Who was that? Rowena wondered, seeing the boy with the spiky hair wink at
her. I'll remember that he was wearing green and silver. Suddenly, this
really pretty redhead bumped into her.
"Oh, sorry. I've never been here. I just got a letter from Brentley School
of Wizardry. Of course, I thought I was. er."
"Muggle?" Rowena proposed.
"Yes, that's it. Muggle. Funny word. Oh well. But yes, Muggle. My mom was
quite surprised, of course, when that owl dropped off that letter." She
paused. "You look like you were born a witch. Any idea where Ollivanders
is?"
"Yes," Rowena said, pointing down Diagon Alley. "Right down there to your
left."
"Thank you so much." She walked off.
That was a really nice girl right down there. Helga thought, walking down to Ollivanders. Helga's red hair swooshed as she hastily turned around. "I'm sorry, but I was so impolite to not ask your name. What is it?" "Rowena Ravenclaw. And you are?" "Sorry. Helga Hufflepuff."
Who is that boy? Rowena thought, watching the green-silver boy staring at her. "See you at school, Helga." Why is he looking at me? What, do I have something on my face?
Godric looked at her in the corner of his eye while shopping for his wand. Her fluffy black -or was it blue- hair just shimmered. It looked like it would spell good, peaches. Yes, peaches. It would smell of peaches, and would not be like a horse's tail. Conditioned and soft to sleep on. "Do be careful," Mr. Ollivander cried, just as Godric set fire to his best petunias. "They were fresh! Just fresh! What are you doing? PAY ATTENTION!" "Sorry, Sir."
Ooooo, he's cute! Helga thought, looking at the spiky hair boy wearing a green and silver turtleneck. Very cute. Just my type. "Hi. Are you from around here?" Helga asked, walking up to him. "Oh, no. I used floo to get here. It's much easier than using that filthy muggle way. The way all the mudbloods get here. It's so dirty. They shouldn't be allowed here. Oh, are you pureblood?" "Pureblood?" "Your parents aren't filthy muggles, are they?" "Er. well. actually." "Are you Brentley?" He asked, smiling at her in a sweet manor. Helga started to drool slightly, chin down, eyes up. "Yes. I just got my acceptance letter. I was quite surprised when I got it because-" "I wasn't. I mean, of course I was determined to get in, but in the whole scheme of things, it wasn't that big of a deal. I knew I would get in. My dad's the head of the school governors. "Oh, well that's just dandy." "I guess so. He's famous in our world. You know, Sirmut Slytherin. Heard of him?" "Yes, of course. He's a wonderful man. I must be going. Your name is?" "Salazar." He raised his blonde eyebrows and winked easily. "See you at school."
That girl was HOT! No. no. I have a girlfriend. SO many new girls are going to school. Like that blue. or is it black. haired girl. Salazar breathed hard. "Time to get my school stuff, Mum. Let's go."
That was a really nice girl right down there. Helga thought, walking down to Ollivanders. Helga's red hair swooshed as she hastily turned around. "I'm sorry, but I was so impolite to not ask your name. What is it?" "Rowena Ravenclaw. And you are?" "Sorry. Helga Hufflepuff."
Who is that boy? Rowena thought, watching the green-silver boy staring at her. "See you at school, Helga." Why is he looking at me? What, do I have something on my face?
Godric looked at her in the corner of his eye while shopping for his wand. Her fluffy black -or was it blue- hair just shimmered. It looked like it would spell good, peaches. Yes, peaches. It would smell of peaches, and would not be like a horse's tail. Conditioned and soft to sleep on. "Do be careful," Mr. Ollivander cried, just as Godric set fire to his best petunias. "They were fresh! Just fresh! What are you doing? PAY ATTENTION!" "Sorry, Sir."
Ooooo, he's cute! Helga thought, looking at the spiky hair boy wearing a green and silver turtleneck. Very cute. Just my type. "Hi. Are you from around here?" Helga asked, walking up to him. "Oh, no. I used floo to get here. It's much easier than using that filthy muggle way. The way all the mudbloods get here. It's so dirty. They shouldn't be allowed here. Oh, are you pureblood?" "Pureblood?" "Your parents aren't filthy muggles, are they?" "Er. well. actually." "Are you Brentley?" He asked, smiling at her in a sweet manor. Helga started to drool slightly, chin down, eyes up. "Yes. I just got my acceptance letter. I was quite surprised when I got it because-" "I wasn't. I mean, of course I was determined to get in, but in the whole scheme of things, it wasn't that big of a deal. I knew I would get in. My dad's the head of the school governors. "Oh, well that's just dandy." "I guess so. He's famous in our world. You know, Sirmut Slytherin. Heard of him?" "Yes, of course. He's a wonderful man. I must be going. Your name is?" "Salazar." He raised his blonde eyebrows and winked easily. "See you at school."
That girl was HOT! No. no. I have a girlfriend. SO many new girls are going to school. Like that blue. or is it black. haired girl. Salazar breathed hard. "Time to get my school stuff, Mum. Let's go."