Chapter 6
Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table, glaring at every student that passed by. Most of them had taken to avoiding the Slytherin table as much as possible. Which was exactly what Draco wanted. He didn't need all that filth contaminating his presence. He turned his gaze to the Gryffindor table. Potter and Granger were laughing it up with Weasel and company. He sighed and looked at his plate. Sometimes he wished he had friends who were somewhat intelligent. Friends who comprehended the sarcastic comments he was always making. Crabbe and Goyle were great bodyguards, but as friends? Well, not so much, owing mostly to their stupidity. They'd never be in the same league. "Ah, well," he said to himself and heaving another sigh, he turned back to scouting the great hall. Then he caught sight of her. Those bright blue eyes staring fixedly at him, her eyebrows arched in surprise. He grinned and waved, but she just shook her head and turned back to her table. He watched her, completely lost in her beauty. She was laughing at some joke Cho Chang had made, who was sitting beside her. "She looks so gorgeous when she laughs." He couldn't help but think, and in spite of himself he smiled. Draco, however, did not seem to be the only one captivated by the enchanting stranger.
********************************************** Fred had sat, staring, at the black haired girl since the feast had begun. He was enchanted by her porcelain features, her searching sapphire eyes, and her ebony cascade of silky hair. He hadn't the slightest clue of her name, or anything else about her but he desperately wanted to find out. His rapture had given his face a glazed look, and he was totally preoccupied with thoughts of her. There was just something about her. "Fred! Yoo-hoo! Fred! Its time to go." Fred moved out of his seat and followed the other Gryffindors up seven flights of stairs and into the common room. He trudged up the second spiral staircase and into the boy's dormitories. Pulling his bed hangings closed, he fell into a peaceful sleep.
*********************************************** George awoke the next morning feeling clean and refreshed, but with a dark cloud looming over him. He couldn't bring himself to look at Fred's closed bed hangings. Groggily he donned his school robes. He followed the other Gryffindors, half asleep, to the Great Hall for the morning meal. He sat down and helped himself to a muffin. "Hey George." said Katie, scooting into the empty seat beside him. "Morning." he replied, looking up from buttering the muffin. Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson slid into seats opposite them. "So, have you got your new schedules yet?" asked Alicia, leaning over the table to reach the scrambled eggs. "Yeah. We have McGonagall first today." said George. Just then, Fred entered the Great Hall. George cringed inwardly and his insides gave a guilty squirm, he still hadn't made up with Fred and he wondered if his twin would still be cold towards him. To his surprise, Fred smiled and waved amiably before seating himself in the empty seat to George's left. Grinning good-naturedly at Alicia and Angelina, Fred proceeded to pile bacon, eggs, and toast onto his plate. Why in the world was Fred so happy? George thought. He wasn't complaining, he'd much rather have a happy Fred than an angry one. "Oy, Fred, over here." Gorge whispered to Fred. Fred rose, still smiling, and walked over to where George was standing, a short way away from the table. "Fred, um, are you still mad at me?" whispered George. Fred looked shocked. "Of course not. I never was mad at you." "Y-You're not? I mean, you weren't?" "No." and leaving George to his thoughts, Fred strode back to the table and resumed eating. George, taken aback at first, followed quickly behind him. "What was that all about?" asked Angelina earnestly, ready for some juicy gossip. Fred and George glanced at each other. "Nothing." Angelina raised an eyebrow and whispered something in Alicia's ear. Alicia giggled, and then attempted to stifle them with a hand over her mouth. Katie leaned across the table and Angelina whispered in her ear too. She clapped a hand across her mouth and stared wide-eyed at the twins, a smile peeking at the corners of her mouth. George shrugged and Fred muttered something that sounded a lot like, "Girls, can't live with em' , can't live without em'"
************************************************ Further down the table, Ginny was rearranging the scrambled eggs on her plate with her fork, oblivious to the other students around her. Actually, it seemed like her head was always in the clouds. Somehow, Ginny liked la la land much better than reality. And who could blame her? Reality could be harsh and cruel; Ginny's fantasy realm was all bliss and dreams. Which was probably why she was always escaping to it. A pinch brought her back to bitter reality. "Owww." she moaned, rubbing her arm vigorously. "Who did that?" her question was met with silence. Hurriedly she glanced at her watch, realizing with a jolt that she was late for potions. Professor Snape would kill her! Or worse, subtract points from Gryffindor, one of his favorite hobbies. Grabbing her books, she dashed down the deserted corridor. "Today we will be testing our shrinking potions." Professor Snape was saying to the class. He turned abruptly when Ginny flew through the door. "What exactly are you playing at, Miss Weasley, showing up late?" he snarled. Several Slytherins snickered. "Fifty points from Gryffindor." The snickers increased. "And if you're late again it'll be detention and fifty points." Ginny winced, fifty points! She was doing great, losing fifty points before school had barely started. Quickly she found her seat in the back of the room. "Now, as I was saying," he paused and glared at Ginny, " We are going to use these rats to test our shrinking potions." He held a wriggling scrawny black rat up by its tail. Alice Quimby let out a shriek from her seat beside Ginny as Snape produced a rectangular cage full of squirming black rats. The class got out their cauldrons and potions as Snape passed out rats to everyone. A particularly scrawny rat was placed in front of Alice and Ginny. "Ew, what an Endy." Said Alice when she saw it, wrinkling up her nose. "Excuse me, a what?" questioned Ginny, looking at her quizzically. "An Endy! You know, lab rat?" "Oh." Said Ginny, though she was still confused. (A/N: If don't get this, which you probably don't, its an inside joke, so don't worry. LOL Leah) Alice administered her potion to the "Endy" , producing a sizzling sound, and causing the rat to shrink to half its original size. They watched with baited breath as Professor Snape inspected their rat. After a close inspection, he christened it too large. Alice scowled. "It's not fair! He said all the Slytherin's rats were fine, and their's are bigger than ours!" Ginny surveyed the Slytherin's rats with mild interest. Alice was actually right. Nearly all the Slytherin's rats were larger than their's, but Snape had already pronounced their's "perfect" while Ginny and Alice's rat looked forlorn and diminished on the tabletop. "What are we going to do?" Alice moaned, putting her face in her hands.
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Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table, glaring at every student that passed by. Most of them had taken to avoiding the Slytherin table as much as possible. Which was exactly what Draco wanted. He didn't need all that filth contaminating his presence. He turned his gaze to the Gryffindor table. Potter and Granger were laughing it up with Weasel and company. He sighed and looked at his plate. Sometimes he wished he had friends who were somewhat intelligent. Friends who comprehended the sarcastic comments he was always making. Crabbe and Goyle were great bodyguards, but as friends? Well, not so much, owing mostly to their stupidity. They'd never be in the same league. "Ah, well," he said to himself and heaving another sigh, he turned back to scouting the great hall. Then he caught sight of her. Those bright blue eyes staring fixedly at him, her eyebrows arched in surprise. He grinned and waved, but she just shook her head and turned back to her table. He watched her, completely lost in her beauty. She was laughing at some joke Cho Chang had made, who was sitting beside her. "She looks so gorgeous when she laughs." He couldn't help but think, and in spite of himself he smiled. Draco, however, did not seem to be the only one captivated by the enchanting stranger.
********************************************** Fred had sat, staring, at the black haired girl since the feast had begun. He was enchanted by her porcelain features, her searching sapphire eyes, and her ebony cascade of silky hair. He hadn't the slightest clue of her name, or anything else about her but he desperately wanted to find out. His rapture had given his face a glazed look, and he was totally preoccupied with thoughts of her. There was just something about her. "Fred! Yoo-hoo! Fred! Its time to go." Fred moved out of his seat and followed the other Gryffindors up seven flights of stairs and into the common room. He trudged up the second spiral staircase and into the boy's dormitories. Pulling his bed hangings closed, he fell into a peaceful sleep.
*********************************************** George awoke the next morning feeling clean and refreshed, but with a dark cloud looming over him. He couldn't bring himself to look at Fred's closed bed hangings. Groggily he donned his school robes. He followed the other Gryffindors, half asleep, to the Great Hall for the morning meal. He sat down and helped himself to a muffin. "Hey George." said Katie, scooting into the empty seat beside him. "Morning." he replied, looking up from buttering the muffin. Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson slid into seats opposite them. "So, have you got your new schedules yet?" asked Alicia, leaning over the table to reach the scrambled eggs. "Yeah. We have McGonagall first today." said George. Just then, Fred entered the Great Hall. George cringed inwardly and his insides gave a guilty squirm, he still hadn't made up with Fred and he wondered if his twin would still be cold towards him. To his surprise, Fred smiled and waved amiably before seating himself in the empty seat to George's left. Grinning good-naturedly at Alicia and Angelina, Fred proceeded to pile bacon, eggs, and toast onto his plate. Why in the world was Fred so happy? George thought. He wasn't complaining, he'd much rather have a happy Fred than an angry one. "Oy, Fred, over here." Gorge whispered to Fred. Fred rose, still smiling, and walked over to where George was standing, a short way away from the table. "Fred, um, are you still mad at me?" whispered George. Fred looked shocked. "Of course not. I never was mad at you." "Y-You're not? I mean, you weren't?" "No." and leaving George to his thoughts, Fred strode back to the table and resumed eating. George, taken aback at first, followed quickly behind him. "What was that all about?" asked Angelina earnestly, ready for some juicy gossip. Fred and George glanced at each other. "Nothing." Angelina raised an eyebrow and whispered something in Alicia's ear. Alicia giggled, and then attempted to stifle them with a hand over her mouth. Katie leaned across the table and Angelina whispered in her ear too. She clapped a hand across her mouth and stared wide-eyed at the twins, a smile peeking at the corners of her mouth. George shrugged and Fred muttered something that sounded a lot like, "Girls, can't live with em' , can't live without em'"
************************************************ Further down the table, Ginny was rearranging the scrambled eggs on her plate with her fork, oblivious to the other students around her. Actually, it seemed like her head was always in the clouds. Somehow, Ginny liked la la land much better than reality. And who could blame her? Reality could be harsh and cruel; Ginny's fantasy realm was all bliss and dreams. Which was probably why she was always escaping to it. A pinch brought her back to bitter reality. "Owww." she moaned, rubbing her arm vigorously. "Who did that?" her question was met with silence. Hurriedly she glanced at her watch, realizing with a jolt that she was late for potions. Professor Snape would kill her! Or worse, subtract points from Gryffindor, one of his favorite hobbies. Grabbing her books, she dashed down the deserted corridor. "Today we will be testing our shrinking potions." Professor Snape was saying to the class. He turned abruptly when Ginny flew through the door. "What exactly are you playing at, Miss Weasley, showing up late?" he snarled. Several Slytherins snickered. "Fifty points from Gryffindor." The snickers increased. "And if you're late again it'll be detention and fifty points." Ginny winced, fifty points! She was doing great, losing fifty points before school had barely started. Quickly she found her seat in the back of the room. "Now, as I was saying," he paused and glared at Ginny, " We are going to use these rats to test our shrinking potions." He held a wriggling scrawny black rat up by its tail. Alice Quimby let out a shriek from her seat beside Ginny as Snape produced a rectangular cage full of squirming black rats. The class got out their cauldrons and potions as Snape passed out rats to everyone. A particularly scrawny rat was placed in front of Alice and Ginny. "Ew, what an Endy." Said Alice when she saw it, wrinkling up her nose. "Excuse me, a what?" questioned Ginny, looking at her quizzically. "An Endy! You know, lab rat?" "Oh." Said Ginny, though she was still confused. (A/N: If don't get this, which you probably don't, its an inside joke, so don't worry. LOL Leah) Alice administered her potion to the "Endy" , producing a sizzling sound, and causing the rat to shrink to half its original size. They watched with baited breath as Professor Snape inspected their rat. After a close inspection, he christened it too large. Alice scowled. "It's not fair! He said all the Slytherin's rats were fine, and their's are bigger than ours!" Ginny surveyed the Slytherin's rats with mild interest. Alice was actually right. Nearly all the Slytherin's rats were larger than their's, but Snape had already pronounced their's "perfect" while Ginny and Alice's rat looked forlorn and diminished on the tabletop. "What are we going to do?" Alice moaned, putting her face in her hands.
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