Chapter Two
Invaluable Advice
Teresa slipped into a light slumber as the train as it made its way speedily towards Hogwarts. She was enjoying a nice dream about Dungbombs and Pepper Imps when her compartment door was flung open, startling her. She blinked, adjusting her eyes to the new light that flooded in through the open door. Three figures came into focus. One was a boy with blonde hair slicked back by some type of gel. Teresa felt the look didn't suit him. He was flanked by two large boys with expressions on their faces resembling that of very disgruntled guard dogs. She shrunk back, intimidated by the extreme largeness of the boys, her cinnamon hair falling into her pine green eyes. She gulped and stammered a greeting, something along the lines of "Er.Hello.um.hi. How's it hanging?" The boys gave her a look of confusion, then recognition. The blonde boy stepped forward. "Hello dear, I'm Draco Malfoy. You must be the.ahem.American." he drawled in a bored, "been there, done that" tone. She nodded meekly, hoping to god that the boys the size of Manhattan wouldn't decide to sit on her for fun. She pulled her face into a sweet smile and stood up, looking Draco straight in the eye.
"Hey there, what's up? Im Teresa Berenson." She said brightly, holding out a hand with carefully manicured red nails. Draco took her hand, shook it then looked her up and down. Teresa felt slightly unnerved. "So, Teresa, what house are you going for? I'm in Slytherin.Wait.You cant possibly be a first year.Explain." "I left my old school. I was a trouble maker."At this she grinned slyly. She went on "My parents thought a Brit school would whip me into shape. And here I am. I'm getting sorted this year, but I'm going to be a third year. I don't really know about the houses." she paused, looking up at the two monstrous boys flanking Draco. "Who are you guys?" Draco waved a hand dismissivly, as if to brush off the comment. "Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. They have their uses. So, Teresa, wouldn't it be simply exciting if we were in the same house?" He grinned at Teresa. She kept her sweet smile plastered onto her face. "Um, huh?" She said, not wanting to give a direct answer, for fear of being smashed, or being smooched all the way up her arms. Draco took her hand and shook it. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, dear. I'll see you around the castle." His face split into a grin almost as sly as one that Teresa would pull off. She could only hope his intentions had nothing to do with her tongue piercing. About ten minutes later, the compartment door burst open again, and in came a tall boy with dreadlocks, and two identical, shorter boys with red hair and evil grins. The boy with the dreadlocks thrust a small white box into her face. "Chocolates?" He smiled sweetly. She snatched a large box out from behind her held it out to him. "Cremes?" She offered, batting her eyelashes innocently. His eyes went wide with glee. "Sure!" He proceeded to hand one of the boys his box and take Teresa's. He opened it, let out a shout, and jumped about 4 feet in the air, nearly hitting his head. A cat jumped out and had firmly latched it's self onto his face, mewling with giddy fright. The cat was tiny and black, with yellow eyes and a niche in one of his ears. "GET THIS THING OFF ME!" The boy with the dreadlocks flailed his arms wildly as the twins laughed hysterically at their friend. Teresa retrieved her kitten from the boy's face and it promptly fell asleep in its box. She giggled. "You aren't the only ones with tricks up their sleeves. I'm Teresa Berenson. I'm new to the school. A third year. I left my old school in America because I was too much of a trouble maker. Who are you?" One of the twins spoke up "I'm George Weasley, this is Fred, my brother. And this is Lee Jordan" George pointed to the boy with the dreadlocks who had taken his box back from Fred the second red haired twin. Lee opened the box and Teresa peered inside to find a tarantula waving its feelers and legs up at her. "So you're a trickster too? Well, well, well. Fred, George? I think we found us a companion. And she's cute too! Stick with us Teresa, you wont go far wrong.or rather, you do a lot of wrong stuff.and uh.not get in trouble? So you go wrong, but wont get wronged for it? You'll do wrong stuff and you wont get in trouble for doing the stuff that is wrongly did? Or maybe, you could be wrongly troubled and not be getting wronged for the right things? Or perhaps-". "Quiet down before you hurt yourself." Instructed Fred firmly. George looked at her, puzzled. "What did you do to get you ousted from your other school?" "Oh, that. I blew up a toilet." Teresa said offhandedly. Fred and George glanced at each other. Fred stepped forward and held out a hand. "Stick with us, kiddo, and you'll do just fine" Teresa took it, with a smirk on her face identical to that of the three boys. "Yeah, I'll be just fine."
Invaluable Advice
Teresa slipped into a light slumber as the train as it made its way speedily towards Hogwarts. She was enjoying a nice dream about Dungbombs and Pepper Imps when her compartment door was flung open, startling her. She blinked, adjusting her eyes to the new light that flooded in through the open door. Three figures came into focus. One was a boy with blonde hair slicked back by some type of gel. Teresa felt the look didn't suit him. He was flanked by two large boys with expressions on their faces resembling that of very disgruntled guard dogs. She shrunk back, intimidated by the extreme largeness of the boys, her cinnamon hair falling into her pine green eyes. She gulped and stammered a greeting, something along the lines of "Er.Hello.um.hi. How's it hanging?" The boys gave her a look of confusion, then recognition. The blonde boy stepped forward. "Hello dear, I'm Draco Malfoy. You must be the.ahem.American." he drawled in a bored, "been there, done that" tone. She nodded meekly, hoping to god that the boys the size of Manhattan wouldn't decide to sit on her for fun. She pulled her face into a sweet smile and stood up, looking Draco straight in the eye.
"Hey there, what's up? Im Teresa Berenson." She said brightly, holding out a hand with carefully manicured red nails. Draco took her hand, shook it then looked her up and down. Teresa felt slightly unnerved. "So, Teresa, what house are you going for? I'm in Slytherin.Wait.You cant possibly be a first year.Explain." "I left my old school. I was a trouble maker."At this she grinned slyly. She went on "My parents thought a Brit school would whip me into shape. And here I am. I'm getting sorted this year, but I'm going to be a third year. I don't really know about the houses." she paused, looking up at the two monstrous boys flanking Draco. "Who are you guys?" Draco waved a hand dismissivly, as if to brush off the comment. "Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. They have their uses. So, Teresa, wouldn't it be simply exciting if we were in the same house?" He grinned at Teresa. She kept her sweet smile plastered onto her face. "Um, huh?" She said, not wanting to give a direct answer, for fear of being smashed, or being smooched all the way up her arms. Draco took her hand and shook it. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, dear. I'll see you around the castle." His face split into a grin almost as sly as one that Teresa would pull off. She could only hope his intentions had nothing to do with her tongue piercing. About ten minutes later, the compartment door burst open again, and in came a tall boy with dreadlocks, and two identical, shorter boys with red hair and evil grins. The boy with the dreadlocks thrust a small white box into her face. "Chocolates?" He smiled sweetly. She snatched a large box out from behind her held it out to him. "Cremes?" She offered, batting her eyelashes innocently. His eyes went wide with glee. "Sure!" He proceeded to hand one of the boys his box and take Teresa's. He opened it, let out a shout, and jumped about 4 feet in the air, nearly hitting his head. A cat jumped out and had firmly latched it's self onto his face, mewling with giddy fright. The cat was tiny and black, with yellow eyes and a niche in one of his ears. "GET THIS THING OFF ME!" The boy with the dreadlocks flailed his arms wildly as the twins laughed hysterically at their friend. Teresa retrieved her kitten from the boy's face and it promptly fell asleep in its box. She giggled. "You aren't the only ones with tricks up their sleeves. I'm Teresa Berenson. I'm new to the school. A third year. I left my old school in America because I was too much of a trouble maker. Who are you?" One of the twins spoke up "I'm George Weasley, this is Fred, my brother. And this is Lee Jordan" George pointed to the boy with the dreadlocks who had taken his box back from Fred the second red haired twin. Lee opened the box and Teresa peered inside to find a tarantula waving its feelers and legs up at her. "So you're a trickster too? Well, well, well. Fred, George? I think we found us a companion. And she's cute too! Stick with us Teresa, you wont go far wrong.or rather, you do a lot of wrong stuff.and uh.not get in trouble? So you go wrong, but wont get wronged for it? You'll do wrong stuff and you wont get in trouble for doing the stuff that is wrongly did? Or maybe, you could be wrongly troubled and not be getting wronged for the right things? Or perhaps-". "Quiet down before you hurt yourself." Instructed Fred firmly. George looked at her, puzzled. "What did you do to get you ousted from your other school?" "Oh, that. I blew up a toilet." Teresa said offhandedly. Fred and George glanced at each other. Fred stepped forward and held out a hand. "Stick with us, kiddo, and you'll do just fine" Teresa took it, with a smirk on her face identical to that of the three boys. "Yeah, I'll be just fine."