((Glowing Embers: Thanks~_~
Ri: Glad you liked it.
Morbane: Thanks again for letting me use the song:)
rita d.: I am.
Aimura: Actually, I think she is sending it to J. K. I hope so*_~
tulzdavampslayer: Pity you can't try 'Mustela Furo' on him;)
Laura: thanks for the wonderful review, from one Laura to another!))
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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"Winters, Darcel."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Ginny joined the rest of her house in cheering as the excited first-year joined the table, marking the end of the Sorting. The stool and Hat were carried out once more, to wherever it was they were kept all year. The tension in the Hall dissipated, and lively chatter broke out as the feast appeared on the golden plates. Sniffing appreciatively, Ginny helped herself. Quickly, she palmed off a bit to give Silver, slipping her hand under the table. Tallulah watched her, storm-gray eyes curious, and Ginny slightly lifted the tablecloth, giving the other girl a glimpse underneath.
"So that's who you're sneaking food for," she teased Ginny, who nodded, laughing.
"Guilty as charged," she admitted. For a while, they ate in silence, enjoying Hogwarts' excellent cooking, and soon the long tables were empty once more.
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"Students, may I have your attention, Please?"
Draco swallowed his last mouthful of roll, unconsciously turning his head towards the headmaster's voice.
"First, I would like you all to welcome Professor Alynn Riley to the Defense Against the Dark Arts post."
Amid the polite clapping from the students, Draco remembered the glimpse he'd had of the High Table as Ginny had entered the hall. The only unfamiliar face had been a witch with amber eyes and long black hair. She'd looked rather small, the shortest teacher barring Flitwick, and he wondered for a moment how she could handle the 'cursed' job.
"Also, on a sadder note," continued the old wizard, "one of our students, Draco Malfoy of Slytherin house, has disappeared over the past summer. His family has told us only that they know nothing, and are now looking for him. Any students with information, please come to your head of house, or myself. Let us hope for his safe return."
Dumbledore actually did sound a bit grave, he noted with surprise, but he doubted the opinion was shared by many. True, a flurry of talk had started almost immediately, but it was likely more curious than pitying. He did hear a snort from Weasel, quickly stifled. The 'Dream Team', Draco thought sourly, was unlikely to go to the headmaster with what they knew. Come September, he promised himself, he was going to make them regret that they had ever gotten their Hogwarts letters.
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Ginny's eyes narrowed in surprise, and she darted a glance at the Slytherin table. She hadn't noticed before, but the familiar white-blonde head was conspicuously absent. His two thugs, she noticed, seemed rather lost, and his girlfriend...Patty something?...looked both upset and angry. Suppressing a shudder, she wondered what might have happened to him. These days, anything could be the work of dark forces, and that it was a Death Eater's son made it doubly frightening. If You-Know-Who would attack his own supporters, no one was safe. Without thinking, her hand moved to Silver for comfort, and she was surprised to find his tiny frame stiff and tense. She stroked him gently, which seemed to calm them both, and she noticed that the headmaster had sat down. Students were beginning to file out of the Hall, still buzzing with talk.
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Ri: Glad you liked it.
Morbane: Thanks again for letting me use the song:)
rita d.: I am.
Aimura: Actually, I think she is sending it to J. K. I hope so*_~
tulzdavampslayer: Pity you can't try 'Mustela Furo' on him;)
Laura: thanks for the wonderful review, from one Laura to another!))
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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"Winters, Darcel."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Ginny joined the rest of her house in cheering as the excited first-year joined the table, marking the end of the Sorting. The stool and Hat were carried out once more, to wherever it was they were kept all year. The tension in the Hall dissipated, and lively chatter broke out as the feast appeared on the golden plates. Sniffing appreciatively, Ginny helped herself. Quickly, she palmed off a bit to give Silver, slipping her hand under the table. Tallulah watched her, storm-gray eyes curious, and Ginny slightly lifted the tablecloth, giving the other girl a glimpse underneath.
"So that's who you're sneaking food for," she teased Ginny, who nodded, laughing.
"Guilty as charged," she admitted. For a while, they ate in silence, enjoying Hogwarts' excellent cooking, and soon the long tables were empty once more.
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/\_/\_/\_/\_/\
"Students, may I have your attention, Please?"
Draco swallowed his last mouthful of roll, unconsciously turning his head towards the headmaster's voice.
"First, I would like you all to welcome Professor Alynn Riley to the Defense Against the Dark Arts post."
Amid the polite clapping from the students, Draco remembered the glimpse he'd had of the High Table as Ginny had entered the hall. The only unfamiliar face had been a witch with amber eyes and long black hair. She'd looked rather small, the shortest teacher barring Flitwick, and he wondered for a moment how she could handle the 'cursed' job.
"Also, on a sadder note," continued the old wizard, "one of our students, Draco Malfoy of Slytherin house, has disappeared over the past summer. His family has told us only that they know nothing, and are now looking for him. Any students with information, please come to your head of house, or myself. Let us hope for his safe return."
Dumbledore actually did sound a bit grave, he noted with surprise, but he doubted the opinion was shared by many. True, a flurry of talk had started almost immediately, but it was likely more curious than pitying. He did hear a snort from Weasel, quickly stifled. The 'Dream Team', Draco thought sourly, was unlikely to go to the headmaster with what they knew. Come September, he promised himself, he was going to make them regret that they had ever gotten their Hogwarts letters.
/\_/\_/\_/\_/\
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Ginny's eyes narrowed in surprise, and she darted a glance at the Slytherin table. She hadn't noticed before, but the familiar white-blonde head was conspicuously absent. His two thugs, she noticed, seemed rather lost, and his girlfriend...Patty something?...looked both upset and angry. Suppressing a shudder, she wondered what might have happened to him. These days, anything could be the work of dark forces, and that it was a Death Eater's son made it doubly frightening. If You-Know-Who would attack his own supporters, no one was safe. Without thinking, her hand moved to Silver for comfort, and she was surprised to find his tiny frame stiff and tense. She stroked him gently, which seemed to calm them both, and she noticed that the headmaster had sat down. Students were beginning to file out of the Hall, still buzzing with talk.
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