*Obviously these aren't my characters. I own the plot that's it. Do
I have to put this in the front of every Chapter? Would J.K. Rowling really
accuse me of taking credit for HER work? I am doubting that. But it is HER
work. I only take credit for the plot.
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"I figured out what I recognize you from!" Tyler said during dinner. "You're in Madrigals with me! Aren't you?" He smiled. Stephanie thought back. That was the class in which she'd been told to sing the school's fight song as a solo, a cappella. She didn't know the words or the tune. So she ended up sounding terrible as she tried to sing along with director. "Oh jeez, I'm so embarrassed, that was the worst I'd ever sung in my life." She said, blushing. "Well that's ok, they shouldn't have expected you to know the song well enough to sing it solo anyway.
Meanwhile, Harry was sitting on the opposite side of the table, a dozen seats away, watching them talk. 'Look at him' Harry thought to himself, 'he's so fake'. He heard Stephanie laugh, as Tyler turned their goblets of water into a small fountain of wine. "Who's so fake?" Harry flinched as Ron yelled in his ear. He hadn't realized he'd been talking out loud, nor did he realize Ron had been talking to him. "Sorry" Ron said, "But how many times do I have to repeat myself?" Harry looked at his friend, "That stupid Tyler Johnson, look at him over there!" Harry said sullenly. Stephanie laughed again. "Hey, isn't that your new girlfriend?" Ron asked. "Harry glared at him, but before he could say anything, Professor McGonagall stood up to make an announcement.
"As most of you know, we have decided to open up the position of captain to fifth years for this year's Quidditch teams. We've never done this before, and it is predominantly taken over by seventh years, but we decided to make some changes. If you'd like to try out for this position, please contact Professor Withers, he is now in charge of all of the athletic programs taking place this year. Applications must be in by Friday, and you must have three years of experience on the team." She introduced Professor Withers again, and he stood up to talk. But Harry stopped paying attention. He had totally forgotten about the Quidditch team. "It's going to be tough competition" Harry told Ron. "Whatever Harry, you know you have it in the bag! Besides maybe your friend over there will forget about Tyler Johnson, and go for a captain instead of a center!" Harry smiled to himself and returned his gaze to Stephanie and Tyler. They were still smiling while they listened to Professor Withers delivering a speech.
After the meal, Harry headed back to his room alone. When he reached the portrait of the fat lady that led into the Gryffindor common room, he felt someone behind him. He turned around. It was Draco. "Wow Potter!" He sneered, "You walk pretty fast! I would have thought that fat girlfriend of yours would have gotten you into the habit of walking slower!" Harry glared back at him, "She's not my girlfriend, and she's NOT fat!" Draco began to laugh. "Calypso!" He yelled, waking the fat lady. She glared at him before swinging open for the boys to enter. Harry's jaw dropped to the floor as he entered the room. Stephanie, Tyler, Seann, and Cho were all snuggled up against one another in front of the fire.
"Oh Hey Harry!" Cho grinned, "come sit with us!" Harry smiled weakly "I uh have to go to my room, I have a ton of homework." He said walking toward the stairs. "No way Potter! We have 4 classes together. We're doing nothing in them!" Seann said, stopping him. "Well," Harry continued, "It's in my Psychology class" He referred to his Muggles vs. Magic class, in which they sstudied how the different people chaged and what they thought. It was his favorite class. "I'll sit with you!" Draco said.
Harry never thought he'd hear Draco sound so pathetic, that he had to invite himself into something, Deciding they were done with him, Harry turned and headed up the stairs. All he heard was laughter and Draco clomping up the stairs, behind him, obviously embarrassed. He was walking extremely fast. Well at least they don't want just anyone. Harry smiled to himself, as Draco threw open the door to his room and slammed it shut behind him.
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"I figured out what I recognize you from!" Tyler said during dinner. "You're in Madrigals with me! Aren't you?" He smiled. Stephanie thought back. That was the class in which she'd been told to sing the school's fight song as a solo, a cappella. She didn't know the words or the tune. So she ended up sounding terrible as she tried to sing along with director. "Oh jeez, I'm so embarrassed, that was the worst I'd ever sung in my life." She said, blushing. "Well that's ok, they shouldn't have expected you to know the song well enough to sing it solo anyway.
Meanwhile, Harry was sitting on the opposite side of the table, a dozen seats away, watching them talk. 'Look at him' Harry thought to himself, 'he's so fake'. He heard Stephanie laugh, as Tyler turned their goblets of water into a small fountain of wine. "Who's so fake?" Harry flinched as Ron yelled in his ear. He hadn't realized he'd been talking out loud, nor did he realize Ron had been talking to him. "Sorry" Ron said, "But how many times do I have to repeat myself?" Harry looked at his friend, "That stupid Tyler Johnson, look at him over there!" Harry said sullenly. Stephanie laughed again. "Hey, isn't that your new girlfriend?" Ron asked. "Harry glared at him, but before he could say anything, Professor McGonagall stood up to make an announcement.
"As most of you know, we have decided to open up the position of captain to fifth years for this year's Quidditch teams. We've never done this before, and it is predominantly taken over by seventh years, but we decided to make some changes. If you'd like to try out for this position, please contact Professor Withers, he is now in charge of all of the athletic programs taking place this year. Applications must be in by Friday, and you must have three years of experience on the team." She introduced Professor Withers again, and he stood up to talk. But Harry stopped paying attention. He had totally forgotten about the Quidditch team. "It's going to be tough competition" Harry told Ron. "Whatever Harry, you know you have it in the bag! Besides maybe your friend over there will forget about Tyler Johnson, and go for a captain instead of a center!" Harry smiled to himself and returned his gaze to Stephanie and Tyler. They were still smiling while they listened to Professor Withers delivering a speech.
After the meal, Harry headed back to his room alone. When he reached the portrait of the fat lady that led into the Gryffindor common room, he felt someone behind him. He turned around. It was Draco. "Wow Potter!" He sneered, "You walk pretty fast! I would have thought that fat girlfriend of yours would have gotten you into the habit of walking slower!" Harry glared back at him, "She's not my girlfriend, and she's NOT fat!" Draco began to laugh. "Calypso!" He yelled, waking the fat lady. She glared at him before swinging open for the boys to enter. Harry's jaw dropped to the floor as he entered the room. Stephanie, Tyler, Seann, and Cho were all snuggled up against one another in front of the fire.
"Oh Hey Harry!" Cho grinned, "come sit with us!" Harry smiled weakly "I uh have to go to my room, I have a ton of homework." He said walking toward the stairs. "No way Potter! We have 4 classes together. We're doing nothing in them!" Seann said, stopping him. "Well," Harry continued, "It's in my Psychology class" He referred to his Muggles vs. Magic class, in which they sstudied how the different people chaged and what they thought. It was his favorite class. "I'll sit with you!" Draco said.
Harry never thought he'd hear Draco sound so pathetic, that he had to invite himself into something, Deciding they were done with him, Harry turned and headed up the stairs. All he heard was laughter and Draco clomping up the stairs, behind him, obviously embarrassed. He was walking extremely fast. Well at least they don't want just anyone. Harry smiled to himself, as Draco threw open the door to his room and slammed it shut behind him.
