Chapter 3:
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Rain had started pouring as Lily, Constance, Chrisy and Mir arrived at the castle. Just by walking to the front steps, the girls had been soaked to the bone. Taking their seats at the Griffindor table, they waited for the feast to begin.
After all the new students had been sorted, Professor Dumbledore stood up.
"Welcome, welcome, one and all! To an exciting new year at Hogwarts. This year, we have a new professor among us, Professor Samantha Tidbit!"
Professor Tidbit was tall, with pale skin, long black hair, and eerily blue eyes, that seemed to pierce your very soul. Tearing her eyes away from Professor Tidbit, Lily listened to the rest of Dumbledore's speech.
"The Forbidden Forest is STILL forbidden, and will always be, until the end of the earth, or the forest is destroyed by a giant fire. Well, with that morbid thought, bottoms up!"
The tables were immediately covered in roast hams, garlic bread, mashed potatoes and celery. Ice cream cake, pasteries, pumpkin juice, water, milk and Butterbeer. Lily's eyes went wide at the thought of all the work the houselves must have went through to prepare this feast. Even Chirsy was amazed, being that her house had more houselves than Hogwarts had. (A/N: Yes, Hermione HAD dropped SPEW)
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"Look at Malfoy, sitting there all alone. I almost pity her. Her family has lost a lot of its money, what with Arthas at court last year. They had to pay thousands of galleons to let him stay under house arrest. It's a good thing too! My parents are friends with the Malfoys, I get to go over to her house and see Arthas. Man he's hot!" Linnea Nott said, laughing at Trinity, sitting all alone at the end of the table.
"Of course! Just look at the state of her robes! They look like they've been worn to Bulgaria and back! The colors' off a bit too. probably had her mum make um. oh, wait. I forgot! She doesn't have a mum!" Gracia Goyle commented, loud enough for Trinity to hear.
"Will you shut up already! Don't you think that I haven't taken enough of this lately? My former brother is the epidimy of ugly! And no, these robes are SUPPOSED to be midnight blue. I just got into a huge fight with Potter, and Weasley. And the only one who is on my side is Miranda Lupin! The quiet one of the group! So just shut up, and leave me alone!" Trinity yelled, pouring her pumpkin juice on Linnea and Gracia's heads, then fleeing from the Great Hall.
"Traitor!"
"Godrics Girl!" Linnea and Gracia yelled, though their hair was soaking with pumpkin juice.
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"What's up with Malfoy? And why is she crying? It's not like anyones done anything to her!" Chrisy remarked at Trinity's back.
"Maybe the Slytherin's aren't treating her well. She's had a rough time lately, and with you three acting the way you are! I'm not surprised she's leaving! As a matter of fact, I am too!" Mir said, throwing her napkin down on her plate, and running after Trinity.
"What's eating Miranda? She never acts like this!" Constance observed.
"Who cares?" Chrisy asked, biting into an ice-cream sandwich.
Lily however, remained quiet, she was starting to get the bigger picture. Maybe she had been too quick to judge Trinity. But she could't tell the others this. Lily half smiled to herself, and fallowed the rest of Griffindor up to the Common Room.
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A/N: Who is queen? Yeah, that's right, ASGT is!
Now. for what Brandy wrote. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE PLOT! IT IS A SPINOFF!!!
Trinity Malfoy sat in the Gryffindor common room peacefully, her eyes glued to the unnaturally large, heavy book resting in her lap at the moment. Sure, she wasn't a Gryffindor, but that didn't stop her from learning the password and going into the common room anyway. It was simply nicer and more comfortable than the Slytherin common room, and it was an added bonus that the people were also civil to her. Ever since the incident between herself, Arthas, and her fellow Damsels in Distress, the Slytherins had been giving Trinity the cold shoulder; or rather, they were making her life a living hell.
Catcalls and mocking remarks of "traitor" and "Godric's girl!" rang after her wherever she entered or exited the Slytherin common room; Trinity could hear the insults echoing in her ears, even as she closed her eyes and desperately tried to block the voices out of her head. The voices of her peers ... of Arthas, of Kali ... all of them refused to leave her head as tears involentarily dripped onto the book she was "reading", blurring the words together into large, illegible smudges of black.
"Oh no..." She whispered frantically, rubber at the smudged ink, as to somehow turn the words back to the way they had been before. "Just another thing that makes me a big fat load of mistake!" "A big load of psycho is what you are." A voice stated behind Trinity in an amused voice "Considering you're talking to yourself in a practically empty Gryffindor common room."
The girl behind her was obviously happy, and smiling; the complete opposite of the morose Trinity. As soon as Trinity turned to look at the girl, however, her companion's smile changed to a frown of compassion and concern. Of course, it had to be Lily Potter.
"Trinity? What happened?" She asked softly, gently sitting next to her friend and squeezing her shoulders in a comforting manner. Trinity shrugged nonchalontly at the concern.
"Nothing." She said quietly, her voice slightly hoarse from the swelling in her throat due to crying. "I'm just, you know, studying, and the Slytherin common room was too cold..." She wasn't lying; the Slytherin common room was, indeed, cold, although the occupants were far colder. Lily blinked in doubt, but then, reluctantly, smiled.
"Er, okay. Well, the Gryffindor common room has big fires, and really comfy couches; I don't blame you for wanting to come here." Breathing inward to restore her confidence, Lily decided to take a shot at breaking the unbreakable Trinity. Unbreakable Trinity...a trinity...the union of three divine persons, the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, in one God. Perhaps Trinity was a prisoner of three persons inside her...perhaps four? Her mother, model Hufflepuff, or as she had heard, her brother, Arthas, the evil of darkness at it's greatest height, and model Slytherin...and herself. A confused, strangled girl fighting to be released in a pressured society. A Trinity of bad faith; perhaps Lily could turn it good? "Somehow, though...I can't help feeling there's something else that you're not telling me."
Trinity shrugged uncomfortably, moving Lily's arm, which was still rested upon the other girl's shoulder, up and down slowly.
"What do you mean?" She said slowly, trying to act innocent. Lily immediately saw her chance and seized it.
"Does this have anything to do with what happened last year?" She asked in a coaxing voice. Why was her arm shaking? Maybe she was having a heart attack...
No, it wasn't her arm that was shaking, it was the figure underneath it that caused this disturbance. The girl was trembling furiously, seemingly frustrated at herself, but at the same time, unwilling to give in to the weakness of crying. Silent tears were damming themselves inside Trinity's determined blue eyes, and Lily vacantly noticed that the tears in her eyes made them a shade lighter.
"Trin..." She whispered as comfortingly as she could in her confused state. What on earth could have gotten Trinity so upset? "Trin, it's okay, you can cry..."
To Lily's releif, the girl beside her let out a soft sob at those words, which caused Lily's curiosity to grow even further.
"Do you..." She started vacantly, but was interrupted by Trinity's almost inaudible voice among her ears.
"I was taught..." She whispered tearfully, seemingly having difficulty forming the words and forcing them to come out of her mouth. "I was taught...n-never to cry in front of p-people..." Quickly, she reached her hands up to wipe away the tears that were still falling freely from her flooding eyes.
Her wrists, however, were caught and pulled away from her face forcefully, and Trinity turned to the source of the forcefullness against her. Lily's emerald green eyes stared fixedly upon her face, looking determined and almost annoyed. "... it shows weakness. " Trinity finished hesitantly, so soft that Lily had to strain her ears to hear it. When she did, however, she shook her head furvently, hands never releasing Trinity's pale wrists. "Whoever told you that is a liar." She said simply, an air of immaturity evident in her voice similar to that of a taunting six year old. Trinity's eyes widened. No one had ever questioned her grandfather's antics before...it was wrong. But...if questioning her grandfather's antics was so wrong...
Why did it feel so relaxing when someone did it?
It was as though someone was lifting a great weight off of her shoulders; lifting the weight of Malfoy responsibility with the lightweight spell that Trinity was never told. Or perhaps that was only Lily.
The Lily Potter who was the daughter of Harry Potter. Ginny Weasley.
Her grandfather's soul targets.
The Lily Potter who had befriended her when all else had failed.
The Lily Potter whom she loved.
Lily blinked at the thoughtful girl in front of her, shifting slightly on the couch where she was sitting.
What is it about her that makes me nervous?
What is it that makes me feel clumsy and shallow...unable to be as graceful as only she can be? What is it?
Faces inches apart...breathing. Differant breathing. One being soft, unable to be heard unless it is what the ear is searching for. The other slightly louder, but neither could be heard from the other. Inches apart. Waiting. Lily could almost hear Trinity's voice inside her head, taunting her playfully, as she had done on the train while playing exploding snap.
What, are you frightened? Just do it already!
Just do it already. What are you waiting for? It's your move. My move.
Trinity's eyes were blinking at her, although tear free, still watery from their previous attack of saltwater fiasco. Light pink lips contrasted well with those of a darker pink, both meeting together in unison for the softest chastly kiss. It lasted perhaps only a few milliseconds; maybe not even. But when the lips seperated, each was curved into the shyest of smiles, and blushes graced the cheeks of their owners.
For a while, the two simply sat in silence, staring into the eyes of the other as though wondering thr questions of the world inside them. Wondering the questions that ran through their mind, and seeking the answers in the emerald green, or comforting azure, where they will then find the answer because that is in where they wished to find it, and so it would be.
"I better go check to see where everyone else is; they're probably worried about me." Lily said after awhile, athough tentatively. With reluctance, she began to stand from her position on the couch.
"Lily!" Trinity's voice reached Lily's ears as she was standing up. Lily turned towards the small, blone haired girl expectantly. "Um..."
So, the blonde girl was nervous.
"Will you...stay with me? I don't want to be alone, and I...don't want to go back to the Slytherin Common room, so I was kind of hoping maybe I could spend the night here."
Grinning, Lily nodded, and jumped back onto the couch once again. It took only seconds before the two were snuggled together upon the couch, and, after moments of staring into the fire and whispering, fell into peaceful sleeps.
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W00tw00t! Brandy! You rock! You get the GOLD BISQUIT AWARD! Katie Hamm got Bronze, for stepping on my pants, and breaking off a string, and I got silver for sliding off the bus getting off!
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Rain had started pouring as Lily, Constance, Chrisy and Mir arrived at the castle. Just by walking to the front steps, the girls had been soaked to the bone. Taking their seats at the Griffindor table, they waited for the feast to begin.
After all the new students had been sorted, Professor Dumbledore stood up.
"Welcome, welcome, one and all! To an exciting new year at Hogwarts. This year, we have a new professor among us, Professor Samantha Tidbit!"
Professor Tidbit was tall, with pale skin, long black hair, and eerily blue eyes, that seemed to pierce your very soul. Tearing her eyes away from Professor Tidbit, Lily listened to the rest of Dumbledore's speech.
"The Forbidden Forest is STILL forbidden, and will always be, until the end of the earth, or the forest is destroyed by a giant fire. Well, with that morbid thought, bottoms up!"
The tables were immediately covered in roast hams, garlic bread, mashed potatoes and celery. Ice cream cake, pasteries, pumpkin juice, water, milk and Butterbeer. Lily's eyes went wide at the thought of all the work the houselves must have went through to prepare this feast. Even Chirsy was amazed, being that her house had more houselves than Hogwarts had. (A/N: Yes, Hermione HAD dropped SPEW)
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"Look at Malfoy, sitting there all alone. I almost pity her. Her family has lost a lot of its money, what with Arthas at court last year. They had to pay thousands of galleons to let him stay under house arrest. It's a good thing too! My parents are friends with the Malfoys, I get to go over to her house and see Arthas. Man he's hot!" Linnea Nott said, laughing at Trinity, sitting all alone at the end of the table.
"Of course! Just look at the state of her robes! They look like they've been worn to Bulgaria and back! The colors' off a bit too. probably had her mum make um. oh, wait. I forgot! She doesn't have a mum!" Gracia Goyle commented, loud enough for Trinity to hear.
"Will you shut up already! Don't you think that I haven't taken enough of this lately? My former brother is the epidimy of ugly! And no, these robes are SUPPOSED to be midnight blue. I just got into a huge fight with Potter, and Weasley. And the only one who is on my side is Miranda Lupin! The quiet one of the group! So just shut up, and leave me alone!" Trinity yelled, pouring her pumpkin juice on Linnea and Gracia's heads, then fleeing from the Great Hall.
"Traitor!"
"Godrics Girl!" Linnea and Gracia yelled, though their hair was soaking with pumpkin juice.
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"What's up with Malfoy? And why is she crying? It's not like anyones done anything to her!" Chrisy remarked at Trinity's back.
"Maybe the Slytherin's aren't treating her well. She's had a rough time lately, and with you three acting the way you are! I'm not surprised she's leaving! As a matter of fact, I am too!" Mir said, throwing her napkin down on her plate, and running after Trinity.
"What's eating Miranda? She never acts like this!" Constance observed.
"Who cares?" Chrisy asked, biting into an ice-cream sandwich.
Lily however, remained quiet, she was starting to get the bigger picture. Maybe she had been too quick to judge Trinity. But she could't tell the others this. Lily half smiled to herself, and fallowed the rest of Griffindor up to the Common Room.
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A/N: Who is queen? Yeah, that's right, ASGT is!
Now. for what Brandy wrote. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE PLOT! IT IS A SPINOFF!!!
Trinity Malfoy sat in the Gryffindor common room peacefully, her eyes glued to the unnaturally large, heavy book resting in her lap at the moment. Sure, she wasn't a Gryffindor, but that didn't stop her from learning the password and going into the common room anyway. It was simply nicer and more comfortable than the Slytherin common room, and it was an added bonus that the people were also civil to her. Ever since the incident between herself, Arthas, and her fellow Damsels in Distress, the Slytherins had been giving Trinity the cold shoulder; or rather, they were making her life a living hell.
Catcalls and mocking remarks of "traitor" and "Godric's girl!" rang after her wherever she entered or exited the Slytherin common room; Trinity could hear the insults echoing in her ears, even as she closed her eyes and desperately tried to block the voices out of her head. The voices of her peers ... of Arthas, of Kali ... all of them refused to leave her head as tears involentarily dripped onto the book she was "reading", blurring the words together into large, illegible smudges of black.
"Oh no..." She whispered frantically, rubber at the smudged ink, as to somehow turn the words back to the way they had been before. "Just another thing that makes me a big fat load of mistake!" "A big load of psycho is what you are." A voice stated behind Trinity in an amused voice "Considering you're talking to yourself in a practically empty Gryffindor common room."
The girl behind her was obviously happy, and smiling; the complete opposite of the morose Trinity. As soon as Trinity turned to look at the girl, however, her companion's smile changed to a frown of compassion and concern. Of course, it had to be Lily Potter.
"Trinity? What happened?" She asked softly, gently sitting next to her friend and squeezing her shoulders in a comforting manner. Trinity shrugged nonchalontly at the concern.
"Nothing." She said quietly, her voice slightly hoarse from the swelling in her throat due to crying. "I'm just, you know, studying, and the Slytherin common room was too cold..." She wasn't lying; the Slytherin common room was, indeed, cold, although the occupants were far colder. Lily blinked in doubt, but then, reluctantly, smiled.
"Er, okay. Well, the Gryffindor common room has big fires, and really comfy couches; I don't blame you for wanting to come here." Breathing inward to restore her confidence, Lily decided to take a shot at breaking the unbreakable Trinity. Unbreakable Trinity...a trinity...the union of three divine persons, the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, in one God. Perhaps Trinity was a prisoner of three persons inside her...perhaps four? Her mother, model Hufflepuff, or as she had heard, her brother, Arthas, the evil of darkness at it's greatest height, and model Slytherin...and herself. A confused, strangled girl fighting to be released in a pressured society. A Trinity of bad faith; perhaps Lily could turn it good? "Somehow, though...I can't help feeling there's something else that you're not telling me."
Trinity shrugged uncomfortably, moving Lily's arm, which was still rested upon the other girl's shoulder, up and down slowly.
"What do you mean?" She said slowly, trying to act innocent. Lily immediately saw her chance and seized it.
"Does this have anything to do with what happened last year?" She asked in a coaxing voice. Why was her arm shaking? Maybe she was having a heart attack...
No, it wasn't her arm that was shaking, it was the figure underneath it that caused this disturbance. The girl was trembling furiously, seemingly frustrated at herself, but at the same time, unwilling to give in to the weakness of crying. Silent tears were damming themselves inside Trinity's determined blue eyes, and Lily vacantly noticed that the tears in her eyes made them a shade lighter.
"Trin..." She whispered as comfortingly as she could in her confused state. What on earth could have gotten Trinity so upset? "Trin, it's okay, you can cry..."
To Lily's releif, the girl beside her let out a soft sob at those words, which caused Lily's curiosity to grow even further.
"Do you..." She started vacantly, but was interrupted by Trinity's almost inaudible voice among her ears.
"I was taught..." She whispered tearfully, seemingly having difficulty forming the words and forcing them to come out of her mouth. "I was taught...n-never to cry in front of p-people..." Quickly, she reached her hands up to wipe away the tears that were still falling freely from her flooding eyes.
Her wrists, however, were caught and pulled away from her face forcefully, and Trinity turned to the source of the forcefullness against her. Lily's emerald green eyes stared fixedly upon her face, looking determined and almost annoyed. "... it shows weakness. " Trinity finished hesitantly, so soft that Lily had to strain her ears to hear it. When she did, however, she shook her head furvently, hands never releasing Trinity's pale wrists. "Whoever told you that is a liar." She said simply, an air of immaturity evident in her voice similar to that of a taunting six year old. Trinity's eyes widened. No one had ever questioned her grandfather's antics before...it was wrong. But...if questioning her grandfather's antics was so wrong...
Why did it feel so relaxing when someone did it?
It was as though someone was lifting a great weight off of her shoulders; lifting the weight of Malfoy responsibility with the lightweight spell that Trinity was never told. Or perhaps that was only Lily.
The Lily Potter who was the daughter of Harry Potter. Ginny Weasley.
Her grandfather's soul targets.
The Lily Potter who had befriended her when all else had failed.
The Lily Potter whom she loved.
Lily blinked at the thoughtful girl in front of her, shifting slightly on the couch where she was sitting.
What is it about her that makes me nervous?
What is it that makes me feel clumsy and shallow...unable to be as graceful as only she can be? What is it?
Faces inches apart...breathing. Differant breathing. One being soft, unable to be heard unless it is what the ear is searching for. The other slightly louder, but neither could be heard from the other. Inches apart. Waiting. Lily could almost hear Trinity's voice inside her head, taunting her playfully, as she had done on the train while playing exploding snap.
What, are you frightened? Just do it already!
Just do it already. What are you waiting for? It's your move. My move.
Trinity's eyes were blinking at her, although tear free, still watery from their previous attack of saltwater fiasco. Light pink lips contrasted well with those of a darker pink, both meeting together in unison for the softest chastly kiss. It lasted perhaps only a few milliseconds; maybe not even. But when the lips seperated, each was curved into the shyest of smiles, and blushes graced the cheeks of their owners.
For a while, the two simply sat in silence, staring into the eyes of the other as though wondering thr questions of the world inside them. Wondering the questions that ran through their mind, and seeking the answers in the emerald green, or comforting azure, where they will then find the answer because that is in where they wished to find it, and so it would be.
"I better go check to see where everyone else is; they're probably worried about me." Lily said after awhile, athough tentatively. With reluctance, she began to stand from her position on the couch.
"Lily!" Trinity's voice reached Lily's ears as she was standing up. Lily turned towards the small, blone haired girl expectantly. "Um..."
So, the blonde girl was nervous.
"Will you...stay with me? I don't want to be alone, and I...don't want to go back to the Slytherin Common room, so I was kind of hoping maybe I could spend the night here."
Grinning, Lily nodded, and jumped back onto the couch once again. It took only seconds before the two were snuggled together upon the couch, and, after moments of staring into the fire and whispering, fell into peaceful sleeps.
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W00tw00t! Brandy! You rock! You get the GOLD BISQUIT AWARD! Katie Hamm got Bronze, for stepping on my pants, and breaking off a string, and I got silver for sliding off the bus getting off!