The Boy with the Blonde Hair
A/N:: Here's installment three. Hope you like. Thanks for the reassuring comments! R&R please.
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As the last few members of her charms class filed in, Ami Dubree's eyes followed the movements of the boy who had captivated her since before her sorting into Ravenclaw only the day before. It felt good to see him again, to reassure her again that his image was not a dream, or merely wishful thinking. After thinking it over a second, she realized that he was in the one house she hated more than floo powder, which always made her appear in strangers' fireplaces. He was in Slytherin.
Everyone at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry knew that Slytherin turned out evil witches and warlocks. It was a horrible fate to anyone who was sorted into Salazar Slytherin's house.
At that moment, the look on Ami's face was priceless. She appeared as if her face was stunned. Her mouth hung open so that it looked like a black hole and her eyes were steady and unblinking. She had also gone quite pale. Jesmyn Morrow, Ami's newfound friend, gave her a little slap on the cheek in an attempt to revive her. Without looking away from her prey, Ami gave her a good swift punch back that hit Jesmyn off her stool and onto the ground.
"Oww, Ami, that hurt!" cried Jesmyn as she stood up and placed her stool in the upright position and rubbed her shoulder, which had been Ami's target. She decided that she must stop Ami immediately, because people were sniggering at her as opposed to poor short Professor Flitwick. At that moment he was preparing by class by going up a small set of stairs to a poorly constructed platform that helped him appear taller and more in control, or so he hoped. In a spur of the moment decision Jesmyn pulled Ami's face towards hers, therefore diverting her eyes from their object and pushed her chin up shutting her mouth. "Get control, hun! I don't know what you were looking at, but it's not important enough to make a blubbering fool out of yourself for, I'm sure."
"Are you sure?" replied her blubbering fool of a companion in a slightly angry tone.
Before Jesmyn had a chance to question that response or even ask what she was blubbering over in the first place, the bell rang and she was forced to be quiet.
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Ami could barely pay attention to Professor Flitwick's droning on and on and on about rules, rules, and more rules. Be quiet and attentive. Take all necessary precautions while performing physical assignments. Don't charm each other. The usual hubbub of items gone over on any first school day. She was too busy catching glances at the boy two rows up with the slick blonde hair, thinking of how she would introduce herself without looking like a complete dungbidget.
As soon as the dismissal bell jingled out a lovely ring signifying the end of her charms class - the longest class ever known to man - Ami almost flew over to Cho Chang, a fellow Ravenclaw. Word had it Cho knew everything about Hogwarts students from her house wide contacts. "Hey Cho. Remember me, Ami Dubree?" she said excitedly. She was ready to skip the small talk find out the identity of eventual lover.
"Of course I do," replied Cho in her usual sweet and spicy voice. She was oriental and had come to Hogwarts to experience England. She was instantaneously popular from the first time she set her silk shoe into the Great Hall. "What's up? Did you all like Professor Flitwick's speech? It was inspiring," Cho continued. Her grades were what carried her over to England, so she intended to keep them high.
"Yes, yes," Ami said, now a bit exasperated. "But, I actually have a question for you. I was wondering if you could tell me about that Slytherin over there," she said, slightly jerking her head over toward his direction while trying to keep her chipper voice afloat over all the emotions broiling in her soul.
"Why would you want to know about a Slytherin, particularly THAT one?"
"Just TELL ME!" Ami almost screamed.
"Okay, okay. If you MUST know, that boy over there is Draco Malfoy. He is the worst of the Slytherin first years. He will not stop taunting anyone, especially poor Harry Potter. I mean, Harry didn't even know he was a famous boy until just a few days ago and that dungbidget Draco keeps taunting him and . "
As Cho continued on and on about poor little Harry Potter, Ami faded out onto the parallel plateau she often drifted to where she could daydream all she wanted. She couldn't get his name out of her head - Draco Malfoy. That sounded like the name of a famous sorcerer who would come save her in her hour of need on a maleficent dragon and sweep her away to Neverland. There, she would just lay in his arms and run her hands through his smooth hair (she had become obsessed with it) and never be lonely again. Poor Draco, not poor Harry! He never did anything wrong! He just wanted to save her!
By this time, Ami's dreams and reality had blended together in a fountain of minor insanity. She mechanically thanked Cho and dragged an extremely confuzzled Jesmyn down the hall behind Draco. She ran up behind him, and in one insane motion, grabbed his robes, pulled him around, ran her fingers through his hair, uttered in a light fluffy voice, "Shiny haired sorcerer," and collapsed into his arms. Exhaustion and sheer clumsiness had finally taken its toll on the poor young girl.
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A/N:: Hope you liked it! Remember: Harry Potter is trademark JK Rowling and whoever else helped her out. Also, Neverland is trademark Disney for Peter Pan.
A/N:: Here's installment three. Hope you like. Thanks for the reassuring comments! R&R please.
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As the last few members of her charms class filed in, Ami Dubree's eyes followed the movements of the boy who had captivated her since before her sorting into Ravenclaw only the day before. It felt good to see him again, to reassure her again that his image was not a dream, or merely wishful thinking. After thinking it over a second, she realized that he was in the one house she hated more than floo powder, which always made her appear in strangers' fireplaces. He was in Slytherin.
Everyone at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry knew that Slytherin turned out evil witches and warlocks. It was a horrible fate to anyone who was sorted into Salazar Slytherin's house.
At that moment, the look on Ami's face was priceless. She appeared as if her face was stunned. Her mouth hung open so that it looked like a black hole and her eyes were steady and unblinking. She had also gone quite pale. Jesmyn Morrow, Ami's newfound friend, gave her a little slap on the cheek in an attempt to revive her. Without looking away from her prey, Ami gave her a good swift punch back that hit Jesmyn off her stool and onto the ground.
"Oww, Ami, that hurt!" cried Jesmyn as she stood up and placed her stool in the upright position and rubbed her shoulder, which had been Ami's target. She decided that she must stop Ami immediately, because people were sniggering at her as opposed to poor short Professor Flitwick. At that moment he was preparing by class by going up a small set of stairs to a poorly constructed platform that helped him appear taller and more in control, or so he hoped. In a spur of the moment decision Jesmyn pulled Ami's face towards hers, therefore diverting her eyes from their object and pushed her chin up shutting her mouth. "Get control, hun! I don't know what you were looking at, but it's not important enough to make a blubbering fool out of yourself for, I'm sure."
"Are you sure?" replied her blubbering fool of a companion in a slightly angry tone.
Before Jesmyn had a chance to question that response or even ask what she was blubbering over in the first place, the bell rang and she was forced to be quiet.
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Ami could barely pay attention to Professor Flitwick's droning on and on and on about rules, rules, and more rules. Be quiet and attentive. Take all necessary precautions while performing physical assignments. Don't charm each other. The usual hubbub of items gone over on any first school day. She was too busy catching glances at the boy two rows up with the slick blonde hair, thinking of how she would introduce herself without looking like a complete dungbidget.
As soon as the dismissal bell jingled out a lovely ring signifying the end of her charms class - the longest class ever known to man - Ami almost flew over to Cho Chang, a fellow Ravenclaw. Word had it Cho knew everything about Hogwarts students from her house wide contacts. "Hey Cho. Remember me, Ami Dubree?" she said excitedly. She was ready to skip the small talk find out the identity of eventual lover.
"Of course I do," replied Cho in her usual sweet and spicy voice. She was oriental and had come to Hogwarts to experience England. She was instantaneously popular from the first time she set her silk shoe into the Great Hall. "What's up? Did you all like Professor Flitwick's speech? It was inspiring," Cho continued. Her grades were what carried her over to England, so she intended to keep them high.
"Yes, yes," Ami said, now a bit exasperated. "But, I actually have a question for you. I was wondering if you could tell me about that Slytherin over there," she said, slightly jerking her head over toward his direction while trying to keep her chipper voice afloat over all the emotions broiling in her soul.
"Why would you want to know about a Slytherin, particularly THAT one?"
"Just TELL ME!" Ami almost screamed.
"Okay, okay. If you MUST know, that boy over there is Draco Malfoy. He is the worst of the Slytherin first years. He will not stop taunting anyone, especially poor Harry Potter. I mean, Harry didn't even know he was a famous boy until just a few days ago and that dungbidget Draco keeps taunting him and . "
As Cho continued on and on about poor little Harry Potter, Ami faded out onto the parallel plateau she often drifted to where she could daydream all she wanted. She couldn't get his name out of her head - Draco Malfoy. That sounded like the name of a famous sorcerer who would come save her in her hour of need on a maleficent dragon and sweep her away to Neverland. There, she would just lay in his arms and run her hands through his smooth hair (she had become obsessed with it) and never be lonely again. Poor Draco, not poor Harry! He never did anything wrong! He just wanted to save her!
By this time, Ami's dreams and reality had blended together in a fountain of minor insanity. She mechanically thanked Cho and dragged an extremely confuzzled Jesmyn down the hall behind Draco. She ran up behind him, and in one insane motion, grabbed his robes, pulled him around, ran her fingers through his hair, uttered in a light fluffy voice, "Shiny haired sorcerer," and collapsed into his arms. Exhaustion and sheer clumsiness had finally taken its toll on the poor young girl.
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A/N:: Hope you liked it! Remember: Harry Potter is trademark JK Rowling and whoever else helped her out. Also, Neverland is trademark Disney for Peter Pan.