Chapter 3
As they entered the room, they saw zebras of many colors; elephants of different furs, and what caught their amazement even more was how it seemed that everything matched with the feeling of the room. The food, that was placed over the silk clothe on the table, came, it seemed, from different countries. Pizza from Italy, borsch from Russia, escargot from France, and even tacos from Mexico. "What a delight everyone thought. And as they all seated, a group of people started to dance, to what seemed like Latin music.
"I hope you all enjoy this," Christian said in a very calm voice. "This maybe the only time you will be this delighted in five months. So, eat until your full, and talk until you mouth is dry, then drink some juice from the land down under."
Everyone, in delight, looked at the food and started to stuff their faces, but of course Harry Potter had some kind of question (it wouldn't be Harry Potter without the questions.)
"Ah? Mr. Coulson," Harry said confusingly.
"Please, Harry, call me Christian," Christian said happily.
"Okay, Christian. I was kind of curious. What do you do for a living?"
"Well, I travel around the world researching how other wizards in the world live."
"Wow! What an amazing job!" Hermoine said admiringly.
"Look! Granger is falling in love with Coulson," Malfoy said teasingly.
"I am not!" Hermoine argued.
"That is okay. I understand how you feel, for I have the same feeling for you." Christian said.
"Really? Wow!" Hermoine said dreamily.
"Please," Erin thought to herself. "How dumb can this possibly get? It is so obvious that Hermoine and Christian are going to fall in love with each other. But it is sad. I mean I kind of like Christian too. Well, now I have a reason to kill Hermoine. Instead of just telling everyone I killed her because she was stupid, now I can tell them it was because she is stupid and took my guy. Oh, they won't last long."
As Erin was saying all this, she spotted Harry looking at her dreamily. As soon as she noticed that she quickly turned away, and listened to what Christian was talking about.
"Well, I also studied arts at school, like Da Vinci and Michelangelo."
"Hey, aren't those muggles," Ron called out, happy that he finally understood something.
"Yes, they are, but I wanted to learn why muggles are so interested of nudes and paintings of some woman."
"Oh, well, you can just ask Harry. He knows all about them," Malfoy said in a sneer.
"I do not! Malfoy shut up," Harry argued back.
"Everyone! This is not the day to argue! We have more important stuff to talk about. Well, lets see. Why don't you all tell me about yourself," Christian said politely. "Harry you start.
"Oh, I can tell you about him. He is stupid, and is popular for having a stupid scar on his forehead," Malfoy said.
"Malfoy! He asked me. Well, my parents died a long time ago, and I didn't find out I was a wizard until I was 11," Harry said. He went on telling about his struggle with the Dursleys, and he even talked about his scar some more.
"That was the most boring story I have ever heard," Malfoy said yawning.
"Erin, why don't you tell us about yourself," Christian said eying her.
Everyone looked at her, curious to what she was going to say, since she never talked. The only thing they ever heard about her was that she was from Russia. They all listened attentively. Then Erin started to talk about her past.
