"I don't know how I ever can make sense of all this mess." Marci said.
She stood on Platform 9 ¾ waiting for Talon. Her long dark brown hair was done up in a thousand little tiny braids. She stood up on her tiptoes to see if she could see Talon. She couldn't see her. Her tall, ginger-haired, brown-eyed friend was nowhere to be found. "Where is she? She was supposed to be here a half an hour ago. There she is!" She spotted the ginger colored hair. "Talon, over here!"
Talon's head turned in Marci's direction. When she saw Marci, she waved and rolled her eyes. Well, it was more like she stuck her hand up in the air, but it was still a wave. She made her way through the crowd and stopped in front of Marci. "What curse did you get hit with?"
"Curse?" Marci repeated, confused.
"Your hair," Talon said, pointing to Marci's head. "What happened to your hair, you dip shit?"
Marci pulled out a tiny braid and studied it. "This? This is just a couple of little braids."
Talon eyed Marci's hair with disgust. "A couple?" She picked up one of Marci's braids and dropped it quickly. "More like a zillion of these little ugly things that you think are actually stylish."
Marci looked down at the ground and drug her foot across the ground to form a straight line. She hated it when people talked to her like that. Normally she wouldn't let anyone get away with talking to her like that, but Talon was her friend. Not to mention that she scared Marci shitless. But anyhow, Talon was actually a pretty cool person once you got to know her. Her friends were her life, well almost. Flying was her life. Friends came second, and family was third. Marci thanked the Lord every day that Talon had decided to make her a friend instead of an enemy. Talon wouldn't be a very good enemy to have. She knew almost as much about magic as the professors did, and knew twice as much about flying than a professional Quidditch player. The trains whistle signaling final boarding sounded and Marci looked up. "Time to get going."
**************
"Excuse me?" Galleria tapped a tall red-haired boy on the shoulder.
The boy turned around and looked at her. "Yes?"
"Umm." Galleria stalled. 'Oh gods, this is embarrassing.' "Do you know where the restrooms are?"
The boy laughed and nodded. "Yeah, it's straight down the corridor at the very end of the train."
Galleria looked towards the back of the train. Good, it isn't that far away. "Thank you."
"Yeah sure, no problem."
Galleria walked up the corridor towards the bathroom. She knocked on the door. "Hello?" No answer. "Parrish?" She waited a second before calling out again. "Lanai? Somebody?"
"You know if no one answers you the first couple of times it generally means that no one's in there." Came an amused voice from behind her.
Galleria turned around and saw the red-haired boy she had asked for directions to the restroom. Her cheeks burned a light pink. "I was looking for my sisters. Parrish said she'd be in the restroom; but both of them disappeared. I can't find them anywhere. I've checked nearly all of the compartments."
Galleria stood there and tried to look over the tall strangers head. He looked at Galleria and furrowed his brow. "Where are you from?"
"America," Galleria said hurriedly. She stood on her tiptoes, but she still couldn't see over the stranger's head.
The stranger nodded. "Thought so. I'm Ron Weasley."
"Galleria Summers," she said. "Do y'think you could maybe help me look for my sisters?"
Ron shrugged. "Sure, why not?" He paused. "What do they look like?"
She told him, and then gave him a sceptical look. "Can you remember all that?"
Ron nodded, not catching the sarcasm in her voice. "Let's go look for them."
They made their way down the corridor, checking compartment after compartment. They skipped the fourth one away from the restroom. "Wait a second," Galleria said. "Why aren't we checking this one?"
"Because that's my compartment and I just came from there. There's nobody in that compartment that matches the descriptions you gave me."
"Okay," Galleria said. "Well then lets skip this next compartment too." Ron gave Galleria an odd look and she just shrugged. "It's my compartment."
Ron opened his mouth to say something, but shut it quickly. His blue eyes narrowed into little slits. Galleria turned around to see the boy from the ice cream parlor. "Well, hello again Draco. I didn't expect to see you again so soon."
Draco shot her a small grin. "Nor did I, Galleria." He looked at Ron. "Weasley."
"Malfoy." Ron spat out contemptuously. He continued to glare at Malfoy. His expression of contempt only increased when he saw Galleria and Draco bantering back and forth. "Do you mind?" Ron spat. "We're looking for Galleria's sisters."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Why do that when they're in my compartment in the next car?"
Galleria's eyes widened and her face brightened more so than it already had. "They are? Oh, thank gods! I was worried I had lost them for a second there." She looked at Ron. "Thank you for your help, Ron. I really appreciate it." She leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then turned back to Draco. "Could you take me to my sisters? I want to see them so I can chew their heads off."
Draco laughed. "Right this way." He gestured in front of him and Galleria followed. "They obviously prefer quality over red-haired, scar-headed quantity."
Galleria was so relieved at a mention of her sisters where-abouts that she didn't even notice Draco's last comment. While she didn't exactly get along with Lanai, she'd never been this far away from her parents before without her sisters right by her side. At Nouveau Monde their parents uprooted and moved into a cabin nat far from the school so that the girls wouldn't get so homesick. Now it was completely different. She latched onto Draco's arm and began pulling him in the directionof the next car, Ron already being partway forgotten.
Ron stared after them with disbelief. "Well, that was a waste." He turned around and walked into his compartment where Hermione was immersed into a book and Harry was flipping through "Quidditch Through the Ages." Ron let out a heavy sigh, causing Harry to look up from his book.
"Long line?"
Ron shook his head. "No." He sat down next to Harry and threw his head back onto the seat. "You know that girl that came up to me outside the compartment and asked where the loo was?" When Harry nodded, Ron continued. "Well I saw her standing outside talking to the restroom door. She was calling out her sister's names and I approached her. I found out her name and that she was from America. Well, she asked me to help her look for her sister's and I told her that I would. Well, when we got to the compartment next to ours, Malfoy came out of nowhere and completely captured her attention. He told her that her sister's were in his compartment and she went with him. And you won't believe this."
"What?" Harry pressed.
"They were flirting!" Ron exclaimed. "And she enjoyed his attention! She called him 'Draco.' I'm telling you, it was disgusting."
Hermione looked up from her book. "Well if she was interested in Malfoy, then she mustn't be worth your time."
Ron looked at Hermione like she was some sort of Bogart. "But she was perfect! She's so pretty and really nice; it's just." He trailed off. "She's more interested in Malfoy than in me."
"Oh Ron, cheer up." Harry said, sitting down "Quidditch Through the Ages." "Hermione's right. If she's hanging all over Malfoy, and is hanging out with him and his crew, than she isn't worth your time."
At that, Hermione gave an 'I told you so' snort and went back to her book. When Hermione was immersed in her book, and Ron and Harry were busy playing a game of exploding snap, Harry asked Ron about the girl again. "Is she all that pretty?" Ron repeated. "She's beautiful, but I couldn't have her if I looked like Malfoy anyhow. Now," he said. "Let's get back to our game, shall we?"
Not wanting to argue, Harry complied.
***************
Draco's Compartment
Galleria sat beside her sisters and stared at the other people in the compartment. Pansy, who reminded Galleria of a pug, was in a heated argument with Millicent Bullstrode and Yolanda Chip about Galleria. Draco was sitting opposite of Pansy, telling Crabbe and Goyle about the look on Ron's face when he seen him. All everyone had done was talk about other people since they had gotten there. Galleria felt very out of place, and she could tell Parrish did too. Lanai, however, looked like she was enjoying herself. She laughed and even joined in the conversation quite a few times. Clearing her throat, she stood up and walked over to the door. She motioned for Parrish to do the same. Everyone was so caught up in what they were doing, that they didn't notice Galleria and Parrish slip out. Well, almost everyone.
**************
Draco watched Galleria and her younger sister (What was her name again?) leave the compartment. He could tell that they were bored since they sat down. Now Lanai, she's going to be one of us.
Pansy stood from her seat in between Millicent and Yolanda and sat down in Crabbe's recently abandoned seat next to Draco. "Draco?"
He looked at her with dull, uninterested gray eyes. His left eyebrow raised itself up, indicating that Pansy should keep on saying what she was about to say. "Draco I- I was wondering why you brought that one girl in here; we had one little prat in here already that isn't worthy of being in our presence."
"Pansy?" Draco drawled out.
"Yes?" Pansy said, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. Well, trying to at least.
"Get your hand off of my thigh." Draco said, watching her hand creep slowly up his left leg.
Pansy pulled her hand back quickly and averted her gaze. Making a nervous sound, she stood up and went back over to sit with Millicent and Yolanda so Draco wouldn't see her burning red cheeks. But even in the dim light and across the compartment, it was hard to miss.
**************
"Ohh, my head." Ron moaned, holding the cold juice box Galleria had offered him up to his head.
"Let me see," Galleria said softly, kneeling in front of Ron. He removed the juice box to reveal a large, purpling bruise on the left side of his forehead. She pressed her thumb to it lightly, and Ron winced. "It's fine. Just make sure to stay out of the way of flying objects next time."
She stood up, offering Ron a hand.
"Well, it wasn't my fault," Ron muttered, brushing himself off. "All I did was step outside the compartment door."
Harry, who was standing off to the side, noticed that Ron left out the fact that he was going to check and see if Galleria was back from Malfoy's compartment so that he could talk to her. He looked at Hermione who just shrugged. "Talk to him," she mouthed.
Harry nodded. "Er, Ron, could I talk to you for a moment?"
Ron followed Harry into the compartment; all the while throwing backward looks at Galleria. Turning, he faced Harry.
"Ron, what happened out there?"
"What do you mean, 'What happened out there?'" Ron said, giving Harry a look.
"I mean," Harry started. "What did you get hit with?"
"Oh," Ron huffed. "That. I went out there to see if Galleria was back. That much you know." When Harry nodded, Ron continued. "And I turned to go to her compartment, when a ball hit me in the side of my head and knocked me down."
"How big was the ball?" Harry questioned.
"About the size of a bludger," Ron said, rubbing the side of his head at the memory.
"Ouch."
"Yep."
"Ron," Harry started again. "Why do you seem so bound and determined to get to know this girl?"
Ron shrugged. "I dunno." He sat down. "You know how sometimes you're just compelled to get to know someone and you have no idea why?"
Harry nodded. He had felt the same way about Cho Chang.
"Well," Ron continued. "That's what it is. There's just something about her that reaches out and grabs me by the gut. No, it's nothing like it was with Fleur, " Ron added, seeing the look on Harry's face. "It's different. This time it's not the veela in her. In fact, I don't even think she's veela at all. I dunno. Am I mad?"
Harry laughed. "No Ron. You're just human is all."
Ron breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. For a second there I was beginning to think I was something else."
There was a knock on the compartment door. It was Galleria. "Could I talk to Ron for a moment?" She asked Harry.
Harry nodded. On his way out of the compartment, he turned to Ron and said, "Let me know if you need anything, understand?"
Ron nodded. "Will do."
Once the compartment door was closed, Galleria turned to Ron. "Look," she said. "I'm sorry about what happened out there." She threw a quick glance at the bruise on Ron's forehead. "Parrish wasn't paying attention to what she was doing, and she feels really bad for hitting you with that ball."
Ron shrugged. "Hey, it happened. It's no big deal. I've been hit by worse." He said, remembering the curse he aimed at Malfoy back in their second year. It had taken him a couple of hours to cough up all of the slugs. The thought of it made Ron shudder. "Tell Parrish I said it was fine and that she shouldn't worry about it."
"Alright," Galleria said, turning to leave. She stopped at the door and turned to look at Ron over her shoulder. "What house are you in?"
"Gryffindor," he said after a moment or two. "Why?"
Now it was Galleria's turn to shrug. "Just wondering."
**************
Galleria's Compartment
"Well, how did it go?" Parrish asked interestedly when Galleria strolled into the compartment.
"He says that everything is fine and that you needn't worry about it." Galleria said, dropping down across from Parrish.
"Oh good," said Kelsey in relief. "I would feel even worse than I already do at the moment if he had been seriously hurt."
"Parrish," Galleria said, yawning. "When we get to Hogwarts, what house do you expect the Sorting Hat will put you in?"
Parrish lifted her right shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. "I dunno. I suppose I don't know enough about the school and it's different houses to tell." She tilted her head to the side and looked at Galleria. "Why?"
Galleria shook her head and stretched out on her side. "I was just curious; that's all it was." She rolled flat onto her back. "I think I want to be in Gryffindor."
"Why?" Parrish asked curiously.
"Because," Galleria said. "I've met so many friendly people, most of which have been in Gryffindor. That's the kind of people I want to be surrounded by at school."
"People like Ron, or people like Draco?" Parrish questioned.
"I can't imagine that Draco is in Gryffindor." Parrish said. "But I do know Ron, Harry, and Hermione are. They're the kind of people I was talking about."
I think I know why. Parrish thought to herself.
She stood on Platform 9 ¾ waiting for Talon. Her long dark brown hair was done up in a thousand little tiny braids. She stood up on her tiptoes to see if she could see Talon. She couldn't see her. Her tall, ginger-haired, brown-eyed friend was nowhere to be found. "Where is she? She was supposed to be here a half an hour ago. There she is!" She spotted the ginger colored hair. "Talon, over here!"
Talon's head turned in Marci's direction. When she saw Marci, she waved and rolled her eyes. Well, it was more like she stuck her hand up in the air, but it was still a wave. She made her way through the crowd and stopped in front of Marci. "What curse did you get hit with?"
"Curse?" Marci repeated, confused.
"Your hair," Talon said, pointing to Marci's head. "What happened to your hair, you dip shit?"
Marci pulled out a tiny braid and studied it. "This? This is just a couple of little braids."
Talon eyed Marci's hair with disgust. "A couple?" She picked up one of Marci's braids and dropped it quickly. "More like a zillion of these little ugly things that you think are actually stylish."
Marci looked down at the ground and drug her foot across the ground to form a straight line. She hated it when people talked to her like that. Normally she wouldn't let anyone get away with talking to her like that, but Talon was her friend. Not to mention that she scared Marci shitless. But anyhow, Talon was actually a pretty cool person once you got to know her. Her friends were her life, well almost. Flying was her life. Friends came second, and family was third. Marci thanked the Lord every day that Talon had decided to make her a friend instead of an enemy. Talon wouldn't be a very good enemy to have. She knew almost as much about magic as the professors did, and knew twice as much about flying than a professional Quidditch player. The trains whistle signaling final boarding sounded and Marci looked up. "Time to get going."
**************
"Excuse me?" Galleria tapped a tall red-haired boy on the shoulder.
The boy turned around and looked at her. "Yes?"
"Umm." Galleria stalled. 'Oh gods, this is embarrassing.' "Do you know where the restrooms are?"
The boy laughed and nodded. "Yeah, it's straight down the corridor at the very end of the train."
Galleria looked towards the back of the train. Good, it isn't that far away. "Thank you."
"Yeah sure, no problem."
Galleria walked up the corridor towards the bathroom. She knocked on the door. "Hello?" No answer. "Parrish?" She waited a second before calling out again. "Lanai? Somebody?"
"You know if no one answers you the first couple of times it generally means that no one's in there." Came an amused voice from behind her.
Galleria turned around and saw the red-haired boy she had asked for directions to the restroom. Her cheeks burned a light pink. "I was looking for my sisters. Parrish said she'd be in the restroom; but both of them disappeared. I can't find them anywhere. I've checked nearly all of the compartments."
Galleria stood there and tried to look over the tall strangers head. He looked at Galleria and furrowed his brow. "Where are you from?"
"America," Galleria said hurriedly. She stood on her tiptoes, but she still couldn't see over the stranger's head.
The stranger nodded. "Thought so. I'm Ron Weasley."
"Galleria Summers," she said. "Do y'think you could maybe help me look for my sisters?"
Ron shrugged. "Sure, why not?" He paused. "What do they look like?"
She told him, and then gave him a sceptical look. "Can you remember all that?"
Ron nodded, not catching the sarcasm in her voice. "Let's go look for them."
They made their way down the corridor, checking compartment after compartment. They skipped the fourth one away from the restroom. "Wait a second," Galleria said. "Why aren't we checking this one?"
"Because that's my compartment and I just came from there. There's nobody in that compartment that matches the descriptions you gave me."
"Okay," Galleria said. "Well then lets skip this next compartment too." Ron gave Galleria an odd look and she just shrugged. "It's my compartment."
Ron opened his mouth to say something, but shut it quickly. His blue eyes narrowed into little slits. Galleria turned around to see the boy from the ice cream parlor. "Well, hello again Draco. I didn't expect to see you again so soon."
Draco shot her a small grin. "Nor did I, Galleria." He looked at Ron. "Weasley."
"Malfoy." Ron spat out contemptuously. He continued to glare at Malfoy. His expression of contempt only increased when he saw Galleria and Draco bantering back and forth. "Do you mind?" Ron spat. "We're looking for Galleria's sisters."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Why do that when they're in my compartment in the next car?"
Galleria's eyes widened and her face brightened more so than it already had. "They are? Oh, thank gods! I was worried I had lost them for a second there." She looked at Ron. "Thank you for your help, Ron. I really appreciate it." She leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then turned back to Draco. "Could you take me to my sisters? I want to see them so I can chew their heads off."
Draco laughed. "Right this way." He gestured in front of him and Galleria followed. "They obviously prefer quality over red-haired, scar-headed quantity."
Galleria was so relieved at a mention of her sisters where-abouts that she didn't even notice Draco's last comment. While she didn't exactly get along with Lanai, she'd never been this far away from her parents before without her sisters right by her side. At Nouveau Monde their parents uprooted and moved into a cabin nat far from the school so that the girls wouldn't get so homesick. Now it was completely different. She latched onto Draco's arm and began pulling him in the directionof the next car, Ron already being partway forgotten.
Ron stared after them with disbelief. "Well, that was a waste." He turned around and walked into his compartment where Hermione was immersed into a book and Harry was flipping through "Quidditch Through the Ages." Ron let out a heavy sigh, causing Harry to look up from his book.
"Long line?"
Ron shook his head. "No." He sat down next to Harry and threw his head back onto the seat. "You know that girl that came up to me outside the compartment and asked where the loo was?" When Harry nodded, Ron continued. "Well I saw her standing outside talking to the restroom door. She was calling out her sister's names and I approached her. I found out her name and that she was from America. Well, she asked me to help her look for her sister's and I told her that I would. Well, when we got to the compartment next to ours, Malfoy came out of nowhere and completely captured her attention. He told her that her sister's were in his compartment and she went with him. And you won't believe this."
"What?" Harry pressed.
"They were flirting!" Ron exclaimed. "And she enjoyed his attention! She called him 'Draco.' I'm telling you, it was disgusting."
Hermione looked up from her book. "Well if she was interested in Malfoy, then she mustn't be worth your time."
Ron looked at Hermione like she was some sort of Bogart. "But she was perfect! She's so pretty and really nice; it's just." He trailed off. "She's more interested in Malfoy than in me."
"Oh Ron, cheer up." Harry said, sitting down "Quidditch Through the Ages." "Hermione's right. If she's hanging all over Malfoy, and is hanging out with him and his crew, than she isn't worth your time."
At that, Hermione gave an 'I told you so' snort and went back to her book. When Hermione was immersed in her book, and Ron and Harry were busy playing a game of exploding snap, Harry asked Ron about the girl again. "Is she all that pretty?" Ron repeated. "She's beautiful, but I couldn't have her if I looked like Malfoy anyhow. Now," he said. "Let's get back to our game, shall we?"
Not wanting to argue, Harry complied.
***************
Draco's Compartment
Galleria sat beside her sisters and stared at the other people in the compartment. Pansy, who reminded Galleria of a pug, was in a heated argument with Millicent Bullstrode and Yolanda Chip about Galleria. Draco was sitting opposite of Pansy, telling Crabbe and Goyle about the look on Ron's face when he seen him. All everyone had done was talk about other people since they had gotten there. Galleria felt very out of place, and she could tell Parrish did too. Lanai, however, looked like she was enjoying herself. She laughed and even joined in the conversation quite a few times. Clearing her throat, she stood up and walked over to the door. She motioned for Parrish to do the same. Everyone was so caught up in what they were doing, that they didn't notice Galleria and Parrish slip out. Well, almost everyone.
**************
Draco watched Galleria and her younger sister (What was her name again?) leave the compartment. He could tell that they were bored since they sat down. Now Lanai, she's going to be one of us.
Pansy stood from her seat in between Millicent and Yolanda and sat down in Crabbe's recently abandoned seat next to Draco. "Draco?"
He looked at her with dull, uninterested gray eyes. His left eyebrow raised itself up, indicating that Pansy should keep on saying what she was about to say. "Draco I- I was wondering why you brought that one girl in here; we had one little prat in here already that isn't worthy of being in our presence."
"Pansy?" Draco drawled out.
"Yes?" Pansy said, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. Well, trying to at least.
"Get your hand off of my thigh." Draco said, watching her hand creep slowly up his left leg.
Pansy pulled her hand back quickly and averted her gaze. Making a nervous sound, she stood up and went back over to sit with Millicent and Yolanda so Draco wouldn't see her burning red cheeks. But even in the dim light and across the compartment, it was hard to miss.
**************
"Ohh, my head." Ron moaned, holding the cold juice box Galleria had offered him up to his head.
"Let me see," Galleria said softly, kneeling in front of Ron. He removed the juice box to reveal a large, purpling bruise on the left side of his forehead. She pressed her thumb to it lightly, and Ron winced. "It's fine. Just make sure to stay out of the way of flying objects next time."
She stood up, offering Ron a hand.
"Well, it wasn't my fault," Ron muttered, brushing himself off. "All I did was step outside the compartment door."
Harry, who was standing off to the side, noticed that Ron left out the fact that he was going to check and see if Galleria was back from Malfoy's compartment so that he could talk to her. He looked at Hermione who just shrugged. "Talk to him," she mouthed.
Harry nodded. "Er, Ron, could I talk to you for a moment?"
Ron followed Harry into the compartment; all the while throwing backward looks at Galleria. Turning, he faced Harry.
"Ron, what happened out there?"
"What do you mean, 'What happened out there?'" Ron said, giving Harry a look.
"I mean," Harry started. "What did you get hit with?"
"Oh," Ron huffed. "That. I went out there to see if Galleria was back. That much you know." When Harry nodded, Ron continued. "And I turned to go to her compartment, when a ball hit me in the side of my head and knocked me down."
"How big was the ball?" Harry questioned.
"About the size of a bludger," Ron said, rubbing the side of his head at the memory.
"Ouch."
"Yep."
"Ron," Harry started again. "Why do you seem so bound and determined to get to know this girl?"
Ron shrugged. "I dunno." He sat down. "You know how sometimes you're just compelled to get to know someone and you have no idea why?"
Harry nodded. He had felt the same way about Cho Chang.
"Well," Ron continued. "That's what it is. There's just something about her that reaches out and grabs me by the gut. No, it's nothing like it was with Fleur, " Ron added, seeing the look on Harry's face. "It's different. This time it's not the veela in her. In fact, I don't even think she's veela at all. I dunno. Am I mad?"
Harry laughed. "No Ron. You're just human is all."
Ron breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. For a second there I was beginning to think I was something else."
There was a knock on the compartment door. It was Galleria. "Could I talk to Ron for a moment?" She asked Harry.
Harry nodded. On his way out of the compartment, he turned to Ron and said, "Let me know if you need anything, understand?"
Ron nodded. "Will do."
Once the compartment door was closed, Galleria turned to Ron. "Look," she said. "I'm sorry about what happened out there." She threw a quick glance at the bruise on Ron's forehead. "Parrish wasn't paying attention to what she was doing, and she feels really bad for hitting you with that ball."
Ron shrugged. "Hey, it happened. It's no big deal. I've been hit by worse." He said, remembering the curse he aimed at Malfoy back in their second year. It had taken him a couple of hours to cough up all of the slugs. The thought of it made Ron shudder. "Tell Parrish I said it was fine and that she shouldn't worry about it."
"Alright," Galleria said, turning to leave. She stopped at the door and turned to look at Ron over her shoulder. "What house are you in?"
"Gryffindor," he said after a moment or two. "Why?"
Now it was Galleria's turn to shrug. "Just wondering."
**************
Galleria's Compartment
"Well, how did it go?" Parrish asked interestedly when Galleria strolled into the compartment.
"He says that everything is fine and that you needn't worry about it." Galleria said, dropping down across from Parrish.
"Oh good," said Kelsey in relief. "I would feel even worse than I already do at the moment if he had been seriously hurt."
"Parrish," Galleria said, yawning. "When we get to Hogwarts, what house do you expect the Sorting Hat will put you in?"
Parrish lifted her right shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. "I dunno. I suppose I don't know enough about the school and it's different houses to tell." She tilted her head to the side and looked at Galleria. "Why?"
Galleria shook her head and stretched out on her side. "I was just curious; that's all it was." She rolled flat onto her back. "I think I want to be in Gryffindor."
"Why?" Parrish asked curiously.
"Because," Galleria said. "I've met so many friendly people, most of which have been in Gryffindor. That's the kind of people I want to be surrounded by at school."
"People like Ron, or people like Draco?" Parrish questioned.
"I can't imagine that Draco is in Gryffindor." Parrish said. "But I do know Ron, Harry, and Hermione are. They're the kind of people I was talking about."
I think I know why. Parrish thought to herself.