Chapter 2: The French Invasion of Hogwarts
During breakfast the next morning, the Weasley, Potter, and Granger end of the table was invaded by the three Beaux Batons rejects. Raye and Ron were both groggy-looking, while Chelsea giggled as Nigel, Tori's tawny owl, hopped up and down on Tori's head. The owl had dazzling green eyes, and it was brown with black spots, and two black tufts on either side of its head. They were all looking at their schedules for the day, and it didn't seem at all exciting. They had Divination and History of magic in the morning and Double potions in the afternoon.
"Oh no!", said Harry and Ron together as they read over the schedule. "I don't think it's that bad", said Raye, eyeing the schedule. " Yes, but you haven't met all our teachers yet", moaned Ron. "Ron, you shouldn't complain so much, and at least you have Quidditch, Harry", said Hermione. Tori froze in the middle of eating her bacon and eggs. Quidditch was the one thing Tori looked forward to in school, and now it was gone. She had been the team's second Beater in Beauxbatons, and she was darn good at it.
She noticed Raye was daydreaming too, she had been the team's Seeker and had beaten all the school's records.
Without even thinking about it, she asked Harry , " Who's on your team, Harry?"
Harry looked taken aback, but told her. "Well", he said, " I'm the Gryffindor seeker, Fred and George are the Beaters, Katie Bell is a Chaser, Angelina Johnson's captain and Chaser, and Ron's our new Keeper.
Raye looked up and smiled at Ron, who turned a bright shade of magenta.
"Our first game's in a few days," said Harry.
"I see, man, I wish I would have come earlier maybe I would have got on the team," said Raye, frowning, and looking a bit dismayed.
"In my opinion Quidditch is pointless! Who cares about a stupid game?" exclaimed Hermione and Chelsea in unison.
She looked around the table, and now everyone had stopped chewing and were
glaring at them.
"Chelsea, what did I say about you caring about nothing but BOYS! Huh?" said Torrence.
"Quidditch is awesome, so keep your mouth shut, before you get visited by ANOTHER angry mob," muttered Raye.
"Actually, I don't always think about boys, I just think about them more than you guys", said Chelsea defensively. "And at least boys think about me back", she added, her voice turning suddenly cold.
Raye opened her mouth, "I never think about boys the way YOU do!" and fell silent once more. Ron glared at Chelsea, until the bell rang for class.
Raye and Tori followed Ron, Harry, and Hermione out of the Hall and towards the dungeon, while Chelsea stomped off to find Neville.
"I think that Chelsea only thinks about one boy these days", said Raye looking back over her shoulder towards the Hall.
"Not for long," Raye muttered.
"You're at each other's throats more than Ron and Hermione, though I though that was impossible," exclaimed Harry.
"She's part Veela and she's French, what do you expect?" replied Raye.
"Well, aren't you all?" asked Harry.
"Part Veela?" Raye said, confused.
"No, French," Harry said, getting impatient, his temper rising.
"No, I'm...I...don't really know..." said Raye trailing off, leaving Ron and Harry puzzled.
"She's traveled around so much, she doesn't even know where she came from anymore...and she has no parents to ask...killed by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named," Tori, explained, shaking her head, and looking at Raye sadly.
"Her parents were killed by Lord Voldemort-" he stopped, seeing the reactions to him saying Voldemort's name out loud. Hermione had covered her ears and flinched, while reading. Ron looked as if he had just seen his greatest fear, spiders.
"Yeah, anyway, I'm Irish, hence the name O' Sullivan and the leprechaun background," Tori said quickly.
Harry continued, "My parents were killed by Lord Voldemort, too."
"Duh, you're Harry Potter," replied Tori, hastily, not liking the topic and having winced at the sound of Voldemort's name.
Raye looked as if she had been hit with a wooden mallet.
"Which is why I'm determined to avenge their deaths," she proclaimed, looking around the cold dungeons, where Snape's class was to be held, "That's why I got expelled. We could all be a team, Harry-"
"That is so not why you got expelled, you were "mischievous little children", just like Chelsea and I," said Torrence, rolling her eyes.
Madame Maxime at Beauxbatons, had always treated her students like little children, and had treated the troublesome trio of Tori, Chelsea, and Raye the worst.
"Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever," Raye muttered, shuddering at the thought of the Beauxbatons headmistress as she walked into Snape's "classroom."
Snape's classroom was in the dank, dark dungeons of Hogwarts. He was the type of teacher who didn't like the chirp of birds and the fragrant flowers. He was one of the worst teachers at Hogwarts, according to Harry, Ron, and most of the other Gryffindors. Snape had a favoritism to his house, the Slytherin House, so the Slytherins were the only ones who enjoyed his class.
Ron quickly sat next to Raye, but made it look like he was already going for the seat, and had in no way chosen the seat, because Raye was there. Neville was already sitting with Chelsea. Hermione sat by Tori, and Harry stood there for a moment, amazed that he, Harry Potter, had nowhere to sit. He then saw an open seat by Lavender Brown, and sat down. Lavender had a unpleasant look on her face, as she scooted away from Harry, thinking he was the nutcase the Daily Prophet said he was.
Harry looked around to see that there was no Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Crabbe, Goyle, or the rest of the Slytherins. Harry let out a sigh of relief, but then he heard the annoying laugh of Malfoy.
"So, Weasley, got yourself a rebel girlfriend, eh?" Malfoy said, seeing Ron, who was sitting with Raye.
"Are you Canadian? No, I don't think so, what's with 'eh', anyway, wipe that ugly sneer off your face before I-" responded Raye, but was stopped by Professor Snape.
"I would advise you not threaten my students, Ms. Estrange, unless you would like to have a detention with me writing lines. I could always borrow Professor Umbridge's pen. Would you like to test how unpleasant writing lines could be?" Snape asked, knowing that she had no idea about how cruel Professor Umbridge's detentions were.
Harry glared at Snape, and warned Raye that she shouldn't risk getting such a detention, having served detention with Professor Umbridge.
"If you tell your student to staple his ugly Canadian mouth shut, then I won't have any need to say anything will I?" said Raye.
"I see why you got expelled...tell me, are you right or left-handed?" asked Snape.
"Either, so when shall I start my detentions?" she said, smiling cockily.
"Two weeks, starting Monday at 4:30. Maybe if you eat half your dinner, then you won't have enough energy to talk," said Snape.
"Impossible, anyway, I'll just eat faster," Raye said mockingly.
"4:00! Now be quiet for the rest of class, unless you wish to be expelled from yet another school," Snape said, now with a nasty smile on his face.
Ron had a very surprised look on his face, and he looked at Raye who smirked. The rest of the class was also surprised and they were whispering to each other. Harry was horrified that yet another student had to put up with such a detention.
"Silence!" yelled Snape, now in a bad mood, from having such a battle with a student.
For the rest of the lesson, the students worked in silence. Neville and Chelsea's silencing potion was the only thing that made any noise, costing Gryffindor 10 points.
When the bell rang, signaling lunch, everyone filed out of the classroom rather quickly.
"Wow, that was fast. Not!" said Chelsea to Neville, who nodded. They were both very relieved at the fact that they were out of Potions class.
Chelsea walked beside Neville, with a dreamy expression on her face, as she looked at the back of Malfoy's blonde head.
"You can't like HIM!" Tori exclaimed, stunned. Tori opened her mouth to speak again , but was interrupted as she heard a clunk as her owl Nigel, hit a window hard. Then, after finding an open window, the adorable Tawny owl came flying around the corner and flew into Malfoy's head. Malfoy letting out a shout in disgust and running down the hall.
"Your bird has a seriously bad sense of direction," said Raye.
"Not nearly as bad as yours," commented Chelsea.
"Shut your face, Chelsea," exclaimed Raye.
"Raye, calm down before you set another thing on fire at this school," warned Tori, aware of Raye's fiery temper, and her attitude problem.
"Don't make me hurt you. I may set fire to you, right after Chelsea is nice and charred!" muttered Raye.
They walked into the Great hall and sat down at their usual seats at the Gryffindor table. They ate in a very tense mood, Tori looking nervously from Raye to Chelsea, until Fred and George came over to do business. Hermione stuck her face in a book and Ron looked as though he was too scared to speak.
" So, are you guys going to ever going make-up," said Ron despairing after what seemed an eternity.
" I'm afraid if I speak, something very bad will happen," muttered Raye through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, it seems Raye has a problem controlling her temper," said Chelsea, looking up from her un-touched plate of food.
Tori came back to her seat at the table with a very secretive look on her face.
"Did you guys know that next weekend we can go to the village of Hogsmeade,? whispered Tori to Raye.
"No, I didn't, but don't we need some kind of permission?" Raye said quietly back.
"Well I can send a letter to my mum giving us all permission," Tori said.
"What do you mean all of us?" said Raye her voice rising almost to a shout.
"I...well....the three...of us," stammered Tori, seeing the expression on Raye's face.
Raye sat quietly not giving an answer and finally Tori had to speak up once more.
"Well...I just thought that it would be fun...Fred and George mentioned it to me and their description sounded.....interesting, Tori said, a slight quiver in her voice.
"Yeah, your right it would be good to get out and about", said Raye, her voice much softer, "And what do mean Fred and George mentioned it to you, is that where you ran off to?"
"Yes, and I find them much better company than the two of you, just sitting here scowling at each other!" said Tori defensively.
"I think you like Fred, George, or maybe even both of them," said Raye, her brown hair growing ever redder.
Not knowing what to say, other then a defiant gasp, leprechaun gold appeared in her hands, and she pelted it at Raye, who quickly dived behind Ron. Ron was then bombarded by gold.
"Ouch! Ouch! Bloody-" Ron yelled, one hand over his eye, and one hand held up, blocking other gold.
"Um, sorry! Have some gold!" Tori said, pouring leprechaun gold into his hands and moving to the seat on the other side of George, avoiding Ron.
Tori sat back down grabbing a slice of bread and buttering it. She didn't have much control over it though because the next moment it went flying out of her hand and hit Raye in the forehead.
"Hey, what's the big idea," said Raye as she threw an apple at Tori.
The apple missed Tori though, and hit Ron in the head with a thud. Ron thinking that Fred and George had thrown it, picked up a few celery sticks and pelted them at Fred and George. Fred and George then used forks and spoons as catapults for peas and other types of food as they fired at a group of Slytherin girls.
"Food Fight!" Raye yelled, standing up, and picking up a few fruits.
Amongst the shouting and food throwing, Fred and George paused, looking around.
"Hogwarts has been invaded..." Fred said.
"By the French..." said George.
"I'm not French; I'm strictly Irish," Tori argued.
During breakfast the next morning, the Weasley, Potter, and Granger end of the table was invaded by the three Beaux Batons rejects. Raye and Ron were both groggy-looking, while Chelsea giggled as Nigel, Tori's tawny owl, hopped up and down on Tori's head. The owl had dazzling green eyes, and it was brown with black spots, and two black tufts on either side of its head. They were all looking at their schedules for the day, and it didn't seem at all exciting. They had Divination and History of magic in the morning and Double potions in the afternoon.
"Oh no!", said Harry and Ron together as they read over the schedule. "I don't think it's that bad", said Raye, eyeing the schedule. " Yes, but you haven't met all our teachers yet", moaned Ron. "Ron, you shouldn't complain so much, and at least you have Quidditch, Harry", said Hermione. Tori froze in the middle of eating her bacon and eggs. Quidditch was the one thing Tori looked forward to in school, and now it was gone. She had been the team's second Beater in Beauxbatons, and she was darn good at it.
She noticed Raye was daydreaming too, she had been the team's Seeker and had beaten all the school's records.
Without even thinking about it, she asked Harry , " Who's on your team, Harry?"
Harry looked taken aback, but told her. "Well", he said, " I'm the Gryffindor seeker, Fred and George are the Beaters, Katie Bell is a Chaser, Angelina Johnson's captain and Chaser, and Ron's our new Keeper.
Raye looked up and smiled at Ron, who turned a bright shade of magenta.
"Our first game's in a few days," said Harry.
"I see, man, I wish I would have come earlier maybe I would have got on the team," said Raye, frowning, and looking a bit dismayed.
"In my opinion Quidditch is pointless! Who cares about a stupid game?" exclaimed Hermione and Chelsea in unison.
She looked around the table, and now everyone had stopped chewing and were
glaring at them.
"Chelsea, what did I say about you caring about nothing but BOYS! Huh?" said Torrence.
"Quidditch is awesome, so keep your mouth shut, before you get visited by ANOTHER angry mob," muttered Raye.
"Actually, I don't always think about boys, I just think about them more than you guys", said Chelsea defensively. "And at least boys think about me back", she added, her voice turning suddenly cold.
Raye opened her mouth, "I never think about boys the way YOU do!" and fell silent once more. Ron glared at Chelsea, until the bell rang for class.
Raye and Tori followed Ron, Harry, and Hermione out of the Hall and towards the dungeon, while Chelsea stomped off to find Neville.
"I think that Chelsea only thinks about one boy these days", said Raye looking back over her shoulder towards the Hall.
"Not for long," Raye muttered.
"You're at each other's throats more than Ron and Hermione, though I though that was impossible," exclaimed Harry.
"She's part Veela and she's French, what do you expect?" replied Raye.
"Well, aren't you all?" asked Harry.
"Part Veela?" Raye said, confused.
"No, French," Harry said, getting impatient, his temper rising.
"No, I'm...I...don't really know..." said Raye trailing off, leaving Ron and Harry puzzled.
"She's traveled around so much, she doesn't even know where she came from anymore...and she has no parents to ask...killed by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named," Tori, explained, shaking her head, and looking at Raye sadly.
"Her parents were killed by Lord Voldemort-" he stopped, seeing the reactions to him saying Voldemort's name out loud. Hermione had covered her ears and flinched, while reading. Ron looked as if he had just seen his greatest fear, spiders.
"Yeah, anyway, I'm Irish, hence the name O' Sullivan and the leprechaun background," Tori said quickly.
Harry continued, "My parents were killed by Lord Voldemort, too."
"Duh, you're Harry Potter," replied Tori, hastily, not liking the topic and having winced at the sound of Voldemort's name.
Raye looked as if she had been hit with a wooden mallet.
"Which is why I'm determined to avenge their deaths," she proclaimed, looking around the cold dungeons, where Snape's class was to be held, "That's why I got expelled. We could all be a team, Harry-"
"That is so not why you got expelled, you were "mischievous little children", just like Chelsea and I," said Torrence, rolling her eyes.
Madame Maxime at Beauxbatons, had always treated her students like little children, and had treated the troublesome trio of Tori, Chelsea, and Raye the worst.
"Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever," Raye muttered, shuddering at the thought of the Beauxbatons headmistress as she walked into Snape's "classroom."
Snape's classroom was in the dank, dark dungeons of Hogwarts. He was the type of teacher who didn't like the chirp of birds and the fragrant flowers. He was one of the worst teachers at Hogwarts, according to Harry, Ron, and most of the other Gryffindors. Snape had a favoritism to his house, the Slytherin House, so the Slytherins were the only ones who enjoyed his class.
Ron quickly sat next to Raye, but made it look like he was already going for the seat, and had in no way chosen the seat, because Raye was there. Neville was already sitting with Chelsea. Hermione sat by Tori, and Harry stood there for a moment, amazed that he, Harry Potter, had nowhere to sit. He then saw an open seat by Lavender Brown, and sat down. Lavender had a unpleasant look on her face, as she scooted away from Harry, thinking he was the nutcase the Daily Prophet said he was.
Harry looked around to see that there was no Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Crabbe, Goyle, or the rest of the Slytherins. Harry let out a sigh of relief, but then he heard the annoying laugh of Malfoy.
"So, Weasley, got yourself a rebel girlfriend, eh?" Malfoy said, seeing Ron, who was sitting with Raye.
"Are you Canadian? No, I don't think so, what's with 'eh', anyway, wipe that ugly sneer off your face before I-" responded Raye, but was stopped by Professor Snape.
"I would advise you not threaten my students, Ms. Estrange, unless you would like to have a detention with me writing lines. I could always borrow Professor Umbridge's pen. Would you like to test how unpleasant writing lines could be?" Snape asked, knowing that she had no idea about how cruel Professor Umbridge's detentions were.
Harry glared at Snape, and warned Raye that she shouldn't risk getting such a detention, having served detention with Professor Umbridge.
"If you tell your student to staple his ugly Canadian mouth shut, then I won't have any need to say anything will I?" said Raye.
"I see why you got expelled...tell me, are you right or left-handed?" asked Snape.
"Either, so when shall I start my detentions?" she said, smiling cockily.
"Two weeks, starting Monday at 4:30. Maybe if you eat half your dinner, then you won't have enough energy to talk," said Snape.
"Impossible, anyway, I'll just eat faster," Raye said mockingly.
"4:00! Now be quiet for the rest of class, unless you wish to be expelled from yet another school," Snape said, now with a nasty smile on his face.
Ron had a very surprised look on his face, and he looked at Raye who smirked. The rest of the class was also surprised and they were whispering to each other. Harry was horrified that yet another student had to put up with such a detention.
"Silence!" yelled Snape, now in a bad mood, from having such a battle with a student.
For the rest of the lesson, the students worked in silence. Neville and Chelsea's silencing potion was the only thing that made any noise, costing Gryffindor 10 points.
When the bell rang, signaling lunch, everyone filed out of the classroom rather quickly.
"Wow, that was fast. Not!" said Chelsea to Neville, who nodded. They were both very relieved at the fact that they were out of Potions class.
Chelsea walked beside Neville, with a dreamy expression on her face, as she looked at the back of Malfoy's blonde head.
"You can't like HIM!" Tori exclaimed, stunned. Tori opened her mouth to speak again , but was interrupted as she heard a clunk as her owl Nigel, hit a window hard. Then, after finding an open window, the adorable Tawny owl came flying around the corner and flew into Malfoy's head. Malfoy letting out a shout in disgust and running down the hall.
"Your bird has a seriously bad sense of direction," said Raye.
"Not nearly as bad as yours," commented Chelsea.
"Shut your face, Chelsea," exclaimed Raye.
"Raye, calm down before you set another thing on fire at this school," warned Tori, aware of Raye's fiery temper, and her attitude problem.
"Don't make me hurt you. I may set fire to you, right after Chelsea is nice and charred!" muttered Raye.
They walked into the Great hall and sat down at their usual seats at the Gryffindor table. They ate in a very tense mood, Tori looking nervously from Raye to Chelsea, until Fred and George came over to do business. Hermione stuck her face in a book and Ron looked as though he was too scared to speak.
" So, are you guys going to ever going make-up," said Ron despairing after what seemed an eternity.
" I'm afraid if I speak, something very bad will happen," muttered Raye through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, it seems Raye has a problem controlling her temper," said Chelsea, looking up from her un-touched plate of food.
Tori came back to her seat at the table with a very secretive look on her face.
"Did you guys know that next weekend we can go to the village of Hogsmeade,? whispered Tori to Raye.
"No, I didn't, but don't we need some kind of permission?" Raye said quietly back.
"Well I can send a letter to my mum giving us all permission," Tori said.
"What do you mean all of us?" said Raye her voice rising almost to a shout.
"I...well....the three...of us," stammered Tori, seeing the expression on Raye's face.
Raye sat quietly not giving an answer and finally Tori had to speak up once more.
"Well...I just thought that it would be fun...Fred and George mentioned it to me and their description sounded.....interesting, Tori said, a slight quiver in her voice.
"Yeah, your right it would be good to get out and about", said Raye, her voice much softer, "And what do mean Fred and George mentioned it to you, is that where you ran off to?"
"Yes, and I find them much better company than the two of you, just sitting here scowling at each other!" said Tori defensively.
"I think you like Fred, George, or maybe even both of them," said Raye, her brown hair growing ever redder.
Not knowing what to say, other then a defiant gasp, leprechaun gold appeared in her hands, and she pelted it at Raye, who quickly dived behind Ron. Ron was then bombarded by gold.
"Ouch! Ouch! Bloody-" Ron yelled, one hand over his eye, and one hand held up, blocking other gold.
"Um, sorry! Have some gold!" Tori said, pouring leprechaun gold into his hands and moving to the seat on the other side of George, avoiding Ron.
Tori sat back down grabbing a slice of bread and buttering it. She didn't have much control over it though because the next moment it went flying out of her hand and hit Raye in the forehead.
"Hey, what's the big idea," said Raye as she threw an apple at Tori.
The apple missed Tori though, and hit Ron in the head with a thud. Ron thinking that Fred and George had thrown it, picked up a few celery sticks and pelted them at Fred and George. Fred and George then used forks and spoons as catapults for peas and other types of food as they fired at a group of Slytherin girls.
"Food Fight!" Raye yelled, standing up, and picking up a few fruits.
Amongst the shouting and food throwing, Fred and George paused, looking around.
"Hogwarts has been invaded..." Fred said.
"By the French..." said George.
"I'm not French; I'm strictly Irish," Tori argued.