Disclaimer: Unfortunately our efforts to steal Harry Potter have not succeeded
and we STILL don't own it, *sigh* too bad.
Chapter Three: Marimana
"Mari! Wait for me!" Hermoine called after the half asian girl.
"Sorry Hermoine," Marimana said as she stopped in her steps to wait for her
friend who was struggling to run down the corridor, her heavy bag weighing her
down. "Ya know, you don't have to carry all of your things, you could
always go during lunch to get the books for your next class."
"Well, I know," Hermoine panted as she reached her friend, "but if I do
that I'll lose studying time."
Marimana raised an eyebrow. "Ya know something, Hermoine, you should really
relax a bit. I mean, I agree that we should study and excel and such, but you
should really take some time for yourself."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, like," the girl blew a strand of hair out of her face as she
thought, "gorging yourself on chocolate! Or painting your toenails! Or
reading stupid magazines!"
Hermoine's eyes grew wide as she heard the suggestions.
"We should have a girl's night on Friday. What do you think?" her light
green eyes shone with excitement as she searched the other girl's face.
"Well,I don't know, I mean, we'll have homework,"
"Oh yeah," Mari's face drooped considerably.
"I guess we could paint nails afterwards."
Marimana's face lit up like a Christmas tree, "Sounds fun!"
The two girls walked into Professor McGonagall's class and sat down next to
each other.
~*~
Books and papers were stacked neatly in piles, stapled, paperclipped, and even
taped together so they would be kept neat. The fireplace cast eerie shadows on
the walls as its light flickered and threatened to die at any minute.
"How long are you two going to stay out here?" Harry asked, standing behind
Hermoine's chair and examining the stacks of papers and piles of books.
"Until all our work is done," the muggle born girl replied, not looking up
from her book and not making any notion to suggest she was talking to anyone
other than herself.
"How long do you think that'll be?" Ron asked, coming up to stand next to
Harry.
Hermoine shrugged and looked at Marimana, who was scribbling a never ending
stream of words on a piece of parchment.
"Mari?"
The Asian didn't hear her.
"Mari?!"
Hermoine said louder, waving her hand in front of the girl's eyes.
"MARI!!!" the girl attempted again.
No response.
"MARI!!!!" Hermoine yelled into the girl's ear.
A short scream was issued and a thump as Mari fell to a heap on the floor, her
chair pulled out from beneath her by the two boys.
"WHAT?!" she screeched.
"When do you think we'll be done with our homework?" Hermoine asked.
"You interrupted me for that? Can't yo make an estimate yourself?"
"I wanted your input."
Mari sighed and shrugged. "Half an hour? If you people would just leave me
alone I might finish my essay before then." With that she pulled her chair
back and seated herself crossed-legged on the padded seat and went back to
writing.
Harry and Ron exchanged glances and looked at Hermoine.
"She gets in the zone when she's writing. Don't ask, I don't have an
explanation for it," was all the girl said before she went back to reading.
~*~
It wasn't long before the girls had finished their homework and were
following the boys up the stairs to their dorms. When they reached the door
goodnights were said and Hermoine immediately went into the room. Harry and Ron
looked at Marimana expectantly, waiting for her to follow her friend. When she
didn't they grew impatient.
"Well? Aren't you going to bed as well?" Ron finally blurted.
Marimana blushed slightly and stared at the floor.
"Um, I just wanted to say, that, well, I didn't want to be in this
house. Ravenclaw has been the family house and, well, you heard the howler.
Mum and dad are rather mad, but, I just wanted to say, thanks," she said
unevenly as she scratched her arm nervously, her eyes never leaving a stone at
her feet.
"Thanks for what?" Harry asked after a slight pause.
"For, um, for, well, being my friends. I didn't think anyone would
want to be friends with me, I mean, I cry a lot, and, I'm not the most
emotionally stable person there is, and, well, my sister, is, um, well, she's kind of rude sometimes, and, I just didn't think that, um, so, just, thanks, for tolerating me."
As Marimana was about to scurry into the room she found herself enfolded into a
hug. Shock flooded her face as she hesitantly hugged the person back. When
they drew back she looked at Ron's smiling face, then at Harry's shocked
smile. As the red head released her Harry approached her and hugged her lightly
before following his friend up the stairs to their dorm, leaving the girl
flustered.
"I swear, someone could use me as a space heater right now," she thought
as she put her hands on her flaming cheeks and made her way into the dorm,
closing the door with a light thud and a click as she locked the door behind
her. The dark encased her as she slid between her sheets, grinning to herself,
finally she found pride in her new house.
and we STILL don't own it, *sigh* too bad.
Chapter Three: Marimana
"Mari! Wait for me!" Hermoine called after the half asian girl.
"Sorry Hermoine," Marimana said as she stopped in her steps to wait for her
friend who was struggling to run down the corridor, her heavy bag weighing her
down. "Ya know, you don't have to carry all of your things, you could
always go during lunch to get the books for your next class."
"Well, I know," Hermoine panted as she reached her friend, "but if I do
that I'll lose studying time."
Marimana raised an eyebrow. "Ya know something, Hermoine, you should really
relax a bit. I mean, I agree that we should study and excel and such, but you
should really take some time for yourself."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, like," the girl blew a strand of hair out of her face as she
thought, "gorging yourself on chocolate! Or painting your toenails! Or
reading stupid magazines!"
Hermoine's eyes grew wide as she heard the suggestions.
"We should have a girl's night on Friday. What do you think?" her light
green eyes shone with excitement as she searched the other girl's face.
"Well,I don't know, I mean, we'll have homework,"
"Oh yeah," Mari's face drooped considerably.
"I guess we could paint nails afterwards."
Marimana's face lit up like a Christmas tree, "Sounds fun!"
The two girls walked into Professor McGonagall's class and sat down next to
each other.
~*~
Books and papers were stacked neatly in piles, stapled, paperclipped, and even
taped together so they would be kept neat. The fireplace cast eerie shadows on
the walls as its light flickered and threatened to die at any minute.
"How long are you two going to stay out here?" Harry asked, standing behind
Hermoine's chair and examining the stacks of papers and piles of books.
"Until all our work is done," the muggle born girl replied, not looking up
from her book and not making any notion to suggest she was talking to anyone
other than herself.
"How long do you think that'll be?" Ron asked, coming up to stand next to
Harry.
Hermoine shrugged and looked at Marimana, who was scribbling a never ending
stream of words on a piece of parchment.
"Mari?"
The Asian didn't hear her.
"Mari?!"
Hermoine said louder, waving her hand in front of the girl's eyes.
"MARI!!!" the girl attempted again.
No response.
"MARI!!!!" Hermoine yelled into the girl's ear.
A short scream was issued and a thump as Mari fell to a heap on the floor, her
chair pulled out from beneath her by the two boys.
"WHAT?!" she screeched.
"When do you think we'll be done with our homework?" Hermoine asked.
"You interrupted me for that? Can't yo make an estimate yourself?"
"I wanted your input."
Mari sighed and shrugged. "Half an hour? If you people would just leave me
alone I might finish my essay before then." With that she pulled her chair
back and seated herself crossed-legged on the padded seat and went back to
writing.
Harry and Ron exchanged glances and looked at Hermoine.
"She gets in the zone when she's writing. Don't ask, I don't have an
explanation for it," was all the girl said before she went back to reading.
~*~
It wasn't long before the girls had finished their homework and were
following the boys up the stairs to their dorms. When they reached the door
goodnights were said and Hermoine immediately went into the room. Harry and Ron
looked at Marimana expectantly, waiting for her to follow her friend. When she
didn't they grew impatient.
"Well? Aren't you going to bed as well?" Ron finally blurted.
Marimana blushed slightly and stared at the floor.
"Um, I just wanted to say, that, well, I didn't want to be in this
house. Ravenclaw has been the family house and, well, you heard the howler.
Mum and dad are rather mad, but, I just wanted to say, thanks," she said
unevenly as she scratched her arm nervously, her eyes never leaving a stone at
her feet.
"Thanks for what?" Harry asked after a slight pause.
"For, um, for, well, being my friends. I didn't think anyone would
want to be friends with me, I mean, I cry a lot, and, I'm not the most
emotionally stable person there is, and, well, my sister, is, um, well, she's kind of rude sometimes, and, I just didn't think that, um, so, just, thanks, for tolerating me."
As Marimana was about to scurry into the room she found herself enfolded into a
hug. Shock flooded her face as she hesitantly hugged the person back. When
they drew back she looked at Ron's smiling face, then at Harry's shocked
smile. As the red head released her Harry approached her and hugged her lightly
before following his friend up the stairs to their dorm, leaving the girl
flustered.
"I swear, someone could use me as a space heater right now," she thought
as she put her hands on her flaming cheeks and made her way into the dorm,
closing the door with a light thud and a click as she locked the door behind
her. The dark encased her as she slid between her sheets, grinning to herself,
finally she found pride in her new house.
