasha. "Before Harry Potter came up-," the team looked disgusted at the mention of that name, "-we were wondering if Xanne got a disease this summer."
"Enough!" said Xanne, realizing painfully that she sounded like her father. The newer members of their compartment looked at her with intrigue. After all, it wasn't every day you met someone with a disease. "I did not get a disease!" she shouted.
"Well, now that the entire train knows about Xanne's lacking in the disease department," said Fallon, rolling her eyes. "Perhaps we'd better discuss what to do for the first game of the season."
"Good idea," said Flint, slipping into quidditch mode.
"Well, the uniforms were definitely a success last year," said Slaine. "But we might have a problem."
"Being?" Montague asked.
"The other teams have probably gotten a bit.how should I put this, used to the uniforms by now," Calypso insisted. "We don't know if they'll have quite the same affect this year. I know George-."
"You know George what?" Ai said, seeming quite interested.
"Well, I wore it for him when we went out." The entire compartment groaned. "I didn't realize I was making him impervious to it!"
"Brainstorm!" Xanne said suddenly.
"What, is that kind of like a seizure from your disease?" Malfoy smirked.
"I do not have a disease!" she screamed. After taking a few deep breaths, she addressed Calypso. "How did George seem when you wore the uniform."
"Distracted, but it was really more like distracted from me more than anything else," she said, thinking of the past few months. "He was distracted by the people looking at me actually. He even threatened to hex this one guy at the Movie Theater because he actually stopped to stare. Guy was a muggle too, it was quite amusing to see him look at George like he'd gone completely mental."
"That's it!" Xanne exclaimed, turning to Persephone, Ai, Jeannie and Calypso. "All there's left to do is flaunt it so much, they won't be able to finish the game without wanting to punch everyone who's looking at us, if they're not too busy looking at us themselves, of course."
"And you'll make Potty want to pee his pants," drawled Draco with a dark edge to his voice. "Or do something else in his pants, of course."
"Don't remind me," Xanne crossed her arms and scowled. "Remind me how I got Potter again?"
"You said you liked a challenge," Akasha grinned, ruffling Flint's hair. "Never could settle for one of the easy ones could you, Xanne."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Flint growled.
"Oh, nothing."
"Well, that's settled," said Fallon in a businesslike manner. "Thus concluding our brief meeting and expiring your invitation to our compartment, which, as I recall, we never truly sent."
The team smirked, assuming that she was joking. The closest girl to them elbowed each of them in the ribs. They clearly understood that the fearless leader was not saying this in jest.
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[A pep talk and quidditch game on the way]