I hadn't expected it to be like this! After thirteen years in an American
school, Britian just sort of hits you pretty hard. Especially their magic
school. Oh gods, that was one of the most amazing places I'd ever laid eyes
on! A castle!
My name is Lynx Gunning, or so they say. That's just what everybody here thinks I was named. I've come here to Hogwarts with several (and when I say several, I :mean: several!) of my friends. Katie, Sid, Tora, Cheamu, Kelso, Lexie, Kayso, Coyote, Hyena, and Christian. But, we had also been stuck with the scourge of Avon Middle School: Nathan Record and Zachary Armentrout. Good gods! What were those rotted teachers thinking!?
Katie, Coyote, Stupid Cousin (Tora), Sid, and me had all been sorted into Slytherin. No big surprise there! Cheamu and Hyena were sorted into Ravenclaw. Kelso and Kayso were sorted into Gryffindor. Christian was the only Hufflepuff. Poor kid. Nathan, better known as Arse, was put into Slytherin with me. That child is pure evil! Zach, also known as Sunshine, was sorted into Hufflepuff. Gods look upon Christian!
Stupid Cousin, at first glance, doesn't look like Slytherin material. And in fact, she isn't. That's why it was a good thing Katie, Coyote, and me had been sorted into the same house. Those Slytherin girls would've tore poor Stupid into shreads! The same went for Sid, although at times, she was capable of taking care of herself.
After a rousing round of Kitty Boxing with Coyote and Tora, I won dibs on the closest seat to Draco Malfoy.
According to American magic schools, even though we were twelve or thirteen, we all had a first through fourth year education, and this registered as our fifth year. When word of our age got 'round, quite a few of the "geniuses" of the school gave us a bit of trouble. Especially that Hermione Granger, who just couldn't understand how a thirteen-year-old could be allowed into fifth year classes. The answer was simple. Problem was, she refused to hear me out. Oh well. . . shut-up or put up, as my dad always says.
Everbody was too quiet. It was the start of term banquet, and I had always imagined the Hall being a bit, I dunno. . . louder. So, I decided to create some noise. I aimed a large wad of paper at the back of Cheamu's head and chucked it as hard as I could. Right as soon as I threw it, I aimed a swift kick at Sid, who sat across from me. Perfect.
Sid yelped out a :very: audible "Oi!!" right as Cheamu turned around and yelled "Hey!" at the top of her lungs. Let the chaos ensue! Sid fell for it, and thought Cheamu had managed to whack her, but Cheamu thought Sid had thrown the wad of paper at her. She uncrumpled the ball of notebook paper and held it up to Sid's eye level.
"Read," Sid ordered. Cheamu turned the paper over. On it was a note reading:
'Haha! U fell for it! That was a great trick, neh? Signed, Lynxey.'
Cheamu gave me the evil eye, but I was laughing too hard to even care. Sid just muttered "arse" under her breath and returned to eating. Well, so much for starting something. But, two minute controversy seems to entertain me. We're all so easily amused.
"Nice trick!" A boy a few seats away said loudly. I leaned forward to see Malfoy smirking. "Maybe you should try that on a Gryffindor. It would be funnier!"
"Riiiiight," I answered back, looking at Sid and Stupid Cousin with a "does it really matter that much?" look.
Stupid Cousin shook her head. "Don't bother, Lynx. You know Kelso would yell at you."
"Kelso doesn't scare me," I said vainly. "Nobody does. Except maybe Cheamu and Hyena. But their insane, so they don't count!" I snatched an untouched chicken leg off Stupid Cousin's plate and proceeded to eat it without a second thought. She retaliated with a whiny "hey!" but grabbed another off of the giant platter in the center of the table.
"You talk brave for a little girl," Malfoy sneered.
"Dude! Yer trippin'!" I snapped at him. He blinked a few times.
"Trippin'?"
"Ya'll got a few issues ya'll needa work out, y'hear?" I said, mimicking my :practiced: southern accent.
He didn't say much to me for the rest of dinner. When we were all dismissed to our houses, I caught up with Kelso and Kayso. We stood a little out of the way while we talked about the different kids we met at our own tables. But I guess Slytherins aren't supposed to talk with Gryffindors. Malfoy took the opportunity to get back at me for saying he was trippin'.
"Well, what's this? A Gryffindor and a Slytherin actually talking :nicely: to each other!? Disgraceful," he muttered.
"F you!" I shouted, whirling around to face him. I found him much closer than expected: right up about two inches from my face, height notwithstanding.
"Oh really?" He had a creepy grin on his face. Aw, Hell! All Slytherins are creepy! Now :I'm: trippin'!
"Such bad language for a little girl," Malfoy scolded.
"You've got two years on me, man, I ain't :that: little!"
"Poor grammar, too," he said, shaking his head. I knew this was a lose-lose situation, so I decided to call a truce. It was the only way I :wouldn't: lose!
"Awright, you got me this time. We even now, y'hear? Truce, dawg?" I muttered, holding out my hand to shake.
Malfoy took it, that oddly unnerving grin still plastered all over his face. "Truce. But that means you can't make fun of me, either. Believe me, I'd much rather have you as a friend than an enemy."
It was chilling. There was no "shaking" involved in this hand shake. He just grabbed it and squeezed until my fingers were red, then let go and stalked off. That kid ain't right, I thought. He just ain't right.
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The common room I found interesting. Pretty, in fact, despite the fact that Katie and me had to half-carry half-drag Stupid Cousin from the Great Hall. She was beat, plain and simple, and so were the other three. Fatigue doesn't really register in my mind, unless a math lesson is involved. So Katie, Sid, and Stupid Cousin sort of walked up the stairs to the dorm. I couldn't sleep. There would have been no way. I can never just :sleep: right after I eat. So I decided to just sit on one of the couches and stare into the abyss and think about the meaning of life, like I always do when I'm bored and don't have a computer or book within easy reach. But, whatever I sat on was capable of talking, because I heard someone hiss "ouch!" when I sat on the longest couch. Looking over to my left, I saw the angry face of Draco Malfoy, contemplating whether or not he should shove me onto the floor. He decided against, obviously, because I remained on the couch. Sorta. I had to move off his legs so he could sit up.
Without thinking, and probably because the heat was beginning to get to me, I pulled off my robes and dropped them in a pile at my feet. Underneath, I was wearing my favorite over-sized golden heart jeans with the shredded ends my hiking boots, which I seemed to wear with everything, and my half- a-size-too-small black Gryffindor shirt. That was brilliant: Gryffindor shirt on the first day. Oh well. . . I'm not exactly the swiftest of people. I sighed as I slid down a bit to stare at the ceiling.
"Gryffindor?" Malfoy asked contemptably.
"I have a Slytherin one, too, but this one looks nicer," I said quietly, closing my eyes. They were sore from having to focus for so long in the dim light of the castle. Dim :blue: light I can handle, dim :yellow: light I can't.
"Sure," he said uncertainly. "You're from America aren't you? What's it like there? I've never been."
"America? It's beautiful, Malfoy. I mean, England is too, but in its own way. America is beautiful, 'cause, well, everything looks so free. There's no order to anything. Nothing seems proper, like it does here. I can't stand order. Grassy fields aren't supposed to have order, y'know?" I laughed quietly. At first, I didn't think I'd miss home, but the truth of the matter was, I actually did. I missed Indiana, even though all it was was corn fields and the like. But. . . it was my :home:, and nothing could change that. "I miss home. There wasn't much to home, but I miss what little there was." I sat up straighter and stared at him with the loneliest expression I could manage. Not sad, just. . . lonely. "I really do," I whispered.
Before I broke down into tears, I tried to change the subject. Anybody smarter would've just got up and left, but I'm an idiot, and I didn't. And I was slow, too. I didn't actually break down and bawl like a baby, but a few tears I couldn't hold in slid down the side of my face. They burned, too. Hot, I thought. I don't know why I thought that, but I guess my brain wasn't working properly, so all I :could: manage to think of was "hot."
I must've struck a cord in Malfoy that nobody had before. I probably :did: look pretty pitiful. And I was in another world, so I didn't have the mind to pull away when he hugged me. I just went limp. Never, I thought. Never before. But, why him? Yes, he's cute, but gods! This kid is mean. Mean to my friends, at any rate.
Little did either of us know was that Nathan Record, one of my worst enemies, whether he knew it or not, was watching. Him and Malfoy hadn't hit it off so good, and now he some sort of grudge against him. Or at least :something: important enough to spy on us for!
Nathan didn't matter, though. I was in heaven. No better. Heaven wouldn't have allowed us to fall asleep together on the couch that night, Malfoy having slid onto his side until he was :sort of: laying down, with me beside him. I lay with my arms tucked up underneath my chin, from some odd, unbreakable habit of sleeping like a cat, and my head buried in Malfoy's chest. By the end of the next day, the entire school would know, although nobody but Nathan realized it at the time. The entire school would know. But, they wouldn't know the truth. Nathan's evil, and he'll stretch the truth to get what he wants.
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Well, folks, whaddya think? Wow. I think that's the longest chapter I've ever written!
This is dedicated to the noble acts of the IHN: I Hate Nathan Club. A club designed specifically for those who wish to have an excuse to say mean and nasty things about Nathan Record. We don't actually :do: anything, we just root up as much embarassing information about Nathan as we can. We have no life.
Don't worry. Malfoy and me will be on a first-name basis in the next chapter!
Chao!
My name is Lynx Gunning, or so they say. That's just what everybody here thinks I was named. I've come here to Hogwarts with several (and when I say several, I :mean: several!) of my friends. Katie, Sid, Tora, Cheamu, Kelso, Lexie, Kayso, Coyote, Hyena, and Christian. But, we had also been stuck with the scourge of Avon Middle School: Nathan Record and Zachary Armentrout. Good gods! What were those rotted teachers thinking!?
Katie, Coyote, Stupid Cousin (Tora), Sid, and me had all been sorted into Slytherin. No big surprise there! Cheamu and Hyena were sorted into Ravenclaw. Kelso and Kayso were sorted into Gryffindor. Christian was the only Hufflepuff. Poor kid. Nathan, better known as Arse, was put into Slytherin with me. That child is pure evil! Zach, also known as Sunshine, was sorted into Hufflepuff. Gods look upon Christian!
Stupid Cousin, at first glance, doesn't look like Slytherin material. And in fact, she isn't. That's why it was a good thing Katie, Coyote, and me had been sorted into the same house. Those Slytherin girls would've tore poor Stupid into shreads! The same went for Sid, although at times, she was capable of taking care of herself.
After a rousing round of Kitty Boxing with Coyote and Tora, I won dibs on the closest seat to Draco Malfoy.
According to American magic schools, even though we were twelve or thirteen, we all had a first through fourth year education, and this registered as our fifth year. When word of our age got 'round, quite a few of the "geniuses" of the school gave us a bit of trouble. Especially that Hermione Granger, who just couldn't understand how a thirteen-year-old could be allowed into fifth year classes. The answer was simple. Problem was, she refused to hear me out. Oh well. . . shut-up or put up, as my dad always says.
Everbody was too quiet. It was the start of term banquet, and I had always imagined the Hall being a bit, I dunno. . . louder. So, I decided to create some noise. I aimed a large wad of paper at the back of Cheamu's head and chucked it as hard as I could. Right as soon as I threw it, I aimed a swift kick at Sid, who sat across from me. Perfect.
Sid yelped out a :very: audible "Oi!!" right as Cheamu turned around and yelled "Hey!" at the top of her lungs. Let the chaos ensue! Sid fell for it, and thought Cheamu had managed to whack her, but Cheamu thought Sid had thrown the wad of paper at her. She uncrumpled the ball of notebook paper and held it up to Sid's eye level.
"Read," Sid ordered. Cheamu turned the paper over. On it was a note reading:
'Haha! U fell for it! That was a great trick, neh? Signed, Lynxey.'
Cheamu gave me the evil eye, but I was laughing too hard to even care. Sid just muttered "arse" under her breath and returned to eating. Well, so much for starting something. But, two minute controversy seems to entertain me. We're all so easily amused.
"Nice trick!" A boy a few seats away said loudly. I leaned forward to see Malfoy smirking. "Maybe you should try that on a Gryffindor. It would be funnier!"
"Riiiiight," I answered back, looking at Sid and Stupid Cousin with a "does it really matter that much?" look.
Stupid Cousin shook her head. "Don't bother, Lynx. You know Kelso would yell at you."
"Kelso doesn't scare me," I said vainly. "Nobody does. Except maybe Cheamu and Hyena. But their insane, so they don't count!" I snatched an untouched chicken leg off Stupid Cousin's plate and proceeded to eat it without a second thought. She retaliated with a whiny "hey!" but grabbed another off of the giant platter in the center of the table.
"You talk brave for a little girl," Malfoy sneered.
"Dude! Yer trippin'!" I snapped at him. He blinked a few times.
"Trippin'?"
"Ya'll got a few issues ya'll needa work out, y'hear?" I said, mimicking my :practiced: southern accent.
He didn't say much to me for the rest of dinner. When we were all dismissed to our houses, I caught up with Kelso and Kayso. We stood a little out of the way while we talked about the different kids we met at our own tables. But I guess Slytherins aren't supposed to talk with Gryffindors. Malfoy took the opportunity to get back at me for saying he was trippin'.
"Well, what's this? A Gryffindor and a Slytherin actually talking :nicely: to each other!? Disgraceful," he muttered.
"F you!" I shouted, whirling around to face him. I found him much closer than expected: right up about two inches from my face, height notwithstanding.
"Oh really?" He had a creepy grin on his face. Aw, Hell! All Slytherins are creepy! Now :I'm: trippin'!
"Such bad language for a little girl," Malfoy scolded.
"You've got two years on me, man, I ain't :that: little!"
"Poor grammar, too," he said, shaking his head. I knew this was a lose-lose situation, so I decided to call a truce. It was the only way I :wouldn't: lose!
"Awright, you got me this time. We even now, y'hear? Truce, dawg?" I muttered, holding out my hand to shake.
Malfoy took it, that oddly unnerving grin still plastered all over his face. "Truce. But that means you can't make fun of me, either. Believe me, I'd much rather have you as a friend than an enemy."
It was chilling. There was no "shaking" involved in this hand shake. He just grabbed it and squeezed until my fingers were red, then let go and stalked off. That kid ain't right, I thought. He just ain't right.
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The common room I found interesting. Pretty, in fact, despite the fact that Katie and me had to half-carry half-drag Stupid Cousin from the Great Hall. She was beat, plain and simple, and so were the other three. Fatigue doesn't really register in my mind, unless a math lesson is involved. So Katie, Sid, and Stupid Cousin sort of walked up the stairs to the dorm. I couldn't sleep. There would have been no way. I can never just :sleep: right after I eat. So I decided to just sit on one of the couches and stare into the abyss and think about the meaning of life, like I always do when I'm bored and don't have a computer or book within easy reach. But, whatever I sat on was capable of talking, because I heard someone hiss "ouch!" when I sat on the longest couch. Looking over to my left, I saw the angry face of Draco Malfoy, contemplating whether or not he should shove me onto the floor. He decided against, obviously, because I remained on the couch. Sorta. I had to move off his legs so he could sit up.
Without thinking, and probably because the heat was beginning to get to me, I pulled off my robes and dropped them in a pile at my feet. Underneath, I was wearing my favorite over-sized golden heart jeans with the shredded ends my hiking boots, which I seemed to wear with everything, and my half- a-size-too-small black Gryffindor shirt. That was brilliant: Gryffindor shirt on the first day. Oh well. . . I'm not exactly the swiftest of people. I sighed as I slid down a bit to stare at the ceiling.
"Gryffindor?" Malfoy asked contemptably.
"I have a Slytherin one, too, but this one looks nicer," I said quietly, closing my eyes. They were sore from having to focus for so long in the dim light of the castle. Dim :blue: light I can handle, dim :yellow: light I can't.
"Sure," he said uncertainly. "You're from America aren't you? What's it like there? I've never been."
"America? It's beautiful, Malfoy. I mean, England is too, but in its own way. America is beautiful, 'cause, well, everything looks so free. There's no order to anything. Nothing seems proper, like it does here. I can't stand order. Grassy fields aren't supposed to have order, y'know?" I laughed quietly. At first, I didn't think I'd miss home, but the truth of the matter was, I actually did. I missed Indiana, even though all it was was corn fields and the like. But. . . it was my :home:, and nothing could change that. "I miss home. There wasn't much to home, but I miss what little there was." I sat up straighter and stared at him with the loneliest expression I could manage. Not sad, just. . . lonely. "I really do," I whispered.
Before I broke down into tears, I tried to change the subject. Anybody smarter would've just got up and left, but I'm an idiot, and I didn't. And I was slow, too. I didn't actually break down and bawl like a baby, but a few tears I couldn't hold in slid down the side of my face. They burned, too. Hot, I thought. I don't know why I thought that, but I guess my brain wasn't working properly, so all I :could: manage to think of was "hot."
I must've struck a cord in Malfoy that nobody had before. I probably :did: look pretty pitiful. And I was in another world, so I didn't have the mind to pull away when he hugged me. I just went limp. Never, I thought. Never before. But, why him? Yes, he's cute, but gods! This kid is mean. Mean to my friends, at any rate.
Little did either of us know was that Nathan Record, one of my worst enemies, whether he knew it or not, was watching. Him and Malfoy hadn't hit it off so good, and now he some sort of grudge against him. Or at least :something: important enough to spy on us for!
Nathan didn't matter, though. I was in heaven. No better. Heaven wouldn't have allowed us to fall asleep together on the couch that night, Malfoy having slid onto his side until he was :sort of: laying down, with me beside him. I lay with my arms tucked up underneath my chin, from some odd, unbreakable habit of sleeping like a cat, and my head buried in Malfoy's chest. By the end of the next day, the entire school would know, although nobody but Nathan realized it at the time. The entire school would know. But, they wouldn't know the truth. Nathan's evil, and he'll stretch the truth to get what he wants.
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Well, folks, whaddya think? Wow. I think that's the longest chapter I've ever written!
This is dedicated to the noble acts of the IHN: I Hate Nathan Club. A club designed specifically for those who wish to have an excuse to say mean and nasty things about Nathan Record. We don't actually :do: anything, we just root up as much embarassing information about Nathan as we can. We have no life.
Don't worry. Malfoy and me will be on a first-name basis in the next chapter!
Chao!