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Riddles

By ME! Monsoon

Chapter 8: Dinner, Pugs, and the Sorting Hat

I trembled slightly as I climbed into a horse-less carriage that contained two other. The boys seemed to be a little older than myself, possibly by only a year or two. Their bright red hair and freckles reminded me of someone that I should have known but I had most likely forgotten.

They grinned mischievously at me as I sat down and wrapped my robes around my body. "Cold?" asked one of the twins. I nodded. "I thought it was rather warm. Didn't you Fred?" The other smirked.

"Yup. But if the little lady is cold, we should keep her warm shouldn't we?" I looked skeptically at them.

"Touch me in any way and you will not live to see dinner." They broke into laughter. One pulled out his wand and zapped up a small warm fire on the seat next to me. "Uh," I passed my hand through the flames and let the flames lick my hand. I grinned. "Sweet. Thanks. I'm Rilee by the way."

"I'm Fred and this is George."

We conjured up more fires in the castle bound cart until each wall, including the ceiling and the floor had colorful flames. Each flaming tongue wavered in the air and searched for more fuel. When we reached the stone building, the flames died down to bitter embers and we emerged from the coach in good spirits.

I was walking with Fred and George for only a mere second before seeing the intense scowl on Draco's face. I smirked. 'Is he jealous? I wonder what of.' I turned to Fred, the closest. "Hey Fred," I whispered. "You see that blonde kid over there?" He nodded, growling at the same time. "Well, he still sleeps with a night-light." Fred broke into laughter and hurriedly told his brother. We ran past Draco laughing hysterically. We were slowing down when I heard a stern voice from behind me. Only it wasn't calling my name.

"Potter! Black! Granger! I want to see you three!" I spun around to stare. 'Potter? Harry Potter? The boy that failed to destroy my father? That Potter?' I watched as a boy and two girls pushed through the crowd followed by another freckled red head. 'Must be the little brother of Fred and George.' The teacher next to me said something to the black haired boy that I assumed to be Potter. Then she turned to the red head and addressed him. "Move along there, Weasley."

"Weasley?!" I turned to face the red head but students blocked my path and pushed us apart. 'Damn! . . . Then that means Fred and George are . . . fuck.'

I was herded into the Great Hall along with the others. Searching for Draco I made my way over to a long, plate-laden table. "Draco!" I called.

"Shut up! I'm right here!" I turned and bumped into the dumb blonde. "Watch it Rilee!"

"Well it's not like you announced you were behind me Draco!" I spat back.

"I shouldn't have to." He growled. I glared at him in disgust.

"Bite me!" I turned back to the Slytherin table shooting death glares at anyone dumb enough to look in my direction. I sat down in the middle of the Slytherin house and laid my head on the wooden surface. I must have zoned out since when I heard someone speaking it was in a weird poetic rhythm.

"Kill"

I shook my head, "I'm so glad I don't have to go up there and be sorted," I whispered to the girl next to me. She eyed me with distaste.

"You're the new one aren't you?" She wrinkled her nose, making her look like a pug.

"Yeah, so?" I straightened my posture, flicking a strand of blue hair over my shoulder. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Just make sure that you stay away from my Draco." I glanced at her as if she were crazy.

"Sorry pooch, but one, Draco's taken. Two he's more of a brother to me and three, never in three million years would I ever love a Malfoy." I got up and growled. "You make me sick." I spat at her feet and moved to another seat.

"It'll be fun causing her pain this year." I looked up. Across from me sat an average height girl with long black hair. She grinned at me. "The name's Miketsu. Nephiro Miketsu. And you are?"

'Wow an almighty bitch.' "Rilee," I replied flatly. She glanced at me in the tiniest bout of confusion.

"What? No last name?"

"Rilee Riddle," I spat. 'There I did it. I told someone here my last name.'

"Hell, you say it like it's a bad thing. I never knew having a last name was so horrible," she added mockingly.

"Shut up."

She held up her hands in mock defense. "Okay, have it your way. You're the one that's on edge." I growled but she dropped the subject, turning her attention back to the food in front of her and the conversation between Draco and some other idiots.

'I'm definitely not eating after the train encounter.' I held back the bile in my throat and got lost within my thoughts.

Miketsu must have asked me a question several times while I was lost in thought because soon enough I was soaked in water. It was a good thing that I was wearing black underneath my cloak. "WHAT?" I demanded. She smirked and pointed behind me. There stood the tight-lipped teacher from earlier in the hall. She had a rather large scowl on her face. "Come on you two. You need to be sorted." I got up dripping with water. The teacher waved her wand and instantly my clothes were dry. "Wait for me by the door. I have one other student to collect."

Nephiro and I walked over to the hall doors and watched as she went to break up Draco and some short chick that I was assuming to be Black. It was hard to tell from a distance. The girl stuck out her tongue at Draco as she left with the teacher.

"Well that's very mature Emily!" Draco yelled.

'Yup, that's Black all right.' Emily hurried to catch up with the teacher.

We walked up to the professor's office in silence. Only when we were sitting did the professor speak. "Now, it seems like there has been some weird blah, blah, blah." I zoned out of her voice and stared into space.

"Uh, professor?" Nephiro asked.

"Yes Miss Miketsu?"

"What are we doing in here?" She looked around, clearly amused.

"Weren't you paying attention moron?" I spat. 'Oh yeah, I'm being hypocritical. Sweet.' Nephiro turned her attention to me and glared. I glared back.

"Girls stop. You're behaving like Miss Black and Mister Malfoy." I shivered. Being compared to a Malfoy was a major dis. "Now I'll have you put on the hat first Emily."

"Oh joy," said Black. She reached across the desk and took the old smelly hat from the teacher's hands. She placed it on her head and soon enough it shouted "GRYFFINDOR!"

"Ah, okay. Pass the hat along. Miss Miketsu, you next." Nephiro looked at the thing in her hands with extreme disgust. Gingerly she placed it on her head. It wasn't there long before it cried, "SLYTHERIN!"

Nephiro smirked and handed the Sorting Hat to me. I took it with hesitation and began to lower the hat onto my head. It was only an inch from my hair when it shouted "SLYTHERIN!" 'Oh yipee-do-fricken-da. Like I didn't see that coming,' I thought sarcastically.

"That settles it. I assume Professor Snape will perform the Memoria spell on you tomorrow. I'll walk Emi here to the Gryffindor common room, and Whiskey will take you two to the Slytherin room." She nodded toward a house elf wearing a bath towel. I smirked at it.

"Come along Miss Black." Emily followed the professor out the door, leaving us with the little elf.

Notes by me: wow, long chapter in my standards. 5 pages long. Go me! One more week and this little hellion will be free once again! Soon my children you will be relieved of the stress I have caused in you all.

Other than that, Later Days!