Della wouldn't stop talking while everyone ate the delicious food. "So THEN we decided to watch The Horrifying Gods of the Old West, but Lola didn't want to let us so Thom and I decided to start singing "Lola" until she went away--"
"What's "Lola"?" asked Hermione, listening with interest.
"A really weird song about a crossdresser and this guy she--err, he--meets in a bar and ends up, err--fornicating with," said Seamus off-hand. He started to turn a little red when he said "fornicating".
"What's fornicating?" asked Ron, who looked confused.
"Look it up in the dictionary," Thom replied. "It's spelled S-E-X."
Everyone laughed except Ron, who frowned, and Ginny, who turned a very bright red.
From across the room, Rene noticed Ginny's face. He gazed at her a moment, and for a single nanosecond, his melancholy eyes held a strange sort of spark from within. Rene looked at her glowing orangey hair, her bright brown eyes, her clashing blush and mentally slapped himself. 'Oh well,' he thought. 'I have Linners.'
Then he was elbowed in the stomach by an Asian girl who was talking animatedly to Mynta. "So you're really from the States?" she asked. "That's so cool! Do you know the Moons?"
"Yes," said Mynta. "Renata's in my grade, and Tacita's a bit younger. Do you know the Chongs?"
"They're my cousins."
"Really?" Mynta's eyes lit up in excitement. "They're my cousins, too. On my dad's side. That makes--"
"Us! We're cousins? And we didn't know!" Cho laughed. "My dad's name is Fu. Is your dad Uncle Wei who changed his surname and moved away?"
"Yeah," replied Mynta. "Daddy wanted to be taken seriously and he felt that with an English name like Wynn, he wouldn't be so discriminated against. He shouldn't have, though. I'd like to be Mynta Chang."
Cho hugged her then, finally at peace with the thoughts of what happened to her uncle.
Meanwhile, Bree had gotten into a heated debate with Draco Malfoy, who sat across from her. "What'choo MEAN? I ain't a mudblood, you dirty--"
Draco looked rather ruffled. No one ever dared speak to him this way. This haughty little black girl, this ghetto trash was risking her life by insulting him. He figured he should go extra hard on her. "I am not a dirty anything," he said. "I'm very clean. And I least I speak proper English."
"What'choo mean, I don't talk right?" Bree's chocolate brown eyes narrowed until they were little more than slightly-almond-shaped slits. "I talk just fine, not all high-and-mighty like you're on about--"
"The King's English is not to be insulted!" yelled Draco. His usually sleek, pale hair was flying everywhere in his frustrations. "How DARE you?"
Sharon laughed at this and petted her kitty. Little Buffie was meowing happily at all the yummy fish on her plate. Sharon picked up a sardine and waved it in front of Buffie, who opened her mouth immediately. Sharon dropped it in and giggled, looking across the room. For a moment, she caught the eyes of a boy with bright red hair and a rather large blush. Sharon blushed, too, and waved. He waved back.
A success! Sharon continued to feed Buffie.
Liana was picking at her food somewhat sadly. Why did she have to be seperated from her best friend? She'd be ever so lonely without Mynta. But before she could think more about her desolate situation, the headmaster stood up.
"Hello," he said, "And welcome to our new year. You've already met our exchanges, of course, and I hope you will treat them with all the respect they deserve. I, for those who don't know, am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of the school, and I must introduce the members of staff, for I'm sure you will be seeing a lot of them."
"Oh, this is so exciting!" said Hannah Abbott to Glen. "We're getting a new Head of House, and I can't wait to find out who it is."
"Was the old one hot?" Glen whispered, giggling.
"Not at all. He was really old and short. I hope the new one looks nice, though!"
"Yeah!"
They both erupted into giggles.
"Our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," continued Dumbledore, "is not so new as he is returning. Please welcome back Professor Remus Lupin, who has graciously offered to be our only useful professor in the school after a breif hiatus!"
Professor Lupin stood, his amber eyes shining in delight. His brown-anfd-gray hair was pulled back in a ponytail and someone had evidently taken pity on him and gotten him some new robes.
Everyone cheered. Della leaned over to Thom and whispered, "He looks like he'd like "The New York Demons". Did you bring it?"
"Yeah," Thom replied, holding up a tape.
"Special wizarding version that won't blow up?"
Thom nodded, and Della let out a squeaek of delight. This year was going to be fun!
"Moreover, I'm sure you all have heard about poor Professor Flitwick's demise," said Dumbledore. "He was a victim of heightist bigots. We will all mourn his passing greatly, but in his honour, I have set up the Filius Flitwick Fund. It will give scholarships to opressed short wizards and witches everywhere."
Bree's ears perked up. She certainly wasn't short, but her very little brother was and the Jones family dwas not exactly the Vanderbilts. It was nice to know that people could care for each other, despite differences in height.
"I still think you're a trash talking ass, Malfoy," she said, but in her heart, she felt a small, warm feeling.
"Taking over in Charms is our very own Rubeus Hagrid, who says he really does know what he's doing. Everyone will report to Pink Umbrellas 101 in the morning," said Dumbledore. "And of course, we now need a new Head of House for Hufflepuff. I am pleased to announce, in his first teaching position after his incredible career thus far..."
Everyone looked fascinated.
Thom stopped digging through his collection of B movies.
Glen finished giggling with Hannah.
Rene didn't mope with his falcon.
Sharon absent-mindedly fed herself the anchovie she was holding.
Buffie didn't even notice.
Mynta and Cho stopped hugging and crying and sharing embarrassing family stories.
Della ended her daily Adoration Of The Seamonkeys.
Bree smacked Draco and both of them shut up.
Liana looked anxiously at the Headmaster, praying that the Head would be someone kind.
It was almost as if time had stood still, everyone had become so unmoving.
"The incredible Mr. Wood," finished Dumbledore.
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Della and Bree
"What's "Lola"?" asked Hermione, listening with interest.
"A really weird song about a crossdresser and this guy she--err, he--meets in a bar and ends up, err--fornicating with," said Seamus off-hand. He started to turn a little red when he said "fornicating".
"What's fornicating?" asked Ron, who looked confused.
"Look it up in the dictionary," Thom replied. "It's spelled S-E-X."
Everyone laughed except Ron, who frowned, and Ginny, who turned a very bright red.
From across the room, Rene noticed Ginny's face. He gazed at her a moment, and for a single nanosecond, his melancholy eyes held a strange sort of spark from within. Rene looked at her glowing orangey hair, her bright brown eyes, her clashing blush and mentally slapped himself. 'Oh well,' he thought. 'I have Linners.'
Then he was elbowed in the stomach by an Asian girl who was talking animatedly to Mynta. "So you're really from the States?" she asked. "That's so cool! Do you know the Moons?"
"Yes," said Mynta. "Renata's in my grade, and Tacita's a bit younger. Do you know the Chongs?"
"They're my cousins."
"Really?" Mynta's eyes lit up in excitement. "They're my cousins, too. On my dad's side. That makes--"
"Us! We're cousins? And we didn't know!" Cho laughed. "My dad's name is Fu. Is your dad Uncle Wei who changed his surname and moved away?"
"Yeah," replied Mynta. "Daddy wanted to be taken seriously and he felt that with an English name like Wynn, he wouldn't be so discriminated against. He shouldn't have, though. I'd like to be Mynta Chang."
Cho hugged her then, finally at peace with the thoughts of what happened to her uncle.
Meanwhile, Bree had gotten into a heated debate with Draco Malfoy, who sat across from her. "What'choo MEAN? I ain't a mudblood, you dirty--"
Draco looked rather ruffled. No one ever dared speak to him this way. This haughty little black girl, this ghetto trash was risking her life by insulting him. He figured he should go extra hard on her. "I am not a dirty anything," he said. "I'm very clean. And I least I speak proper English."
"What'choo mean, I don't talk right?" Bree's chocolate brown eyes narrowed until they were little more than slightly-almond-shaped slits. "I talk just fine, not all high-and-mighty like you're on about--"
"The King's English is not to be insulted!" yelled Draco. His usually sleek, pale hair was flying everywhere in his frustrations. "How DARE you?"
Sharon laughed at this and petted her kitty. Little Buffie was meowing happily at all the yummy fish on her plate. Sharon picked up a sardine and waved it in front of Buffie, who opened her mouth immediately. Sharon dropped it in and giggled, looking across the room. For a moment, she caught the eyes of a boy with bright red hair and a rather large blush. Sharon blushed, too, and waved. He waved back.
A success! Sharon continued to feed Buffie.
Liana was picking at her food somewhat sadly. Why did she have to be seperated from her best friend? She'd be ever so lonely without Mynta. But before she could think more about her desolate situation, the headmaster stood up.
"Hello," he said, "And welcome to our new year. You've already met our exchanges, of course, and I hope you will treat them with all the respect they deserve. I, for those who don't know, am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of the school, and I must introduce the members of staff, for I'm sure you will be seeing a lot of them."
"Oh, this is so exciting!" said Hannah Abbott to Glen. "We're getting a new Head of House, and I can't wait to find out who it is."
"Was the old one hot?" Glen whispered, giggling.
"Not at all. He was really old and short. I hope the new one looks nice, though!"
"Yeah!"
They both erupted into giggles.
"Our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," continued Dumbledore, "is not so new as he is returning. Please welcome back Professor Remus Lupin, who has graciously offered to be our only useful professor in the school after a breif hiatus!"
Professor Lupin stood, his amber eyes shining in delight. His brown-anfd-gray hair was pulled back in a ponytail and someone had evidently taken pity on him and gotten him some new robes.
Everyone cheered. Della leaned over to Thom and whispered, "He looks like he'd like "The New York Demons". Did you bring it?"
"Yeah," Thom replied, holding up a tape.
"Special wizarding version that won't blow up?"
Thom nodded, and Della let out a squeaek of delight. This year was going to be fun!
"Moreover, I'm sure you all have heard about poor Professor Flitwick's demise," said Dumbledore. "He was a victim of heightist bigots. We will all mourn his passing greatly, but in his honour, I have set up the Filius Flitwick Fund. It will give scholarships to opressed short wizards and witches everywhere."
Bree's ears perked up. She certainly wasn't short, but her very little brother was and the Jones family dwas not exactly the Vanderbilts. It was nice to know that people could care for each other, despite differences in height.
"I still think you're a trash talking ass, Malfoy," she said, but in her heart, she felt a small, warm feeling.
"Taking over in Charms is our very own Rubeus Hagrid, who says he really does know what he's doing. Everyone will report to Pink Umbrellas 101 in the morning," said Dumbledore. "And of course, we now need a new Head of House for Hufflepuff. I am pleased to announce, in his first teaching position after his incredible career thus far..."
Everyone looked fascinated.
Thom stopped digging through his collection of B movies.
Glen finished giggling with Hannah.
Rene didn't mope with his falcon.
Sharon absent-mindedly fed herself the anchovie she was holding.
Buffie didn't even notice.
Mynta and Cho stopped hugging and crying and sharing embarrassing family stories.
Della ended her daily Adoration Of The Seamonkeys.
Bree smacked Draco and both of them shut up.
Liana looked anxiously at the Headmaster, praying that the Head would be someone kind.
It was almost as if time had stood still, everyone had become so unmoving.
"The incredible Mr. Wood," finished Dumbledore.
A/N: So, d'ya like it? Review or we won't write any more and you won't find out what happens! Please reaview, pleasepleasePLEAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSEEEEEEEE.......
Della and Bree
