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Chapter 3
"First Years to the boats! Oh are you a transfer? Go follow them inter the boats."
Sylph stared at the Gamekeeper and then turned to Draco with a frown and pointed at the horseless carriages, "Why can't I go with them?"
Hagrid shook his head in the negative and flatly insisted, "S'posta 'sperience the view."
Narrowing her eyes she muttered, "So I have to go with the children?"
Hagrid beamed at her and clapped her on the back, "Glad ye got it. Now in ter the boat."
Glaring daggers at the now sniggering Draco, she stepped lightly onto the weather-beaten boat.
A chorus of, "We'll see you at the sorting!" came from the general area which was the trio, Ginny and Draco. Nodding her head in acknowledgement, Slyph turned to 'experience the view.'
****
Upon entering the great hall, Ginny and Draco shared a deep kiss, with as much tongue possible and a quick exchange of squeezing the other's rear, before parting ways. The majority of Gryffindors settled down at the raucous scarlet-gold table, and the blonde, over with ever calm green-black one.
The youngest Weasley turned to her friends and grinned mischievously, "So what do you guys think of Syl?"
Harry smiled slightly, "She's an interesting person." Ron chuckled and nudged Harry with a wink, "Harry seemed rather entranced. Not that I blame him, she really was something else."
Hermione stifled a giggle as Harry kicked Ron under the table and then turned to Ginny, "She really did throw us for some loops. I felt as if I couldn't get my bearings around her at first."
Ginny sat back in her chair and enlightened the group with some information Draco had shared with her, "From what Draco says, Syl is definitely unique. He told me that her family is incredibly rich and influential to both muggle and wizarding worlds, one of the first families to do that successfully. She's very intelligent and specializes with wandless magic. In fact, he told me she doesn't even own a wand."
The ever inquisitive Hermione Granger appeared intrigued and murmured, "I'll have to take a look into this." Ron rolled his eyes to the enchanted ceiling and groaned, "Stop sticking your nose into other people's business 'Mione."
The usual bickering did not follow surprisingly. Instead, his girlfriend smirked and calmly faced him, "Well then it seems you'll have to hold off on your own for awhile Ron, cause I certainly won't be keeping you company for at least another week." The red-head's eyes widened and he instantly began to whine and cajole, but to no avail. Harry and Ginny shared a good teary stomachache over it but stopped when they heard that the sorting was to begin.
****
The doors to the Great Hall were opened and the new students cautiously stepped in, Sylph coming in last. Immediately, the older students began to stare at her. Then again, who wouldn't? She did rather dwarf the eleven year olds, thus ensuring a good amount of curiosity.
Sylph, being Sylph didn't really care, she just wanted to get all of it done and over with and was glad to see the ceremony begin. The beaten sorting hat was placed on the chair and it began to cheerily sing, frightening the incoming first years out of their wits. When it finished, McGonagall began calling names. The usual cheers for each student were made, but no one really cared as much for them as they did for the transfer student at the end of the line.
Finally, McGonagall finished up with the first years and said, "Transfer student to seventh year. Chen, Sylph."
Sylph strode to the chair and placed the dingy hat on her head, and waited for the mind poking.
"So much to see! I don't quite know where to begin!"
Frowning, the girl thought, "Get to it and make it quick, everyone's already staring at me."
"No can do. There's too much..I've never seen such different personality traits. You're a walking contradiction! Really very interesting, I can spend all year trying to sort you, too bad they don't give that type of time to me."
"Sorry to rain on your parade, but it's been around five minutes already and you're worrying the school."
"You belong in Ravenclaw.you have brains enough to beat that Gryffindor girl senseless.yet..you belong in Slytherin..such a cold, bloody nature you have..but Gryffindor is also suitable.you have quite a brave heart and sense of justice..so complicated!"
"Pick a place; I'm starting to feel uncomfortable!"
Sighing, the hat shouted to the very intrigued audience, "Indeterminable!"
A shocked silence was followed by whispers which quickly escalated to outright shouting.
Meanwhile, Sylph frowned and took off the hat and glared at it angrily, hissing, "When I said pick a freakin' place, I didn't mean indeterminable!"
Standing up, Dumbledore called for silence and with that wonderfully mischievous twinkle in his eyes he turned to Sylph, "Well Miss Chen, it seems that the sorting hat enjoyed it's conversation with you. This has happened to only a chosen few in the history of Hogwarts. Following previous examples, I have decided that we will try sorting you again in four months time. During those four months, you shall stay with each house for one month. Perhaps afterwards you might come to prefer a certain house. The order of your living arrangement has been determined through drawn straws and shall be done in this order: 1) Gryffindor, 2) Hufflepuff, 3) Ravenclaw, 4) Slytherin. Any questions?"
Sylph met Dumbledore's eyes warily, "Where shall I sit for tonight's banquet?"
Smiling, the headmaster waved towards the scarlet and gold table, "With your first house of course."
Shrugging, she walked towards the table and immediately a roar came from said table. Inwardly she sighed at the immaturity but quelled it with the thought of at least having Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione there for comfort. She spotted them at the end of table and made her way to them, ignoring the offers of a seat by other students.
Ginny grinned and waved when she saw the raven haired girl. Ron, trying to find room for their new friend, shoved Harry away and called, "Hey Syl, here's a seat, right next to Harry!" Syl nodded and slipped into the seat gracefully.
Hermione winked at her and asked excitedly, "What did the sorting hat say to you? It took at least ten minutes for it to make that decision." Sylph glanced at Hermione for a second and ignored the question not in the mood to answer. Not liking the fact that she had been ignored, Hermione 'humphed' and turned to talk to Ron.
Dumbledore stood up and motioned for silence, instantly gratified. Smiling at his students he began his announcements and ended with the announcement of prefects and the new Head Boy and Head Girl. "Mr. Malfoy is our new Head Boy and Miss Granger is our new Head Girl." The last announcement was greeted by whoops and catcalls all around.
Sylph grinned and raised her hand, palm open, and a thin silver dragon emerged roaring and sped towards Draco, settling into his hand and hardening into a miniature crystal crown. Grinning at his best friend, he pocketed it.
Mouths gaping and staring at her, the whole student body as well as the teachers rubbed their eyes, questioning what they had just seen.
Realizing that she had just done something incredibly out of the ordinary, she muttered underneath her breath, "I'm such an idiot."
Clearing his throat, Dumbledore announced that it was now time to eat, and suddenly food appeared on the plates.
Harry didn't quite know what to do, she was sitting awfully close to him. One thing he did know at least was that practically every guy was glaring daggers at him. He opened his mouth to say something, hopefully intelligent, but was cut off by the one girl he was worrying about.
Sylph turned her face to him and asked, "Gryffindor seems so.childish. Is it always like," she waved at the loud uproarious teenagers, "this?"
Harry smiled slightly, "I guess you can say we don't want to grow up so fast. We have the rest of our lives to be adults, plus we can't be serious all of the time." Noting that Sylph just cocked an eyebrow at him, looking none too amused, he sheepishly shoveled food into his mouth.
Sighing she murmured, "That's called naïveté. In the world we live in.holding onto innocence will land you in more trouble, just like that whole Voldemort fiasco. No.seriousness is far better than cheap laughs."
Surprised and taken aback, the Boy Who Lived stared at her while she calmly spooned some food into her mouth, her eyes cool. Was this the girl who he had been joking with on the train?
He cleared his throat and quietly said, "But it was the same people who acted like this.who had that sense of warmth, of laughter, that defeated Voldemort. It was what we all fought for...to secure that innocence."
Syl paused, and smiled ever so slightly, whispering, "And it was because of people like that, Voldemort had gained enough power to kill all those innocent people in the first place."
Bristling, he retorted, "If we were all so serious-minded, there would be more people wishing to rule the world. That's great encouragement, I can just see all the little Voldemorts running around."
Sighing Syl turned pitying eyes to him, "No Harry, if people were more serious minded, they would have seen the problem and quelled it immediately. All those slip ups.those slip ups that killed so many people.was being naïve really worth all of that?"
Now out rightly glaring at her, he coldly responded, "That's a really narrow point of view you have, did you notice? If children are supposed to drop everything and become adults overnight, why would we need school? Friendship? Or anything at all besides ourselves? I'm really starting to pity your cold, strict view on things." Harry was about to turn his back on her when he heard a loud crack, and immediately turned around and saw Slyph.
She was standing up, and he realized that the cracking sound had come from her throwing her chair back so hard that it flew into the wall and splintered. Eyes blazing she leaned over him, staring angrily into his eyes, "Never..EVER.pity me. You don't know me Harry Potter, you'd do well to remember that fact and watch your word choice." With that she swept out of the hall.
Meanwhile Harry was in the midst of the whole school's scrutiny, since everyone saw the exchange. Draco, who was now the new Head Boy, being the kind soul that he was, threatened every person who was staring, which worked and made his way over to Harry. With a raised eyebrow he coolly remarked on how incredibly stupid Harry was.
Scowling, the Gryffindor poster boy hissed, "Well it was her fault!" Although Harry knew he sounded like a child even before the words left his mouth, he didn't regret it.
Draco shook his head slowly, "Syl is a mystery even to some of her closest friends. I've known her practically my whole life and she still throws me for some loops. But a few things I do know is that you never get her pissed. Her temper is very.VERY short, and if you push the right buttons, she'd rip your throat out. And from what I've seen, you already tapped one of them. So tell me what it is and I'll try to smooth it over."
Straining to hear Harry muttering it all in one breath, Draco was quite grateful he was learned in the language of utter gibberish. Not happy about what Harry had related to him, he shook his head again and muttered, "You really went and did it Potter."
Frowning (it's a recurring thing ladies and gents) Harry defiantly glared back, "What?" The platinum blonde met Harry's eyes and murmured, "You have no idea what she has gone through in her life. I don't blame you, you didn't know, but the fact that you seemed completely closed to the idea of our ministry being huge prats, and then you accused her of being narrow minded.yeah that's pretty bad."
Harry opened his mouth to retort, but Draco had already turned away to go after his best friend.
****
"Stupid idiotic naïve children who don't know what the hell the real world is.bastard!"
After that longwinded insult, Syl took out her daggers and began to disturb the surface of the surprisingly calm lake. Grazing the smooth water, the slivers of metal were so fast that the only evidence of her exercise were only slight ripples.
"Well I don't think the squid will quite appreciate this little fairy."
Rolling her eyes skyward, she muttered, "Hunter, I'm not in a good mood so do me a favor and give me a name of someone you don't like, so I can murder them, preferably Harry Potter."
Sighing the boy walked next to her but did not meet her eyes as he smirked towards the lake, "I don't think you killing a student will put you into the good graces of the headmaster Syl."
Whipping her projectiles back to her, she pouted and unceremoniously plopped on the grass. Draco, ever the graceful one, elegantly lowered himself to the ground and folded his legs underneath him.
Sitting together in silence for a few minutes, the hunter spoke, "I had a chat with Harry before Syl."
Snorting, the fairy growled, "So what did the big.what do you call it..GIT, say?" Draco hid a smile from her, knowing full well if she saw it, he'd be clawed to pieces, "Listen Syl, you're a lot worldlier than most adults, let alone teenagers who haven't even finished schooling yet. Give the bloke a chance, I mean.Harry is a rather thick one so he needs a tad bit more time to soak things in." Unhappy about her best friend taking the other's side, but knowing that he was right, she relented...reluctantly.
Sylph turned towards him and graced him with a frustrated sigh. "I really do hate boarding schools."
Chapter 3
"First Years to the boats! Oh are you a transfer? Go follow them inter the boats."
Sylph stared at the Gamekeeper and then turned to Draco with a frown and pointed at the horseless carriages, "Why can't I go with them?"
Hagrid shook his head in the negative and flatly insisted, "S'posta 'sperience the view."
Narrowing her eyes she muttered, "So I have to go with the children?"
Hagrid beamed at her and clapped her on the back, "Glad ye got it. Now in ter the boat."
Glaring daggers at the now sniggering Draco, she stepped lightly onto the weather-beaten boat.
A chorus of, "We'll see you at the sorting!" came from the general area which was the trio, Ginny and Draco. Nodding her head in acknowledgement, Slyph turned to 'experience the view.'
****
Upon entering the great hall, Ginny and Draco shared a deep kiss, with as much tongue possible and a quick exchange of squeezing the other's rear, before parting ways. The majority of Gryffindors settled down at the raucous scarlet-gold table, and the blonde, over with ever calm green-black one.
The youngest Weasley turned to her friends and grinned mischievously, "So what do you guys think of Syl?"
Harry smiled slightly, "She's an interesting person." Ron chuckled and nudged Harry with a wink, "Harry seemed rather entranced. Not that I blame him, she really was something else."
Hermione stifled a giggle as Harry kicked Ron under the table and then turned to Ginny, "She really did throw us for some loops. I felt as if I couldn't get my bearings around her at first."
Ginny sat back in her chair and enlightened the group with some information Draco had shared with her, "From what Draco says, Syl is definitely unique. He told me that her family is incredibly rich and influential to both muggle and wizarding worlds, one of the first families to do that successfully. She's very intelligent and specializes with wandless magic. In fact, he told me she doesn't even own a wand."
The ever inquisitive Hermione Granger appeared intrigued and murmured, "I'll have to take a look into this." Ron rolled his eyes to the enchanted ceiling and groaned, "Stop sticking your nose into other people's business 'Mione."
The usual bickering did not follow surprisingly. Instead, his girlfriend smirked and calmly faced him, "Well then it seems you'll have to hold off on your own for awhile Ron, cause I certainly won't be keeping you company for at least another week." The red-head's eyes widened and he instantly began to whine and cajole, but to no avail. Harry and Ginny shared a good teary stomachache over it but stopped when they heard that the sorting was to begin.
****
The doors to the Great Hall were opened and the new students cautiously stepped in, Sylph coming in last. Immediately, the older students began to stare at her. Then again, who wouldn't? She did rather dwarf the eleven year olds, thus ensuring a good amount of curiosity.
Sylph, being Sylph didn't really care, she just wanted to get all of it done and over with and was glad to see the ceremony begin. The beaten sorting hat was placed on the chair and it began to cheerily sing, frightening the incoming first years out of their wits. When it finished, McGonagall began calling names. The usual cheers for each student were made, but no one really cared as much for them as they did for the transfer student at the end of the line.
Finally, McGonagall finished up with the first years and said, "Transfer student to seventh year. Chen, Sylph."
Sylph strode to the chair and placed the dingy hat on her head, and waited for the mind poking.
"So much to see! I don't quite know where to begin!"
Frowning, the girl thought, "Get to it and make it quick, everyone's already staring at me."
"No can do. There's too much..I've never seen such different personality traits. You're a walking contradiction! Really very interesting, I can spend all year trying to sort you, too bad they don't give that type of time to me."
"Sorry to rain on your parade, but it's been around five minutes already and you're worrying the school."
"You belong in Ravenclaw.you have brains enough to beat that Gryffindor girl senseless.yet..you belong in Slytherin..such a cold, bloody nature you have..but Gryffindor is also suitable.you have quite a brave heart and sense of justice..so complicated!"
"Pick a place; I'm starting to feel uncomfortable!"
Sighing, the hat shouted to the very intrigued audience, "Indeterminable!"
A shocked silence was followed by whispers which quickly escalated to outright shouting.
Meanwhile, Sylph frowned and took off the hat and glared at it angrily, hissing, "When I said pick a freakin' place, I didn't mean indeterminable!"
Standing up, Dumbledore called for silence and with that wonderfully mischievous twinkle in his eyes he turned to Sylph, "Well Miss Chen, it seems that the sorting hat enjoyed it's conversation with you. This has happened to only a chosen few in the history of Hogwarts. Following previous examples, I have decided that we will try sorting you again in four months time. During those four months, you shall stay with each house for one month. Perhaps afterwards you might come to prefer a certain house. The order of your living arrangement has been determined through drawn straws and shall be done in this order: 1) Gryffindor, 2) Hufflepuff, 3) Ravenclaw, 4) Slytherin. Any questions?"
Sylph met Dumbledore's eyes warily, "Where shall I sit for tonight's banquet?"
Smiling, the headmaster waved towards the scarlet and gold table, "With your first house of course."
Shrugging, she walked towards the table and immediately a roar came from said table. Inwardly she sighed at the immaturity but quelled it with the thought of at least having Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione there for comfort. She spotted them at the end of table and made her way to them, ignoring the offers of a seat by other students.
Ginny grinned and waved when she saw the raven haired girl. Ron, trying to find room for their new friend, shoved Harry away and called, "Hey Syl, here's a seat, right next to Harry!" Syl nodded and slipped into the seat gracefully.
Hermione winked at her and asked excitedly, "What did the sorting hat say to you? It took at least ten minutes for it to make that decision." Sylph glanced at Hermione for a second and ignored the question not in the mood to answer. Not liking the fact that she had been ignored, Hermione 'humphed' and turned to talk to Ron.
Dumbledore stood up and motioned for silence, instantly gratified. Smiling at his students he began his announcements and ended with the announcement of prefects and the new Head Boy and Head Girl. "Mr. Malfoy is our new Head Boy and Miss Granger is our new Head Girl." The last announcement was greeted by whoops and catcalls all around.
Sylph grinned and raised her hand, palm open, and a thin silver dragon emerged roaring and sped towards Draco, settling into his hand and hardening into a miniature crystal crown. Grinning at his best friend, he pocketed it.
Mouths gaping and staring at her, the whole student body as well as the teachers rubbed their eyes, questioning what they had just seen.
Realizing that she had just done something incredibly out of the ordinary, she muttered underneath her breath, "I'm such an idiot."
Clearing his throat, Dumbledore announced that it was now time to eat, and suddenly food appeared on the plates.
Harry didn't quite know what to do, she was sitting awfully close to him. One thing he did know at least was that practically every guy was glaring daggers at him. He opened his mouth to say something, hopefully intelligent, but was cut off by the one girl he was worrying about.
Sylph turned her face to him and asked, "Gryffindor seems so.childish. Is it always like," she waved at the loud uproarious teenagers, "this?"
Harry smiled slightly, "I guess you can say we don't want to grow up so fast. We have the rest of our lives to be adults, plus we can't be serious all of the time." Noting that Sylph just cocked an eyebrow at him, looking none too amused, he sheepishly shoveled food into his mouth.
Sighing she murmured, "That's called naïveté. In the world we live in.holding onto innocence will land you in more trouble, just like that whole Voldemort fiasco. No.seriousness is far better than cheap laughs."
Surprised and taken aback, the Boy Who Lived stared at her while she calmly spooned some food into her mouth, her eyes cool. Was this the girl who he had been joking with on the train?
He cleared his throat and quietly said, "But it was the same people who acted like this.who had that sense of warmth, of laughter, that defeated Voldemort. It was what we all fought for...to secure that innocence."
Syl paused, and smiled ever so slightly, whispering, "And it was because of people like that, Voldemort had gained enough power to kill all those innocent people in the first place."
Bristling, he retorted, "If we were all so serious-minded, there would be more people wishing to rule the world. That's great encouragement, I can just see all the little Voldemorts running around."
Sighing Syl turned pitying eyes to him, "No Harry, if people were more serious minded, they would have seen the problem and quelled it immediately. All those slip ups.those slip ups that killed so many people.was being naïve really worth all of that?"
Now out rightly glaring at her, he coldly responded, "That's a really narrow point of view you have, did you notice? If children are supposed to drop everything and become adults overnight, why would we need school? Friendship? Or anything at all besides ourselves? I'm really starting to pity your cold, strict view on things." Harry was about to turn his back on her when he heard a loud crack, and immediately turned around and saw Slyph.
She was standing up, and he realized that the cracking sound had come from her throwing her chair back so hard that it flew into the wall and splintered. Eyes blazing she leaned over him, staring angrily into his eyes, "Never..EVER.pity me. You don't know me Harry Potter, you'd do well to remember that fact and watch your word choice." With that she swept out of the hall.
Meanwhile Harry was in the midst of the whole school's scrutiny, since everyone saw the exchange. Draco, who was now the new Head Boy, being the kind soul that he was, threatened every person who was staring, which worked and made his way over to Harry. With a raised eyebrow he coolly remarked on how incredibly stupid Harry was.
Scowling, the Gryffindor poster boy hissed, "Well it was her fault!" Although Harry knew he sounded like a child even before the words left his mouth, he didn't regret it.
Draco shook his head slowly, "Syl is a mystery even to some of her closest friends. I've known her practically my whole life and she still throws me for some loops. But a few things I do know is that you never get her pissed. Her temper is very.VERY short, and if you push the right buttons, she'd rip your throat out. And from what I've seen, you already tapped one of them. So tell me what it is and I'll try to smooth it over."
Straining to hear Harry muttering it all in one breath, Draco was quite grateful he was learned in the language of utter gibberish. Not happy about what Harry had related to him, he shook his head again and muttered, "You really went and did it Potter."
Frowning (it's a recurring thing ladies and gents) Harry defiantly glared back, "What?" The platinum blonde met Harry's eyes and murmured, "You have no idea what she has gone through in her life. I don't blame you, you didn't know, but the fact that you seemed completely closed to the idea of our ministry being huge prats, and then you accused her of being narrow minded.yeah that's pretty bad."
Harry opened his mouth to retort, but Draco had already turned away to go after his best friend.
****
"Stupid idiotic naïve children who don't know what the hell the real world is.bastard!"
After that longwinded insult, Syl took out her daggers and began to disturb the surface of the surprisingly calm lake. Grazing the smooth water, the slivers of metal were so fast that the only evidence of her exercise were only slight ripples.
"Well I don't think the squid will quite appreciate this little fairy."
Rolling her eyes skyward, she muttered, "Hunter, I'm not in a good mood so do me a favor and give me a name of someone you don't like, so I can murder them, preferably Harry Potter."
Sighing the boy walked next to her but did not meet her eyes as he smirked towards the lake, "I don't think you killing a student will put you into the good graces of the headmaster Syl."
Whipping her projectiles back to her, she pouted and unceremoniously plopped on the grass. Draco, ever the graceful one, elegantly lowered himself to the ground and folded his legs underneath him.
Sitting together in silence for a few minutes, the hunter spoke, "I had a chat with Harry before Syl."
Snorting, the fairy growled, "So what did the big.what do you call it..GIT, say?" Draco hid a smile from her, knowing full well if she saw it, he'd be clawed to pieces, "Listen Syl, you're a lot worldlier than most adults, let alone teenagers who haven't even finished schooling yet. Give the bloke a chance, I mean.Harry is a rather thick one so he needs a tad bit more time to soak things in." Unhappy about her best friend taking the other's side, but knowing that he was right, she relented...reluctantly.
Sylph turned towards him and graced him with a frustrated sigh. "I really do hate boarding schools."