~ Neiridea ~
1.
As she waited with the rest of the first years, on the polished wood floor of the great hall, Neiridea cast her amber eyes around the room. She wasn't used to seeing such splendour, or what humans and wizards mistook for splendour. Great table made of mighty wood and adorned with gold plates, thousands of candles, even the air was thick with the sickly arrogant scent of magic and proud power.
As she looked around at the tables, she saw students chattering animatedly about no doubt trivial and unimportant things. The high table containing teachers was mostly quiet; most of them looked anxious, most likely not looking forward to another year of teaching.
Squinting, she started to focus her eyes on more specific groups of students sitting at the four house tables. At the Hufflepuff table, a chubby boy was pompously speaking to a slightly less than rapt audience, one of whom was bewitching a fork to dance around the salt cellar. At the next table along, decorated in what she took to be Gryffindor colours, two red haired boys who looked very similar where hunched over, talking to the small boy in-between them, quite ignoring the fact that he looked petrified as they pressed something into his hands. Everyone at the next table was looking at a group of three students on the end, they all had their wands pointed at each other in what seemed to be a rather heated argument. A ripple of laughter erupted as a small shot of pink bubbles burst from the wand of a girl with dark sleek hair and covered the face of the boy she was pointing her wand at with bubble-gum coloured orbs.
But her eyes lingered longest at the last table, decorated green and silver. Slytherin colours. She cast her eyes on one group especially. Three boys, each came from three of the noblest wizarding families, each having the purest wizard blood. Her amber eyes flashed yellow with a sense of deep loathing. Her mother had told her what to expect form these three. The blonde one seemed to sense her gaze, because he looked at her, and though he wasn't stupid enough to draw attention by looking at her for any length of time, she was quite clear of the message in his eyes.
"Neiridea. Neiridea." she had been ignoring the voice whispering in her ear for the past five minutes. She didn't want to look around; she wanted to continue looking at the fair-haired boy, wanted him to feel her hate.
"Neiridea!" she felt a sharp tug at her robes and felt a seam split at her shoulder. She sighed and turned eyes filled with intense dislike at the boy beside her.
"What?" she hissed, hoping a venomous tone would discourage the boy from talking to her any further.
"We're about to be sorted. just thought you'd like to know." the boy trailed off... discouraged and put out by Neiridea's obvious antipathy.
"I'm not deaf or blind you know!" she hissed back. To tell the truth, she hadn't noticed until right then that students standing grouped around the sorting hat were disappearing. But she wasn't going to admit that.
A tall, formidable looking woman waited until a small boy had fully found a seat at the hufflepuff table before reading out the next name.
"White, Ajax."
The boy ran a hand through his dishevelled, dark black hair, hair that glinted deep bottle green in the light of the candles. He stepped up to the chair, seemed to regard the hat for a second, then sat down and put it on. It seemed he was sitting there for ages, with the stupid looking hat on his head, shoulders hunched over as he clasped his hands tightly in his lap. Neiridea looked away, ashamed of this sham of a child. She only looked away form the fair haired boy when the hat screeched "HUFFLEPUFF!" loudly, and the first table cheered loudly as he descended, grinning, to join the ranks of his new house.
Neiridea rolled her eyes and sighed, pointed at the tear in her robes with her wand and muttered a repairing spell under her breath.
"White, Neiridea."
Picking up the ends of the robes which she had purposely made four inches too long, so that they covered her feet and swept along the floor, she made her way through the five students left standing, waiting to be sorted. She picked up the hat with disdain and sat down gracefully upon the stool.
'You know which house to put me in, Hat. Let's get it over with, Okay?' she thought, knowing that the hat could hear her.
'Ooh; now I'm being given orders by students, hmm? Hark at that, me, so much older than you, and being told what to do. You know, your brother was much nicer than you at telling me where he wanted to go.'
'I know, he's a weak little coward. But if you dare to even contemplate putting me in that imitation of a collective, I will tear you into pieces.'
'You think I haven't received threats before, Neiridea? You're exactly like your father. He had high ideas too.'
'Why thank you Hat. I didn't expect compliments on my first day. But personally, I think I take after my mother much more.'
'You're ruthless, cunning and determined to push yourself above your upbringing. Is there something you're ashamed of hmmm?' she could hear the smirk in the hats voice.
'You silly little scrap of antiquated cloth. When I become head of Hogwarts and ruler of the wizarding world, I will destroy you and your legend. I will personally pick the army of wizards who are to be trained at this school.'
'Fair enough. We all know what this is leading up to, so why don't we just get it over with Neiridea. You never would have done well in Hufflepuff, too vicious, you're not smart enough for Ravenclaw, nor brave enough for Gryffindor, so it'll have to be-'
"SLYTHERIN!"
She stood up without bothering to remove the hat, so it toppled off her head as she moved towards the cheering green table. The hat took this insult slightly, just a whispered word to McGonagall, who shot Neiridea a vicious look.
As she walked towards her table, she saw her brothers face turn red as a third year hufflepuff asked him something, most likely why he and his sister had ended up in such opposite houses. She looked away so that he wouldn't be able to catch her eye, and took a seat next to a small, pretty first year blonde, who was in the process of having the virtues of being in Slytherin house extolled to her by the blonde boy across the table.
"Draco, you always did say more than was needed." She turned to the blonde girl, whose slightly glazed eyes were now flitting back and forth between Draco Malfoy and Neiridea, unsure of whom to look at. "Slytherin contains the noble blood. The other houses do not."
"You should watch who you speak to like that, Neiridea. Don't forget your place in life just because you made it in by a fluke." he said, his eyes narrowed at her from across the table. Both of them had forgotten about the blonde girl.
"You should watch how you speak to me Draco. Let's not get threatening. We both know who holds the cards here. We both know that I threaten your reputation more than you threaten mine." Her hissed words didn't carry far enough for anyone else to hear the threat. Draco went slightly pale, and then slightly pink then returned to his usual colour.
"Quite, Neiridea." He said, shortly. "Let's not get threatening." He turned away from her and started to devour the food on his plate.
Neiridea turned to her own plate. There wasn't anything on the table she would eat, so she poured herself a glass of water and sipped at it, occasionally joining in with the conversation of her fellow housemates to point out a fact or correct them on how one would carry out a spell. But her heart wasn't in it. Her mind was elsewhere, out in the grounds, looking across the lake and waiting for night.
****Okays. Tell me what you think. There's a twist in the story, so at this point don't make assumptions about anything. Tell me if you like it; tell me if you don't like it. Just generally tell me whats on your mind. ****
1.
As she waited with the rest of the first years, on the polished wood floor of the great hall, Neiridea cast her amber eyes around the room. She wasn't used to seeing such splendour, or what humans and wizards mistook for splendour. Great table made of mighty wood and adorned with gold plates, thousands of candles, even the air was thick with the sickly arrogant scent of magic and proud power.
As she looked around at the tables, she saw students chattering animatedly about no doubt trivial and unimportant things. The high table containing teachers was mostly quiet; most of them looked anxious, most likely not looking forward to another year of teaching.
Squinting, she started to focus her eyes on more specific groups of students sitting at the four house tables. At the Hufflepuff table, a chubby boy was pompously speaking to a slightly less than rapt audience, one of whom was bewitching a fork to dance around the salt cellar. At the next table along, decorated in what she took to be Gryffindor colours, two red haired boys who looked very similar where hunched over, talking to the small boy in-between them, quite ignoring the fact that he looked petrified as they pressed something into his hands. Everyone at the next table was looking at a group of three students on the end, they all had their wands pointed at each other in what seemed to be a rather heated argument. A ripple of laughter erupted as a small shot of pink bubbles burst from the wand of a girl with dark sleek hair and covered the face of the boy she was pointing her wand at with bubble-gum coloured orbs.
But her eyes lingered longest at the last table, decorated green and silver. Slytherin colours. She cast her eyes on one group especially. Three boys, each came from three of the noblest wizarding families, each having the purest wizard blood. Her amber eyes flashed yellow with a sense of deep loathing. Her mother had told her what to expect form these three. The blonde one seemed to sense her gaze, because he looked at her, and though he wasn't stupid enough to draw attention by looking at her for any length of time, she was quite clear of the message in his eyes.
"Neiridea. Neiridea." she had been ignoring the voice whispering in her ear for the past five minutes. She didn't want to look around; she wanted to continue looking at the fair-haired boy, wanted him to feel her hate.
"Neiridea!" she felt a sharp tug at her robes and felt a seam split at her shoulder. She sighed and turned eyes filled with intense dislike at the boy beside her.
"What?" she hissed, hoping a venomous tone would discourage the boy from talking to her any further.
"We're about to be sorted. just thought you'd like to know." the boy trailed off... discouraged and put out by Neiridea's obvious antipathy.
"I'm not deaf or blind you know!" she hissed back. To tell the truth, she hadn't noticed until right then that students standing grouped around the sorting hat were disappearing. But she wasn't going to admit that.
A tall, formidable looking woman waited until a small boy had fully found a seat at the hufflepuff table before reading out the next name.
"White, Ajax."
The boy ran a hand through his dishevelled, dark black hair, hair that glinted deep bottle green in the light of the candles. He stepped up to the chair, seemed to regard the hat for a second, then sat down and put it on. It seemed he was sitting there for ages, with the stupid looking hat on his head, shoulders hunched over as he clasped his hands tightly in his lap. Neiridea looked away, ashamed of this sham of a child. She only looked away form the fair haired boy when the hat screeched "HUFFLEPUFF!" loudly, and the first table cheered loudly as he descended, grinning, to join the ranks of his new house.
Neiridea rolled her eyes and sighed, pointed at the tear in her robes with her wand and muttered a repairing spell under her breath.
"White, Neiridea."
Picking up the ends of the robes which she had purposely made four inches too long, so that they covered her feet and swept along the floor, she made her way through the five students left standing, waiting to be sorted. She picked up the hat with disdain and sat down gracefully upon the stool.
'You know which house to put me in, Hat. Let's get it over with, Okay?' she thought, knowing that the hat could hear her.
'Ooh; now I'm being given orders by students, hmm? Hark at that, me, so much older than you, and being told what to do. You know, your brother was much nicer than you at telling me where he wanted to go.'
'I know, he's a weak little coward. But if you dare to even contemplate putting me in that imitation of a collective, I will tear you into pieces.'
'You think I haven't received threats before, Neiridea? You're exactly like your father. He had high ideas too.'
'Why thank you Hat. I didn't expect compliments on my first day. But personally, I think I take after my mother much more.'
'You're ruthless, cunning and determined to push yourself above your upbringing. Is there something you're ashamed of hmmm?' she could hear the smirk in the hats voice.
'You silly little scrap of antiquated cloth. When I become head of Hogwarts and ruler of the wizarding world, I will destroy you and your legend. I will personally pick the army of wizards who are to be trained at this school.'
'Fair enough. We all know what this is leading up to, so why don't we just get it over with Neiridea. You never would have done well in Hufflepuff, too vicious, you're not smart enough for Ravenclaw, nor brave enough for Gryffindor, so it'll have to be-'
"SLYTHERIN!"
She stood up without bothering to remove the hat, so it toppled off her head as she moved towards the cheering green table. The hat took this insult slightly, just a whispered word to McGonagall, who shot Neiridea a vicious look.
As she walked towards her table, she saw her brothers face turn red as a third year hufflepuff asked him something, most likely why he and his sister had ended up in such opposite houses. She looked away so that he wouldn't be able to catch her eye, and took a seat next to a small, pretty first year blonde, who was in the process of having the virtues of being in Slytherin house extolled to her by the blonde boy across the table.
"Draco, you always did say more than was needed." She turned to the blonde girl, whose slightly glazed eyes were now flitting back and forth between Draco Malfoy and Neiridea, unsure of whom to look at. "Slytherin contains the noble blood. The other houses do not."
"You should watch who you speak to like that, Neiridea. Don't forget your place in life just because you made it in by a fluke." he said, his eyes narrowed at her from across the table. Both of them had forgotten about the blonde girl.
"You should watch how you speak to me Draco. Let's not get threatening. We both know who holds the cards here. We both know that I threaten your reputation more than you threaten mine." Her hissed words didn't carry far enough for anyone else to hear the threat. Draco went slightly pale, and then slightly pink then returned to his usual colour.
"Quite, Neiridea." He said, shortly. "Let's not get threatening." He turned away from her and started to devour the food on his plate.
Neiridea turned to her own plate. There wasn't anything on the table she would eat, so she poured herself a glass of water and sipped at it, occasionally joining in with the conversation of her fellow housemates to point out a fact or correct them on how one would carry out a spell. But her heart wasn't in it. Her mind was elsewhere, out in the grounds, looking across the lake and waiting for night.
****Okays. Tell me what you think. There's a twist in the story, so at this point don't make assumptions about anything. Tell me if you like it; tell me if you don't like it. Just generally tell me whats on your mind. ****
