Title: Musings of A Tired Mind
Author: Remii
Disclaimer: Mm. My favorite part: the LEGAL CRAP. Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter of any of its wonderful character... T_T They belong to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling. I do, however, own this story and any made- up spells or characters, so I'd appreciate it if you would ask before 'borrowing' them.
Warning: Well, the beginning starts out slow, so I'll dub it PG-13 for now, seeing as how it might progress in the future. ^_~
Eye Catching Blurb: We all know wizards are the higher power..but what if there was an even higher power that could control the outcome of our fate just by some simple words? And what does the renowned boy Harry Potter have to do with it all? Pasts will be exposed. Dreams will be foretold. But what's the big deal? Not like anyone gives a shit anyway. Welcome to Hogwarts.
Special Thanks: To my beta reader! Go Ambie, you kick ass!
/blah/ Hermione's though
Thanks to all who reviewed!
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Chapter Three: Of Midnight Strolls and Ogling
"My names Hermione. Hermione--"
"Granger! I know. I'm Sohrae Gandillon. I'm in your house!"
/Sohrae Gandillon, eh? Interesting name.. / She was a pretty girl. Tall. About 5'7", which made Hermione feel short in all of her 5 feet and 5 inches. Sohrae's hair was dark blond and done up in two small buns with hair fanning out around them. /They look like little sunflowers./ Although it seemed her tips were dyed black. It looked quite nice, Hermione determined. And was that? Hermione concealed her gasp. Sohrae had her nose pierced! Where was this girl from? She wasn't wearing the Hogwarts uniform, but that could be expected, seeing as she was new. She had on a dark blue -- *tight*-- shirt and a *short* black skirt. Well. She seems nice enough, Hermione thought.
"Really? Dumbledore never mentioned that. Welcome!"
"Mmhm. Thank you." Sohrae's head kept whipping this way and that, observing the different paintings and other tid bits adjourning the halls.
The two walked in comfortable silence until they reached the stairwell. Which way to go?
"Lets see." Hermione looked at all the stairs. /That one leads to the Great Hall. That one leads to the forbidden hallway. That one to the dungeons--wait. No. Now it leads to the3rd level: Gryffindor Common room. Hm. Choices./ "I guess I'll just bring you to the Great Hall and show you how to get places from there."
"Sounds great to me!" Sohrae said, smiling.
Hermione looked at Sohrae out of the corner of her eye. She was really..bouncy. Literally. Sohrae was walking with her hands behind her back and a bounce her to step. Hermione could definitely get used to some hyper activity in the common room again. She might not be known for always enjoying Fred and George's parties and what nots, but she truly missed them, and it had been so quite and..boring since they left.
Smiling to herself, Hermione tried not to laugh when she picture the love-struck faces of the boys when they met Sohrae.
"What are you laughing at?" Sohrae said, still smiling.
"I'm picturing the faces of the boys when they meet you."
"What do their faces portray?"
"Oh. They're ogling you," Hermione said, laughing more at Neville's expression which just made its way into her head. /A gaping fish!
Sohrae laughed and smiled brightly. "I've never been 'ogled' before!" she said truthfully.
"Really? You seem the type to know attention."
"Oh?"
"Yes. It's in your walk. You're so confident."
"Its that obvious?" Sohrae laughed again at Hermione's nod. "That's good! Everyone should be confident in themselves! Its natural," she added with a good-natured prissy tone.
"And you're so optimistic!" Both girls laughed, and soon realized they reached the Great Hall.
"Well here we are! The Great Hall of Food Fights and Owl droppings." Hermione smirked at Sohrae's startled face. "There's not really owl droppings. I was just kidding. Its quite nice, would you like to see it?"
"No. That's ok. I already saw it. Or.. What was visible under all the food. What's next?"
"We'll see. Let's head this way."
Hermione led Sohrae down many corridors. Filch seemed to be in a different part of the school, and Mrs. Norris along with him. They didn't meet any students along their way, however, several pictures tried making conversations with the wondering students.
"I'm so deranged, you know I'll never be the saaaaaame. Tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness 'cause your the death of me...dum dum de duh da duh..."
"Huh? Are you singing?" Hermione questioned. "That's two in one night."
"Oh. Sorry! I do that sometimes. It clears my mind. Who else was singing?"
"Harry was. Even though he's unconscious," Hermione mused.
"Harry? Harry who? Not Potter?" At Hermione's nod she squeaked. "Really? No way! Harry Potter. He's a legend even in America. Wow. I'm in the same school as him. That's so cool!"
"Uh-huh." /Another one. Harry's going to have a fun year.* Hermione laughed in her head at him. "So. What were you singing?"
"Orgy," Sohrae replied.
"Orgy?!" Hermione squeaked.
"It's a band! Well known in America. If you like that kind of music." Sohrae stopped in front of a witch statue. "This looks...familiar.."
"Oh my. That's an interesting name for a band." Pausing when Sohrae's last words made their way to her ear, Hermione took a good look at where they were. "Oh great! There aren't even classrooms near here. Well. Not important ones. Snape's class is down the corridor some ways, but we'll see that some other time."
"Ok..." Sohrae still stared at the statue, but hurried on when she realized that Hermione had continued and was talking to her.
They came upon a dark corner and Hermione took out her wand. "Lumos!" she whispered, and a light came from the tip of her wand to illuminate their darkened way. Sohrae noticed Hermione take out her hand, and the expert way she twisted the wand in her hand when putting it away. Upon seeing her use the wand for magic, her eyes lit up.
"You have a wand! I just love wands! May I see yours?"
"Uh. Well, you know. Its just.. a wand. I'm a bit reluctant to hand it over to anyone, as you can understand." Hermione gave her a pointed look to say 'no'. "Here's Professor Flitwick's classroom. He's the charms teacher."
"Oh. Ok. I understand. I can't wait to get my wand. It should be so interesting to use a wand for magic. What fun!"
"You don't have a wand?!" Hermione all but yelled. "How--What??"
"No! No, you misunderstood me. I have a wand. Just..It broke! Yes. Broke during my travels. I must get a new one. Right away. As soon as possible." Sohrae hoped Hermione would believe her, but from how Dumbledore described the girl, she doubted the smartest girl in Hogwarts would fall for that. 'Stupid' she reprimanded herself. Dumbledore had specifically stated not to mention her lack of a wand.
"Ah. I see. Ron's wand broke a while back. He had to get a new one too." Hermione realized Sohrae was hiding something, but it was getting late and it could be left to matter more in the morning. "Well. Its getting late. Shall we retire?"
"Yes. Lets."
They made their way back to the Common room, but not without Hermione showing Sohrae Professor McGonagall's classroom. Once inside the bedrooms Hermione plopped into her bed, Sohrae doing the same, and they were asleep by the time their heads reached the pillows.
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Light streamed through the slight gap in the curtains. The sun's rays chose to enter into the bedroom in a direct path to Hermione's eye, and she grumbled her annoyance. Squinting her eyes tighter, she finally resigned to her fate and opened them only to shut them with a cry. Ok, the sun was out for her, Slowly getting up, she determined only her, seeing as how it hadn't waken anyone else up a good - here she looked at her clock and grumbled some more - half hour before she needed to.
Hermione opened her curtains all the way, which was quite a stupid thing to do, seeing as how the sun wasn't just shining into the small gap. Closing her eyes, she willed herself to just get up and go to the bathroom. It was only five steps to the left, another ten steps straight to the door, and then seven steps to the sink. Was it really worth it? Hermione yawned, and upon smelling her breath concluded yes. When she finally opened her eyes once more she muffled a scream and let out a yelp. She was staring at Sohrae's face, which was too close too early in the morning.
"Ew! Morning breath!! I've been assaulted by morning breath!!" Sohrae dropped dramatically onto Hermione's bed with a fwop. "Good morning," she added as an after thought.
Hermione clamped her hand to her mouth, immediately self-conscious of her breath. "Mut er oo dung abak?!"
Sohrae turned to rest on her side and propped her head on her hand. "Come again?"
Hermione uncovered her mouth. "What are you doing awake?" she asked.
"I'm too nervous! Couldn't sleep." She rolled onto her stomach and rested her chin on her crossed arms. "Hey! Your pillow is fluffier than mine." She looked at Hermione and something seemed to click in her head. Looking at Hermione's knotty hair, puffy eyes, and disheveled clothing, she giggled. "You're not a morning person, are you?"
Hermione glared and stood from the bed. She murmured something about her bladder and entered the bathroom. Sohrae smiled and called out, "Don't take too long!"
* * *
Half an hour later found the two girls playing a game of Wizard's Chess down in the
common room.
"This is so much fun!" Sohrae grinned maniacally, delighted by the fact that the pieces destroyed each other.
"You should play Ron," Hermione laughed, picturing Sohrae's disappointed pout when Ron beat her in 3 seconds. "He's quite good."
"Who is this 'Ron'? You spoke of him last night too. Hm? Who is he? Huh? Huh?"
"Oh stop! It's not like that! He's a very good friend of Harry and I." Hermione groaned when Sohrae's eyes lit up.
"He's a friend of Harry too? Harry knows how to pick his company," Sohrae added, "so Ron must be fun too!"
Hermione fought the urge to throw chess pieces at her head. "Wait until you meet Draco. One of Harry's better picks."
"Oh? What's wrong with him?" Sohrae asked, curious.
"Oh nothing, nothing! He doesn't get along with Ron much, but he's okay. Very sarcastic. And melodramatic. Cocky. Stubborn. Full of himself. The list goes on..."
The sound of feet coming down the stairs came near the boy's bedroom caused Sohrae to swallow what she was about to say. Both girls turned in that direction, waiting to see who it was. Seamus came thundering down the stairs, flanked by Dean, although Sohrae didn't know them as such.
Seamus stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Sohrae, causing Dean to run into him from behind. Dean glared at the back of Seamus' head then looked over to what had captivated his friend's attention. "Holy shit," was the only thing that left his mouth.
Sohrae squirmed under their gazes and poked Hermione's side to get her attention.
"Hermione...is this what you meant by being...'ogled'?"
Hermione laughed and nodded. "I told you so!"
"This sucks."
"Ahem," came from the stairwell. The girls turned back towards that direction. Dean ran a hand through his hair and walked around Seamus to stand in front of Sohrae. "I'm Dean," he said, extending his other hand toward her.
"Uh. Hello Dean. I'm Sohrae." Reluctantly she shook his hand, feeling that he would hold it out until she shook it.
Seamus came running up next to Dean. "I'm Seamus!" he added, smiling. Nothing like the good 'ol charm.
"Hi Seamus."
Awkward pause.
"So..where's Ron?" Sohrae asked.
Seamus' face fell.
He pointed to the stairs, and then announced that he was going to breakfast. Hermione heard him cursing Ron under his breath and watched Dean follow him out.
Said man of the moment appeared walking down the stairs and yawning. Completely oblivious to Sohrae, he sat down on the couch next to Hermione. Finally he noticed the new girl and looked at her. Stared, actually. He then shrugged and leaned into the couch. Delightful soft pillows they were.
"Shall we go to breakfast, then?" he asked, standing.
Oh yes. Sohrae would definitely get along with Ron. 'Ron: Non-Oogler' was added to her mental list.
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Breakfast brought more stares. Unnerving kind of stares. Undressing kind of stares. I'm going to shove my food down your pants if you keep looking at me thought provoking kind of stares.
Sohrae sat down with Hermione and Ron at the Gryffindor table. She didn't hesitate to show her disappointment when it became apparent that Harry wasn't joining them, either, causing Seamus to sink lower in his chair and curse Harry under his breath until Dean spilt pumpkin juice on his lap; who then became the bearer of his new wrath. It all seemed highly amusing to Draco who sat watching all the events unfold. Yes, he knew all about Sohrae already. Name: Sohrae Gandillon. Age: 17. Origin: America. House: Gryffindor. Admirers: Too many to count. Oddities: Nose pierced, hair dyed, didn't wear a robe. Or Gryffindor colors. He looked under the table. Yep. Most definitely not wearing Gryffindor colored socks. Who She Admired: Harry Potter.
Hermione truly smiled when her schedule appeared before her. Ron frowned when he saw how many classes they had with Slytherin. Sohrae giggled gleefully when Seamus 'accidentally' dropped some of his eggs in Dean's drink. Hoping to prevent another food feud, she started a conversation with Seamus, who was too surprised to say much. It soon ended, however, when Dumbledore stood from his seat to address the students.
"Good morning. I hope you all are pleased with your schedules and abide by the changes. Because of some..mishaps last night, I did not get a chance to introduce your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. His name is Abranydyr Alagordyr.
The students clapped their welcome; all the while Snape slunk further down his chair with a scowl set upon his face.
"I would also like to announce that we have a new student in addition to our many first years," Dumbledore continued. "Her name is Sohrae Gandillon; I hope you make her feel welcomed."
Dumbledore sat back down and engaged Professor Alagordyr in conversation. Sohrae, however, felt all the eyes on her as she tried to finish her breakfast. Finally she couldn't take it anymore, and whipped her head up, made eyes contact with several people, and screeched "WHAT?!" Some had the decency to feel ashamed and turn to stare at their plates. Others looked perplexed at her outburst before concentrating on something else. One boy in particular irked her when he laughed at her outburst and continued to scrutinize her. One platinum blond boy in particular. Sohrae growled under her breath, causing Draco to smirk at her frustration. Hermione glanced between the two of her friends and their stare down.
"Oh my."
From the teachers' table Dumbledore looked over to watch the scene unfold; his eyes twinkling behind their half moon glasses.
~End of Chapter Three! What do you think? Comments, Questions, Criticisms? All accepted! Though some more than others. Feel free to inflate my ego.~
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Author: Remii
Disclaimer: Mm. My favorite part: the LEGAL CRAP. Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter of any of its wonderful character... T_T They belong to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling. I do, however, own this story and any made- up spells or characters, so I'd appreciate it if you would ask before 'borrowing' them.
Warning: Well, the beginning starts out slow, so I'll dub it PG-13 for now, seeing as how it might progress in the future. ^_~
Eye Catching Blurb: We all know wizards are the higher power..but what if there was an even higher power that could control the outcome of our fate just by some simple words? And what does the renowned boy Harry Potter have to do with it all? Pasts will be exposed. Dreams will be foretold. But what's the big deal? Not like anyone gives a shit anyway. Welcome to Hogwarts.
Special Thanks: To my beta reader! Go Ambie, you kick ass!
/blah/ Hermione's though
Thanks to all who reviewed!
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Chapter Three: Of Midnight Strolls and Ogling
"My names Hermione. Hermione--"
"Granger! I know. I'm Sohrae Gandillon. I'm in your house!"
/Sohrae Gandillon, eh? Interesting name.. / She was a pretty girl. Tall. About 5'7", which made Hermione feel short in all of her 5 feet and 5 inches. Sohrae's hair was dark blond and done up in two small buns with hair fanning out around them. /They look like little sunflowers./ Although it seemed her tips were dyed black. It looked quite nice, Hermione determined. And was that? Hermione concealed her gasp. Sohrae had her nose pierced! Where was this girl from? She wasn't wearing the Hogwarts uniform, but that could be expected, seeing as she was new. She had on a dark blue -- *tight*-- shirt and a *short* black skirt. Well. She seems nice enough, Hermione thought.
"Really? Dumbledore never mentioned that. Welcome!"
"Mmhm. Thank you." Sohrae's head kept whipping this way and that, observing the different paintings and other tid bits adjourning the halls.
The two walked in comfortable silence until they reached the stairwell. Which way to go?
"Lets see." Hermione looked at all the stairs. /That one leads to the Great Hall. That one leads to the forbidden hallway. That one to the dungeons--wait. No. Now it leads to the3rd level: Gryffindor Common room. Hm. Choices./ "I guess I'll just bring you to the Great Hall and show you how to get places from there."
"Sounds great to me!" Sohrae said, smiling.
Hermione looked at Sohrae out of the corner of her eye. She was really..bouncy. Literally. Sohrae was walking with her hands behind her back and a bounce her to step. Hermione could definitely get used to some hyper activity in the common room again. She might not be known for always enjoying Fred and George's parties and what nots, but she truly missed them, and it had been so quite and..boring since they left.
Smiling to herself, Hermione tried not to laugh when she picture the love-struck faces of the boys when they met Sohrae.
"What are you laughing at?" Sohrae said, still smiling.
"I'm picturing the faces of the boys when they meet you."
"What do their faces portray?"
"Oh. They're ogling you," Hermione said, laughing more at Neville's expression which just made its way into her head. /A gaping fish!
Sohrae laughed and smiled brightly. "I've never been 'ogled' before!" she said truthfully.
"Really? You seem the type to know attention."
"Oh?"
"Yes. It's in your walk. You're so confident."
"Its that obvious?" Sohrae laughed again at Hermione's nod. "That's good! Everyone should be confident in themselves! Its natural," she added with a good-natured prissy tone.
"And you're so optimistic!" Both girls laughed, and soon realized they reached the Great Hall.
"Well here we are! The Great Hall of Food Fights and Owl droppings." Hermione smirked at Sohrae's startled face. "There's not really owl droppings. I was just kidding. Its quite nice, would you like to see it?"
"No. That's ok. I already saw it. Or.. What was visible under all the food. What's next?"
"We'll see. Let's head this way."
Hermione led Sohrae down many corridors. Filch seemed to be in a different part of the school, and Mrs. Norris along with him. They didn't meet any students along their way, however, several pictures tried making conversations with the wondering students.
"I'm so deranged, you know I'll never be the saaaaaame. Tying yourself to me stitch up my emptiness 'cause your the death of me...dum dum de duh da duh..."
"Huh? Are you singing?" Hermione questioned. "That's two in one night."
"Oh. Sorry! I do that sometimes. It clears my mind. Who else was singing?"
"Harry was. Even though he's unconscious," Hermione mused.
"Harry? Harry who? Not Potter?" At Hermione's nod she squeaked. "Really? No way! Harry Potter. He's a legend even in America. Wow. I'm in the same school as him. That's so cool!"
"Uh-huh." /Another one. Harry's going to have a fun year.* Hermione laughed in her head at him. "So. What were you singing?"
"Orgy," Sohrae replied.
"Orgy?!" Hermione squeaked.
"It's a band! Well known in America. If you like that kind of music." Sohrae stopped in front of a witch statue. "This looks...familiar.."
"Oh my. That's an interesting name for a band." Pausing when Sohrae's last words made their way to her ear, Hermione took a good look at where they were. "Oh great! There aren't even classrooms near here. Well. Not important ones. Snape's class is down the corridor some ways, but we'll see that some other time."
"Ok..." Sohrae still stared at the statue, but hurried on when she realized that Hermione had continued and was talking to her.
They came upon a dark corner and Hermione took out her wand. "Lumos!" she whispered, and a light came from the tip of her wand to illuminate their darkened way. Sohrae noticed Hermione take out her hand, and the expert way she twisted the wand in her hand when putting it away. Upon seeing her use the wand for magic, her eyes lit up.
"You have a wand! I just love wands! May I see yours?"
"Uh. Well, you know. Its just.. a wand. I'm a bit reluctant to hand it over to anyone, as you can understand." Hermione gave her a pointed look to say 'no'. "Here's Professor Flitwick's classroom. He's the charms teacher."
"Oh. Ok. I understand. I can't wait to get my wand. It should be so interesting to use a wand for magic. What fun!"
"You don't have a wand?!" Hermione all but yelled. "How--What??"
"No! No, you misunderstood me. I have a wand. Just..It broke! Yes. Broke during my travels. I must get a new one. Right away. As soon as possible." Sohrae hoped Hermione would believe her, but from how Dumbledore described the girl, she doubted the smartest girl in Hogwarts would fall for that. 'Stupid' she reprimanded herself. Dumbledore had specifically stated not to mention her lack of a wand.
"Ah. I see. Ron's wand broke a while back. He had to get a new one too." Hermione realized Sohrae was hiding something, but it was getting late and it could be left to matter more in the morning. "Well. Its getting late. Shall we retire?"
"Yes. Lets."
They made their way back to the Common room, but not without Hermione showing Sohrae Professor McGonagall's classroom. Once inside the bedrooms Hermione plopped into her bed, Sohrae doing the same, and they were asleep by the time their heads reached the pillows.
* * *
Light streamed through the slight gap in the curtains. The sun's rays chose to enter into the bedroom in a direct path to Hermione's eye, and she grumbled her annoyance. Squinting her eyes tighter, she finally resigned to her fate and opened them only to shut them with a cry. Ok, the sun was out for her, Slowly getting up, she determined only her, seeing as how it hadn't waken anyone else up a good - here she looked at her clock and grumbled some more - half hour before she needed to.
Hermione opened her curtains all the way, which was quite a stupid thing to do, seeing as how the sun wasn't just shining into the small gap. Closing her eyes, she willed herself to just get up and go to the bathroom. It was only five steps to the left, another ten steps straight to the door, and then seven steps to the sink. Was it really worth it? Hermione yawned, and upon smelling her breath concluded yes. When she finally opened her eyes once more she muffled a scream and let out a yelp. She was staring at Sohrae's face, which was too close too early in the morning.
"Ew! Morning breath!! I've been assaulted by morning breath!!" Sohrae dropped dramatically onto Hermione's bed with a fwop. "Good morning," she added as an after thought.
Hermione clamped her hand to her mouth, immediately self-conscious of her breath. "Mut er oo dung abak?!"
Sohrae turned to rest on her side and propped her head on her hand. "Come again?"
Hermione uncovered her mouth. "What are you doing awake?" she asked.
"I'm too nervous! Couldn't sleep." She rolled onto her stomach and rested her chin on her crossed arms. "Hey! Your pillow is fluffier than mine." She looked at Hermione and something seemed to click in her head. Looking at Hermione's knotty hair, puffy eyes, and disheveled clothing, she giggled. "You're not a morning person, are you?"
Hermione glared and stood from the bed. She murmured something about her bladder and entered the bathroom. Sohrae smiled and called out, "Don't take too long!"
* * *
Half an hour later found the two girls playing a game of Wizard's Chess down in the
common room.
"This is so much fun!" Sohrae grinned maniacally, delighted by the fact that the pieces destroyed each other.
"You should play Ron," Hermione laughed, picturing Sohrae's disappointed pout when Ron beat her in 3 seconds. "He's quite good."
"Who is this 'Ron'? You spoke of him last night too. Hm? Who is he? Huh? Huh?"
"Oh stop! It's not like that! He's a very good friend of Harry and I." Hermione groaned when Sohrae's eyes lit up.
"He's a friend of Harry too? Harry knows how to pick his company," Sohrae added, "so Ron must be fun too!"
Hermione fought the urge to throw chess pieces at her head. "Wait until you meet Draco. One of Harry's better picks."
"Oh? What's wrong with him?" Sohrae asked, curious.
"Oh nothing, nothing! He doesn't get along with Ron much, but he's okay. Very sarcastic. And melodramatic. Cocky. Stubborn. Full of himself. The list goes on..."
The sound of feet coming down the stairs came near the boy's bedroom caused Sohrae to swallow what she was about to say. Both girls turned in that direction, waiting to see who it was. Seamus came thundering down the stairs, flanked by Dean, although Sohrae didn't know them as such.
Seamus stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Sohrae, causing Dean to run into him from behind. Dean glared at the back of Seamus' head then looked over to what had captivated his friend's attention. "Holy shit," was the only thing that left his mouth.
Sohrae squirmed under their gazes and poked Hermione's side to get her attention.
"Hermione...is this what you meant by being...'ogled'?"
Hermione laughed and nodded. "I told you so!"
"This sucks."
"Ahem," came from the stairwell. The girls turned back towards that direction. Dean ran a hand through his hair and walked around Seamus to stand in front of Sohrae. "I'm Dean," he said, extending his other hand toward her.
"Uh. Hello Dean. I'm Sohrae." Reluctantly she shook his hand, feeling that he would hold it out until she shook it.
Seamus came running up next to Dean. "I'm Seamus!" he added, smiling. Nothing like the good 'ol charm.
"Hi Seamus."
Awkward pause.
"So..where's Ron?" Sohrae asked.
Seamus' face fell.
He pointed to the stairs, and then announced that he was going to breakfast. Hermione heard him cursing Ron under his breath and watched Dean follow him out.
Said man of the moment appeared walking down the stairs and yawning. Completely oblivious to Sohrae, he sat down on the couch next to Hermione. Finally he noticed the new girl and looked at her. Stared, actually. He then shrugged and leaned into the couch. Delightful soft pillows they were.
"Shall we go to breakfast, then?" he asked, standing.
Oh yes. Sohrae would definitely get along with Ron. 'Ron: Non-Oogler' was added to her mental list.
* * *
Breakfast brought more stares. Unnerving kind of stares. Undressing kind of stares. I'm going to shove my food down your pants if you keep looking at me thought provoking kind of stares.
Sohrae sat down with Hermione and Ron at the Gryffindor table. She didn't hesitate to show her disappointment when it became apparent that Harry wasn't joining them, either, causing Seamus to sink lower in his chair and curse Harry under his breath until Dean spilt pumpkin juice on his lap; who then became the bearer of his new wrath. It all seemed highly amusing to Draco who sat watching all the events unfold. Yes, he knew all about Sohrae already. Name: Sohrae Gandillon. Age: 17. Origin: America. House: Gryffindor. Admirers: Too many to count. Oddities: Nose pierced, hair dyed, didn't wear a robe. Or Gryffindor colors. He looked under the table. Yep. Most definitely not wearing Gryffindor colored socks. Who She Admired: Harry Potter.
Hermione truly smiled when her schedule appeared before her. Ron frowned when he saw how many classes they had with Slytherin. Sohrae giggled gleefully when Seamus 'accidentally' dropped some of his eggs in Dean's drink. Hoping to prevent another food feud, she started a conversation with Seamus, who was too surprised to say much. It soon ended, however, when Dumbledore stood from his seat to address the students.
"Good morning. I hope you all are pleased with your schedules and abide by the changes. Because of some..mishaps last night, I did not get a chance to introduce your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. His name is Abranydyr Alagordyr.
The students clapped their welcome; all the while Snape slunk further down his chair with a scowl set upon his face.
"I would also like to announce that we have a new student in addition to our many first years," Dumbledore continued. "Her name is Sohrae Gandillon; I hope you make her feel welcomed."
Dumbledore sat back down and engaged Professor Alagordyr in conversation. Sohrae, however, felt all the eyes on her as she tried to finish her breakfast. Finally she couldn't take it anymore, and whipped her head up, made eyes contact with several people, and screeched "WHAT?!" Some had the decency to feel ashamed and turn to stare at their plates. Others looked perplexed at her outburst before concentrating on something else. One boy in particular irked her when he laughed at her outburst and continued to scrutinize her. One platinum blond boy in particular. Sohrae growled under her breath, causing Draco to smirk at her frustration. Hermione glanced between the two of her friends and their stare down.
"Oh my."
From the teachers' table Dumbledore looked over to watch the scene unfold; his eyes twinkling behind their half moon glasses.
~End of Chapter Three! What do you think? Comments, Questions, Criticisms? All accepted! Though some more than others. Feel free to inflate my ego.~
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