Interesting Consequences
Chapter Two
"So we've got everything but the books?"
I looked at my list, "Yes, Cori."
Cori and I had been shopping for hours, and I was beginning to wish I wasn't going off to school at all. Going through these books searching for the ones I needed , I spotted a site I was never in the mood to see.
"It's a Weasley," I sneered.
"Where?" Cori looked around.
"There," he was tall for his seemingly thirteen years, longish red hair pinned back in a pony tail, the freckles sprinkled across the face, the unfashionable robes, the arrogant courage that seemed to resinate... all definite signs.
Cori pursed her lips together in recognition of the man the boy stood beside. "Ron."
"Who?"
Cori shook her head, "You are the image of a Malfoy."
"You always say that, what does it mean?"
"It means, Kit, that there is much you have to learn."
"Whatever, it's still a Weasley, I want to leave."
"Let me tell you something about the Weasleys, Kit, they may be poor, reckless, and as your father says a pathetic excuse for pure wizarding families."
"Exactly."
"Hush," Cori snapped, but not unkindly, "Don't be like your father and let that cloud your mind and heart. Weasleys are to be respected.
"Why?"
Cori shook her head, "You'll understand one day."
The man Cori had called Ron spotted them and started to make their way over to them, his son not far behind. I shrank behind Cori's robes.
"Runa."
"Weasley."
"How are you?"
"Well, you?"
"Fine, you remember my son, David?"
"I do, one of my best students."
"Hello, Professor," David nodded politely.
"This is my goddaughter Kit, "Cori pulled me from behind her, "Or as her parents call her, Katarina."
The man called Ron smiled, "Oh yes, Malfoy's child, I can see now."
David again nodded, but turned away.
"How is Ginny," Cori asked.
"She's doing better."
"Still not married?"
"Never will be."
Cori nodded in understanding, if I wasn't so concerned with the fact that I was in the presence of those that were beneath me, I would have found this meeting strange, but in my ten soon to be eleven year old mind, I was far from caring about it, besides, Cori was strange.
Chapter Two
"So we've got everything but the books?"
I looked at my list, "Yes, Cori."
Cori and I had been shopping for hours, and I was beginning to wish I wasn't going off to school at all. Going through these books searching for the ones I needed , I spotted a site I was never in the mood to see.
"It's a Weasley," I sneered.
"Where?" Cori looked around.
"There," he was tall for his seemingly thirteen years, longish red hair pinned back in a pony tail, the freckles sprinkled across the face, the unfashionable robes, the arrogant courage that seemed to resinate... all definite signs.
Cori pursed her lips together in recognition of the man the boy stood beside. "Ron."
"Who?"
Cori shook her head, "You are the image of a Malfoy."
"You always say that, what does it mean?"
"It means, Kit, that there is much you have to learn."
"Whatever, it's still a Weasley, I want to leave."
"Let me tell you something about the Weasleys, Kit, they may be poor, reckless, and as your father says a pathetic excuse for pure wizarding families."
"Exactly."
"Hush," Cori snapped, but not unkindly, "Don't be like your father and let that cloud your mind and heart. Weasleys are to be respected.
"Why?"
Cori shook her head, "You'll understand one day."
The man Cori had called Ron spotted them and started to make their way over to them, his son not far behind. I shrank behind Cori's robes.
"Runa."
"Weasley."
"How are you?"
"Well, you?"
"Fine, you remember my son, David?"
"I do, one of my best students."
"Hello, Professor," David nodded politely.
"This is my goddaughter Kit, "Cori pulled me from behind her, "Or as her parents call her, Katarina."
The man called Ron smiled, "Oh yes, Malfoy's child, I can see now."
David again nodded, but turned away.
"How is Ginny," Cori asked.
"She's doing better."
"Still not married?"
"Never will be."
Cori nodded in understanding, if I wasn't so concerned with the fact that I was in the presence of those that were beneath me, I would have found this meeting strange, but in my ten soon to be eleven year old mind, I was far from caring about it, besides, Cori was strange.