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'Potions first class? Last year it was fourth period.' Yitkah thought as she walked down the hall. The dungeons were dark and dreary. The sunlight didn't even have a window nor crack to appear through. She sniffed at the stale air and it felt oddly inviting. Familiar. She stopped in front of the door and readjusted her book, bag and cloak before opening the door. Professor snape had not yet appeared, and many of the students sat around chatting about random subjects. She found a gryffendor girl sitting alone at a table and tapped her on the shoulder. "Might I accompany you?" She pulled her nose from her book and looked up. She looked startled for a brief moment than asked, "You'd sit with me? A gryffendor?"
"Unless you're waiting on someone else, Yes." She gauged her possible new partner before agreeing and introducing herself.
"Good morning. I am Hermione Granger."
"Yitkah Raven. Pleased to meet you." Hermione looked questioningly before asking, "I thought all slytherins hated gryffendors. You don't?" Yitkah returned her glare before speaking. "There's more to one than what their strong points are. Why should I hate what I don't know?" This response seemed to please Hermione. "You're an elf. I've read elves age slower than humans."
"That would be true."
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen. Same as you. We age the same as you till we reach our first Comborum. Then we slow then stop aging. We can stop anywhere between twenty and eighty."
"What is a Comborum?" Yitkah smiled at the girls curiosity and eagerness to learn, without fear or predgudice. "That is a ceremony where we eat from an animal. It happens as a priestess deems it necessary, unless another priestess protests it. It usually happens during war or a time of death, as we are immortal, death to us brings only illness. The meat may quell the illness, but will result in the age slowing."
Hermione looked fascinated, and this was the first time people here had asked about her culture, therefore Yitkah was amused. Snape entered the room, Giving Yitkah an odd glance before looking over the room. This was the first it had been noticed, but there were four gryffendors and two slytherin missing from the room. They must have received notices.
"Welcome once again to potions. I'm hoping this year turns out better than last year, as there were many explosions and melted cauldrons," He glared at Neville longbottom before continuing. "The potions prepared this year will be much harder than last year..."
That's when it hit.
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'Potions first class? Last year it was fourth period.' Yitkah thought as she walked down the hall. The dungeons were dark and dreary. The sunlight didn't even have a window nor crack to appear through. She sniffed at the stale air and it felt oddly inviting. Familiar. She stopped in front of the door and readjusted her book, bag and cloak before opening the door. Professor snape had not yet appeared, and many of the students sat around chatting about random subjects. She found a gryffendor girl sitting alone at a table and tapped her on the shoulder. "Might I accompany you?" She pulled her nose from her book and looked up. She looked startled for a brief moment than asked, "You'd sit with me? A gryffendor?"
"Unless you're waiting on someone else, Yes." She gauged her possible new partner before agreeing and introducing herself.
"Good morning. I am Hermione Granger."
"Yitkah Raven. Pleased to meet you." Hermione looked questioningly before asking, "I thought all slytherins hated gryffendors. You don't?" Yitkah returned her glare before speaking. "There's more to one than what their strong points are. Why should I hate what I don't know?" This response seemed to please Hermione. "You're an elf. I've read elves age slower than humans."
"That would be true."
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen. Same as you. We age the same as you till we reach our first Comborum. Then we slow then stop aging. We can stop anywhere between twenty and eighty."
"What is a Comborum?" Yitkah smiled at the girls curiosity and eagerness to learn, without fear or predgudice. "That is a ceremony where we eat from an animal. It happens as a priestess deems it necessary, unless another priestess protests it. It usually happens during war or a time of death, as we are immortal, death to us brings only illness. The meat may quell the illness, but will result in the age slowing."
Hermione looked fascinated, and this was the first time people here had asked about her culture, therefore Yitkah was amused. Snape entered the room, Giving Yitkah an odd glance before looking over the room. This was the first it had been noticed, but there were four gryffendors and two slytherin missing from the room. They must have received notices.
"Welcome once again to potions. I'm hoping this year turns out better than last year, as there were many explosions and melted cauldrons," He glared at Neville longbottom before continuing. "The potions prepared this year will be much harder than last year..."
That's when it hit.
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Thank you for reading! Please read and review, as reviews make the world go round!