As Amy and Claudia walked in to the Great Hall for the Halloween Feast
that evening, they began looking around for Hermione. After standing
there for a few minutes, they decided to ask about her.
"Hey, Ron, isn't it," asked Claudia as a red-haired boy walked in the
door, "Have you seen Hermione since you insulted her this morning?"
Ron frowned and replied, "No, I haven't. What would a couple of
Slytherins like you want with her, anyway?"
That set Amy off. "Alright, you bloody git! If you really must know,
Hermione is our best friend. What I want to know is, why you people
think you're so much better than us? Yes, many people that most would
call 'bad' came from our house, but what about Gryffindor? Last I heard, Sirius Black was in Gryffindor. And you call yourselves
good people! Good people don't discriminate against anyone, including
one of their housemates!"
Just then, Harry walked up beside Ron. "What's up," he asked?
"Harry, isn't it," asked Amy? "Well, I would think that a person with
such a history with people as yourself would choose better friends! Or
are you a git yourself, now that you've found out about your parents'
abilities? You used to be nice." Amy then stormed off, Claudia not far
behind.
As they reached the table and sat down, Amy muttered, "Why do I keep
over-reacting like this?" Claudia grinned and replied, "PMS?" They
both broke out in giggles.
Just then, they were approached by Draco. The funny thing was, there
was no Crabbe or Goyle with him. Just Draco. "Hey, Amy, can I talk
with you for a minute? Alone?"
"Um... Sure. Claude, save my seat, and one more in case Hermione comes
back, okay?" Taking Claudia's nod, she walked out of the hall behind
her cousin. Draco led her into and empty classroom and had her sit
down.
"Look, Amy, I know this is going to be hard, but you have to listen to
me, alright?" Amy nodded, bracing herself. "Good." Draco took a deep
breath. "You know that little sister of yours, not Brittany, but the
other one?"
"Tammy?"
"Yes, her. You know how you have those woods surrounding your house?"
Amy nodded once again. "Well, it seems that a train runs right through
there, and we both know how daring Tamara is . . ." Amy's eyes
widened, filling with tears.
"Well," Draco continued, "Apparently, your sister and her friends were playing around those train tracks, and heard a train coming. One of her friends dared Tammy to run in front of the train, then dodge out of the way when it was almost there. She got her foot caught in the railing, and couldn't get away in time. The train's conductor used the emergency stop, but it was too late. She'd already died."
Amy listened, staring at some invisible spot on the wall behind Draco, letting it all sink in. Her sister, her best friend, the only person before then that she'd ever really been able to talk to was . . . dead. A few seconds after she heard Draco finish, Amy began to cry. Silently at first, then big, choking sobs that echoed about the empty classroom. Draco hugged his cousin, awkwardly waiting for her to stop crying.
Amy stopped crying after a few minutes, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. She pulled away from her cousin and stood, straightening her robes.
"We should get back to the feast," she said, her voice still wavering a little, and began walking out of the room.
"Amy," Draco called after her, She stopped. "Are you alright?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be? If was a funny time for this to happen
though, right? On Halloween... It'd seem almost typical." She cocked her head and offered a weak
smile. "Aren't you coming?" Draco nodded again and stood up. Amy
leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Hey," he said, "Chin up. You wouldn't want to worry anyone, would
you?" Amy laughed, and Draco smiled. "That's better."
By the time they got back to the Great Hall, both had regained their
composure. Before he went to sit down with his friends, though, Draco
made sure she was okay. Snape caught Amy's eye and nodded. Amy
smiled, and mouthed a quick "Thank you," then turned to Claudia, who by now was sick with worry for her friend, and filled her in, eating very little.
Just then, Professor Quirrel (who, although nearly no-one noticed, had
been missing the entire time), burst in the door, running and
shouting, "TRO~~~LL! IN THE DUNGEONS!" He stopped in front of
Dumbledore's chair, then said, "Thought you might want to know." Then
he fainted.
"He probably did it," Claudia commented as the Hall went into an
uproar. Dumbledore got everyone quiet, then instructed the prefects to
lead the students to their respective houses. The two girls saw Snape
run out of a door to head the troll off.
Following the rest of her house, Amy and Claudia saw a large
monstrosity running up the stairs toward the bathroom where Hermione
was, and had yet to leave. When they reached the dungeons, the girls
saw Snape, and shouted: "Professor! It's up on the second floor!"
Snape nodded and began sprinting toward the stairs.
After they got to the common room, Amy, Claudia, and Draco went
straight to bed; that evening had been too eventful for them to bear
the crowded common room.
As Amy dropped off, she sent her thoughts toward her little sister,
and spent the night remembering curious little Tamara and all the
trouble she got herself into.
that evening, they began looking around for Hermione. After standing
there for a few minutes, they decided to ask about her.
"Hey, Ron, isn't it," asked Claudia as a red-haired boy walked in the
door, "Have you seen Hermione since you insulted her this morning?"
Ron frowned and replied, "No, I haven't. What would a couple of
Slytherins like you want with her, anyway?"
That set Amy off. "Alright, you bloody git! If you really must know,
Hermione is our best friend. What I want to know is, why you people
think you're so much better than us? Yes, many people that most would
call 'bad' came from our house, but what about Gryffindor? Last I heard, Sirius Black was in Gryffindor. And you call yourselves
good people! Good people don't discriminate against anyone, including
one of their housemates!"
Just then, Harry walked up beside Ron. "What's up," he asked?
"Harry, isn't it," asked Amy? "Well, I would think that a person with
such a history with people as yourself would choose better friends! Or
are you a git yourself, now that you've found out about your parents'
abilities? You used to be nice." Amy then stormed off, Claudia not far
behind.
As they reached the table and sat down, Amy muttered, "Why do I keep
over-reacting like this?" Claudia grinned and replied, "PMS?" They
both broke out in giggles.
Just then, they were approached by Draco. The funny thing was, there
was no Crabbe or Goyle with him. Just Draco. "Hey, Amy, can I talk
with you for a minute? Alone?"
"Um... Sure. Claude, save my seat, and one more in case Hermione comes
back, okay?" Taking Claudia's nod, she walked out of the hall behind
her cousin. Draco led her into and empty classroom and had her sit
down.
"Look, Amy, I know this is going to be hard, but you have to listen to
me, alright?" Amy nodded, bracing herself. "Good." Draco took a deep
breath. "You know that little sister of yours, not Brittany, but the
other one?"
"Tammy?"
"Yes, her. You know how you have those woods surrounding your house?"
Amy nodded once again. "Well, it seems that a train runs right through
there, and we both know how daring Tamara is . . ." Amy's eyes
widened, filling with tears.
"Well," Draco continued, "Apparently, your sister and her friends were playing around those train tracks, and heard a train coming. One of her friends dared Tammy to run in front of the train, then dodge out of the way when it was almost there. She got her foot caught in the railing, and couldn't get away in time. The train's conductor used the emergency stop, but it was too late. She'd already died."
Amy listened, staring at some invisible spot on the wall behind Draco, letting it all sink in. Her sister, her best friend, the only person before then that she'd ever really been able to talk to was . . . dead. A few seconds after she heard Draco finish, Amy began to cry. Silently at first, then big, choking sobs that echoed about the empty classroom. Draco hugged his cousin, awkwardly waiting for her to stop crying.
Amy stopped crying after a few minutes, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. She pulled away from her cousin and stood, straightening her robes.
"We should get back to the feast," she said, her voice still wavering a little, and began walking out of the room.
"Amy," Draco called after her, She stopped. "Are you alright?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be? If was a funny time for this to happen
though, right? On Halloween... It'd seem almost typical." She cocked her head and offered a weak
smile. "Aren't you coming?" Draco nodded again and stood up. Amy
leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Hey," he said, "Chin up. You wouldn't want to worry anyone, would
you?" Amy laughed, and Draco smiled. "That's better."
By the time they got back to the Great Hall, both had regained their
composure. Before he went to sit down with his friends, though, Draco
made sure she was okay. Snape caught Amy's eye and nodded. Amy
smiled, and mouthed a quick "Thank you," then turned to Claudia, who by now was sick with worry for her friend, and filled her in, eating very little.
Just then, Professor Quirrel (who, although nearly no-one noticed, had
been missing the entire time), burst in the door, running and
shouting, "TRO~~~LL! IN THE DUNGEONS!" He stopped in front of
Dumbledore's chair, then said, "Thought you might want to know." Then
he fainted.
"He probably did it," Claudia commented as the Hall went into an
uproar. Dumbledore got everyone quiet, then instructed the prefects to
lead the students to their respective houses. The two girls saw Snape
run out of a door to head the troll off.
Following the rest of her house, Amy and Claudia saw a large
monstrosity running up the stairs toward the bathroom where Hermione
was, and had yet to leave. When they reached the dungeons, the girls
saw Snape, and shouted: "Professor! It's up on the second floor!"
Snape nodded and began sprinting toward the stairs.
After they got to the common room, Amy, Claudia, and Draco went
straight to bed; that evening had been too eventful for them to bear
the crowded common room.
As Amy dropped off, she sent her thoughts toward her little sister,
and spent the night remembering curious little Tamara and all the
trouble she got herself into.
