Welcome back my people!
Today I have six hours of free time!
So, all of my stories are getting updated.
The Elf: Including mine?
Yes, even yours.
The Elf: Yay! -does the Happy Elf Dance -
O.o;;
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When the room began to quiet down, and Harry finally stopped blinking, he decided now was probably the best time to talk to Autumn. So down the hall he went, searching for her. He hoped she hadn't gone into the Slytherin common room; he doubted the password was still the same, given the fact that it had been three years since he had last been there.
Round the school he went, up staircases and down hallways, until he heard a door shut just ahead of him. He quickened his pace, and he was soon in front of the door. He had his hand on the knob, and was about to enter, when he heard a faint sound from inside. It was nothing like he had ever heard before, and he didn't understand it at all. This sound was a bit like music, very LOUD music, mind you, but music just the same. Harry shrugged, turned the handle, and pushed open the door.
He seemed to be inside an old classroom. And there sat Autumn, sitting by a stone wall. She seemed to be listening to some sort of music; Harry could see her headphones. (Now most wizards probably wouldn't know what headphones are, but you must remember, he HAS lived with muggles for quite a bit of time.) She was facing a small window on the opposing wall, her eyes closed.
Harry quietly shut the door, and stepped over to her. She didn't seem to notice, so he lightly tapped her on the shoulder. Her eyes shot open, and she turned around so quickly that Harry could have sworn she had gotten whiplash. Autumn looked at him, blinked a few times, and then came back to reality. She switched off her music, and set it down beside her.
"Um, yes?" she said looking back at him. Harry blushed.
"Well," he began, "I just wanted to...talk to you."
"Talk about what, Harry?"
"Well, I don't really know how to explain this...but, do you know anything about Slytherin?" he asked nervously.
"I know that they have bad teeth, and aren't very polite to girls."
"Other than that. Like what kind of people are in that house?" Autumn shook her head. "No,"
"Well, as you already know, most of them aren't very nice. The house you're in is decided upon by judging your personality, and..."
Autumn cut in. "But, I'm not like that! How could this happen?"
Harry sighed. "I was hoping you could tell me."
Autumn got up, stretched, and picked up her music. "I don't know," she said, "but I'm going to find out. See ya Harry!" And with that, she walked out of the room and down the hall. Harry then noticed she'd left something behind. It appeared to be a CD of some sort. But Autumn was already long gone, so he just put it in his robe's pocket, and headed out the door.
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-watches The Elf continue his happy dance-
That's...lovely.
Oliver: I don't like you spending so much time with him!
What, are you jealous?
Oliver: Jealous? Of HIM? -falls on the floor-
The Elf: Why SHOULDN'T he be?
Good point...
Oliver: HEY!!
Keep them reviews a commin'!
Today I have six hours of free time!
So, all of my stories are getting updated.
The Elf: Including mine?
Yes, even yours.
The Elf: Yay! -does the Happy Elf Dance -
O.o;;
****************************
When the room began to quiet down, and Harry finally stopped blinking, he decided now was probably the best time to talk to Autumn. So down the hall he went, searching for her. He hoped she hadn't gone into the Slytherin common room; he doubted the password was still the same, given the fact that it had been three years since he had last been there.
Round the school he went, up staircases and down hallways, until he heard a door shut just ahead of him. He quickened his pace, and he was soon in front of the door. He had his hand on the knob, and was about to enter, when he heard a faint sound from inside. It was nothing like he had ever heard before, and he didn't understand it at all. This sound was a bit like music, very LOUD music, mind you, but music just the same. Harry shrugged, turned the handle, and pushed open the door.
He seemed to be inside an old classroom. And there sat Autumn, sitting by a stone wall. She seemed to be listening to some sort of music; Harry could see her headphones. (Now most wizards probably wouldn't know what headphones are, but you must remember, he HAS lived with muggles for quite a bit of time.) She was facing a small window on the opposing wall, her eyes closed.
Harry quietly shut the door, and stepped over to her. She didn't seem to notice, so he lightly tapped her on the shoulder. Her eyes shot open, and she turned around so quickly that Harry could have sworn she had gotten whiplash. Autumn looked at him, blinked a few times, and then came back to reality. She switched off her music, and set it down beside her.
"Um, yes?" she said looking back at him. Harry blushed.
"Well," he began, "I just wanted to...talk to you."
"Talk about what, Harry?"
"Well, I don't really know how to explain this...but, do you know anything about Slytherin?" he asked nervously.
"I know that they have bad teeth, and aren't very polite to girls."
"Other than that. Like what kind of people are in that house?" Autumn shook her head. "No,"
"Well, as you already know, most of them aren't very nice. The house you're in is decided upon by judging your personality, and..."
Autumn cut in. "But, I'm not like that! How could this happen?"
Harry sighed. "I was hoping you could tell me."
Autumn got up, stretched, and picked up her music. "I don't know," she said, "but I'm going to find out. See ya Harry!" And with that, she walked out of the room and down the hall. Harry then noticed she'd left something behind. It appeared to be a CD of some sort. But Autumn was already long gone, so he just put it in his robe's pocket, and headed out the door.
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-watches The Elf continue his happy dance-
That's...lovely.
Oliver: I don't like you spending so much time with him!
What, are you jealous?
Oliver: Jealous? Of HIM? -falls on the floor-
The Elf: Why SHOULDN'T he be?
Good point...
Oliver: HEY!!
Keep them reviews a commin'!