Chapter two- 'the weirdest one yet'
"So... enjoying being head girl?" Harry chanced to ask Hermione once they stepped down from the Hogwarts train.
It was obvious to anyone Hermione wasn't enjoying it. Him asking just annoyed her more. Hermione had been glaring at the floor since she ran out of the compartment once the train came to a halt.
Hermione stopped and raised and eyebrow with crossing her arms over her chest.
"What do you think Harry?" she asked
The three of them made their way as usual to the great hall. The sky above was a cloudy gray and it looked just on the edge of a lighting storm. They took a couple seats towards the front of the Gryffindor table.
"Come on! I'm hungry!" Ron said, banging his fist, which already had silver wear in them on the table
"I told you to get something from the trolley" Harry reasoned with him as the first years started to enter.
The first years looked scared as usual. Hermione scanned over them until her eyes landed on a partially small blond one. Hermione squinted her eyes, trying to get a better look. The girl looked so familiar, but she just couldn't put her finger on it.
Professor McGonagall came out the side door carrying the wooden stool and sorting hat. She set it in the front and stepped aside as the sorting hat began to sign its song.
They all listened carefully to it and Hermione realized it didn't mention anything about Voldemort being back. In fact, it only talked about the Hogwarts house and how they got started. 'That's odd' Hermione thought to herself as McGonagall started to sort the first years. Soon enough McGonagall was on 'Lasher, David' who was sorted into Ravenclaw.
"Lovegood, Penny" Professor McGonagall called out. The small blonde girl stepped timidly forward and gulped as she put on the hat, which immediately yelled "Gryffindor"
"That's why she looks so familiar," Hermione hissed to Ron and Harry
"Great! Another one, this'll be just grand" Ron said sarcastically.
Hermione ignored Ron's comment because she figured the hungry was getting to him. She thought the girl looked pretty sane to her, unlike her wacko sister.
Finally McGonagall called 'Yang, Matt' a long black hair kid with black eyes who was sorted into Slytherin.
As Professor Dumbledore stood a moment later, the silence ceased at once. He cleared his throat and began.
"Another years arrived and soon enough this year will pass as well. As you older students glance down at the nervous first years, it's hard to remember when you were like that, isn't it? But first and second years you will be older soon enough and pass through this school as well. Live your life to its extent, because we here are to prepare you for life" Hermione distinctively saw Dumbledore glanced down at Harry when he said that. Ron, who obviously didn't get the point of his speech, let out a sigh that was louder then he intended "And since Mr. Weasley here is just about starving from hungry I won't keep you waiting"
Dumbledore sat down and clapped his hands so the food appeared while Ron looked down bashfully, his ears turning slightly pink.
Once everyone had been feed and Ron was no longer in such an impatient mood, Dumbledore stood once more.
Hermione was just half way spacing out as he gave his usual speech, she was worrying about the horrors she would have to spend with Malfoy this year. But she got knocked from her thoughts and back down to earth when she heard Dumbledore mentioned something that he didn't say every year.
"As you may or may not have noticed we have a new teacher with us this year, her name if Professor Weaver" Dumbledore gestured to a women who stood up next to him just two seats to the left.
It seemed no one else noticed her before too, not just Hermione.
Hermione was looking at the girl with slight suspicion; the women seemed like someone Hermione would've spotted out of a crowd. She had dark, stringy, waist length hair that was contently falling around her still face. Her face was somber and extremely pale; she was almost freighting. Hermione would've been scared senseless if the Women hadn't been at least wearing a kind smile. The thing that scared Hermione the most, was the women's eyes... they were... red. They were the color of blood and even though they were wearing a pleasant look within them, Hermione just couldn't steer her gaze away. She noticed out of the corner she wasn't the only one who thought this woman was quiet strange; Ron and Harry were both wearing identical looks of shock.
Hermione snapped out of her trance when Dumbledore started to clap as everyone had been in too much of a state of shock to put their hands together. Hermione clapped along with a few random unenthusiastic people. 'Well this'll be interesting' Hermione thought to herself once she stood up from the Gryffindor table.
"So... enjoying being head girl?" Harry chanced to ask Hermione once they stepped down from the Hogwarts train.
It was obvious to anyone Hermione wasn't enjoying it. Him asking just annoyed her more. Hermione had been glaring at the floor since she ran out of the compartment once the train came to a halt.
Hermione stopped and raised and eyebrow with crossing her arms over her chest.
"What do you think Harry?" she asked
The three of them made their way as usual to the great hall. The sky above was a cloudy gray and it looked just on the edge of a lighting storm. They took a couple seats towards the front of the Gryffindor table.
"Come on! I'm hungry!" Ron said, banging his fist, which already had silver wear in them on the table
"I told you to get something from the trolley" Harry reasoned with him as the first years started to enter.
The first years looked scared as usual. Hermione scanned over them until her eyes landed on a partially small blond one. Hermione squinted her eyes, trying to get a better look. The girl looked so familiar, but she just couldn't put her finger on it.
Professor McGonagall came out the side door carrying the wooden stool and sorting hat. She set it in the front and stepped aside as the sorting hat began to sign its song.
They all listened carefully to it and Hermione realized it didn't mention anything about Voldemort being back. In fact, it only talked about the Hogwarts house and how they got started. 'That's odd' Hermione thought to herself as McGonagall started to sort the first years. Soon enough McGonagall was on 'Lasher, David' who was sorted into Ravenclaw.
"Lovegood, Penny" Professor McGonagall called out. The small blonde girl stepped timidly forward and gulped as she put on the hat, which immediately yelled "Gryffindor"
"That's why she looks so familiar," Hermione hissed to Ron and Harry
"Great! Another one, this'll be just grand" Ron said sarcastically.
Hermione ignored Ron's comment because she figured the hungry was getting to him. She thought the girl looked pretty sane to her, unlike her wacko sister.
Finally McGonagall called 'Yang, Matt' a long black hair kid with black eyes who was sorted into Slytherin.
As Professor Dumbledore stood a moment later, the silence ceased at once. He cleared his throat and began.
"Another years arrived and soon enough this year will pass as well. As you older students glance down at the nervous first years, it's hard to remember when you were like that, isn't it? But first and second years you will be older soon enough and pass through this school as well. Live your life to its extent, because we here are to prepare you for life" Hermione distinctively saw Dumbledore glanced down at Harry when he said that. Ron, who obviously didn't get the point of his speech, let out a sigh that was louder then he intended "And since Mr. Weasley here is just about starving from hungry I won't keep you waiting"
Dumbledore sat down and clapped his hands so the food appeared while Ron looked down bashfully, his ears turning slightly pink.
Once everyone had been feed and Ron was no longer in such an impatient mood, Dumbledore stood once more.
Hermione was just half way spacing out as he gave his usual speech, she was worrying about the horrors she would have to spend with Malfoy this year. But she got knocked from her thoughts and back down to earth when she heard Dumbledore mentioned something that he didn't say every year.
"As you may or may not have noticed we have a new teacher with us this year, her name if Professor Weaver" Dumbledore gestured to a women who stood up next to him just two seats to the left.
It seemed no one else noticed her before too, not just Hermione.
Hermione was looking at the girl with slight suspicion; the women seemed like someone Hermione would've spotted out of a crowd. She had dark, stringy, waist length hair that was contently falling around her still face. Her face was somber and extremely pale; she was almost freighting. Hermione would've been scared senseless if the Women hadn't been at least wearing a kind smile. The thing that scared Hermione the most, was the women's eyes... they were... red. They were the color of blood and even though they were wearing a pleasant look within them, Hermione just couldn't steer her gaze away. She noticed out of the corner she wasn't the only one who thought this woman was quiet strange; Ron and Harry were both wearing identical looks of shock.
Hermione snapped out of her trance when Dumbledore started to clap as everyone had been in too much of a state of shock to put their hands together. Hermione clapped along with a few random unenthusiastic people. 'Well this'll be interesting' Hermione thought to herself once she stood up from the Gryffindor table.
