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I must admit that the train ride was fairly un-eventful. In fact, it was downright boring. I wish I hadn't sent my luggage on ahead with Jet. Or at least I wish I hadn't sent my books. Oh well. He's going to be waiting for me in the Owlry at Hogwarts. I sighed.
"Miss Granger, if you sigh one more time I will slice your windpipe open." Snape growled at me. We were in the carriage going up to the school and it had to have been the thirtieth time I sighed. I wonder if it was getting on his nerves?
"Slice open m windpipe? How do you propose to do that?"
"With a knife. Preferably a dull one."
"Why?"
"Because it will hurt more."
"Why?"
"Because sharp objects make a cleaner cut. You should know that from Potions class, or has your brain completely emptied over the summer?"
"I don't know. You tell me."
"From my judgment, it has." Snape said in a dangerous tone. I decided to stop. I glanced out the window to find that we were there.
"We're here." I said cheerfully as we climbed out of the carriage. I walked up the steps and gripped the huge iron door handles. Taking a deep breath, I pulled the doors open.
Walking in I saw Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall waiting for us.
"Ah! Severus, Miss Granger! Here at last." Professor Dumbledore said, smiling. He walked up to me and handed me a small box. I smiled and opened it. Inside was the three trunks I had shrunk and sent ahead with Jet. I smiled. Pulling out the largest of the smallest, the red one, I opened it and looked in. I smiled and sighed.
"My books! All safe and sound." I heard Snape growl. I nearly smiled, remembering.
"Oh! Oops. I sighed again, didn't I? You don't happen to have a knife on you, do you?"
"There is one in my classroom that is sufficiently dull." Snape said in a menacing tone. I could not tell if he was joking or not. I winced slightly. Professor Dumbledore was still smiling.
"Miss Granger, let me show you to your rooms." Professor McGonagall spoke up.
"My rooms?" I asked, puzzled.
"Yes, your rooms. You are Head Girl this year."
"Woah...." Was all I could manage. "Cool."
"And along with all the duties that the position will require, you have your own rooms, bathroom, a personal library, and a permanent pass to check out books from the restricted section." Professor McGonagall said. She turned and walked towards the great staircase. I followed her all the way up, to one of the higher towers. I found that I had the entire top two floors of the tower, plus a roof balcony.
I was simply awed. I quickly resized my trunks and un-packed. I pulled out my books and put them on an appropriately accessible shelf, alphabetizing them by first word of title, as usual. I stood back and scanned them. I grabbed my copy of Where the Sidewalk Ends and sat down to enjoy some good- humored poetry. I needed it after spending the day with Snape. Even if he does have the most awesome motorcycle I've seen since Uncle Louis came for a week three years ago.
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Another chapter! I hope you all like this one as much as you like the first. And before I get notices on how can she be in school is she has her own apartment and all, well, her parents lived there with her, and she lived there for the month after her death. Then the landlord found out that instead of being on an extended second honeymoon like Hermione told him, her parents were dead. So he was a meanie butt and kicked her out. Yeah. And again, I'm SOOOOO glad that people like my story!! R+R PLEASE!
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I must admit that the train ride was fairly un-eventful. In fact, it was downright boring. I wish I hadn't sent my luggage on ahead with Jet. Or at least I wish I hadn't sent my books. Oh well. He's going to be waiting for me in the Owlry at Hogwarts. I sighed.
"Miss Granger, if you sigh one more time I will slice your windpipe open." Snape growled at me. We were in the carriage going up to the school and it had to have been the thirtieth time I sighed. I wonder if it was getting on his nerves?
"Slice open m windpipe? How do you propose to do that?"
"With a knife. Preferably a dull one."
"Why?"
"Because it will hurt more."
"Why?"
"Because sharp objects make a cleaner cut. You should know that from Potions class, or has your brain completely emptied over the summer?"
"I don't know. You tell me."
"From my judgment, it has." Snape said in a dangerous tone. I decided to stop. I glanced out the window to find that we were there.
"We're here." I said cheerfully as we climbed out of the carriage. I walked up the steps and gripped the huge iron door handles. Taking a deep breath, I pulled the doors open.
Walking in I saw Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall waiting for us.
"Ah! Severus, Miss Granger! Here at last." Professor Dumbledore said, smiling. He walked up to me and handed me a small box. I smiled and opened it. Inside was the three trunks I had shrunk and sent ahead with Jet. I smiled. Pulling out the largest of the smallest, the red one, I opened it and looked in. I smiled and sighed.
"My books! All safe and sound." I heard Snape growl. I nearly smiled, remembering.
"Oh! Oops. I sighed again, didn't I? You don't happen to have a knife on you, do you?"
"There is one in my classroom that is sufficiently dull." Snape said in a menacing tone. I could not tell if he was joking or not. I winced slightly. Professor Dumbledore was still smiling.
"Miss Granger, let me show you to your rooms." Professor McGonagall spoke up.
"My rooms?" I asked, puzzled.
"Yes, your rooms. You are Head Girl this year."
"Woah...." Was all I could manage. "Cool."
"And along with all the duties that the position will require, you have your own rooms, bathroom, a personal library, and a permanent pass to check out books from the restricted section." Professor McGonagall said. She turned and walked towards the great staircase. I followed her all the way up, to one of the higher towers. I found that I had the entire top two floors of the tower, plus a roof balcony.
I was simply awed. I quickly resized my trunks and un-packed. I pulled out my books and put them on an appropriately accessible shelf, alphabetizing them by first word of title, as usual. I stood back and scanned them. I grabbed my copy of Where the Sidewalk Ends and sat down to enjoy some good- humored poetry. I needed it after spending the day with Snape. Even if he does have the most awesome motorcycle I've seen since Uncle Louis came for a week three years ago.
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Another chapter! I hope you all like this one as much as you like the first. And before I get notices on how can she be in school is she has her own apartment and all, well, her parents lived there with her, and she lived there for the month after her death. Then the landlord found out that instead of being on an extended second honeymoon like Hermione told him, her parents were dead. So he was a meanie butt and kicked her out. Yeah. And again, I'm SOOOOO glad that people like my story!! R+R PLEASE!