By: Milah Luciana Merverosa
A/N: Hey Hey!!! I'm getting better with this paragraph spacing, but if things still look a bit off-colour, I apologize! Please Read and Review! Oh, and the only thing that I own is Milah, and the plot. Everything else goes to Rowling the Magnificent! Kudos to you, Ma'am!
~Milah Luciana Merverosa
* ** *
Chapter three
Hours went by as I quietly sat on my luggage, waiting for my guide to show. In fear of missing the train, I boarded and found an empty compartment. I sat quietly, opening a bag of knitting that I had been working on. Students were rushing excitedly past, chatting about the new year. One particular conversation made me smile.
"Did you hear that old Flitwick retired?"
"No way! Who did they get to replace him?"
"Nobody seems to know, but I bet that it's another old and wrinkly midget…"
Now, by my standards, I'm not old and wrinkly, and I'm most certainly not a midget! Just then, a young girl burst into my compartment. She looked familiar… It was the girl that knocked me over! Fancy that…
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't know that this one was taken. Hang on! I remember you-- but why?"
As fun as it would have been to watch her squirm, I raised my hand to stop her from speaking. "It's quite alright. I'm sure you've heard gossip about me already. I'm aware of how quickly news passes through Hogwarts, especially interesting news." I placed my knitting aside to talk to her more formally. "My name is Milah Luciana Merverosa, and I am your new Charms Professor. What's your name?"
The look of sheer horror was upon her face. "Uh-uh... uh…" She stammered, "My name is Hermione. Hermione Granger. You aren't upset, are you?"
I laughed heartily, much to her relief. "No dear, I'm not upset in the least. It's rather nice to have someone in here. I was supposed to meet someone on the Express to fill me in with my new duties, but they didn't show."
"Well, usually the train is only for students. Not that I'm unhappy you're here, or anything." Hermione turned white as a sheet. I could tell that she was mortified that I would fail her!
"I've been told this, and I wouldn't be here if things hadn't been so sudden." I resumed knitting.
"What are you making, Professor?" Young Hermione looked at me with quizzical eyes. "I've only seen knitting a few times in my life, and you're the first person that I've seen do it by hand."
"Someday this will be an afghan. It's a large blanket of sorts." I picked it up proudly displaying the gray and green artwork.
"Why'd you choose those colours?" She gazed nearly horrified at the afghan. "It is beautiful though...." 'nice save Hermione...' she thought to herself. "Can I touch it?"
"Certainly! Touch away."
*~*~*~*~*~(F/B) *~*~*~*~*~
Upon her arrival at her new school, she was greeted by Headmaster Dumbledore. "Hello Milah. It's nice to meet you. Are you ready to be sorted into your house? We will sort you at the same time as the first years, only you will receive a special introduction because of your peculiar situation." He spoke perfect Italian.
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Professor, my English is not too good. Could someone help me make it better?"
He looked at me sadly. "Ah, I knew language would be a barrier, and I was prepared for this. While no one but me can speak Italian, I have asked that teachers recruit a student to help you. It will be confidential, of course, and no one is going to think that you're dumb." His eyes twinkled as he smiled. "You worry too much for such a young woman. Keep that up, and you'll look old, like me! I've got you all taken care of. Let's get you into a house." He led me down the long corridors to my fate.
*****(Present day)*****
"Professor?"
I had lost myself in memories, again! "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"What made you choose those colours?"
"I suppose that I simply wanted to display a bit of house loyalty." I smiled as realization hit her.
"You mean-- You were a Slytherin!"
*** *
A/N: I know, it's short. Sorry! I do hope that someone
stumbles upon this to read it. What do you think? I'll never know if you don't review...
Even if it's short because it's the only way I know that people are reading.
Check out a picture of Milah on the link at my author page. Check out my Live
Journal too!
Keep reviewing! I love it when people comment... Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy
inside!
*winks*
Later babes!
~Milah