Chapter Twenty-seven
"Hey, the Great Hall still looks the same!" said Araminta when they got to the Great Hall.
Draco gave her a funny look. "Yeah, it's been the same since, oh, breakfast. You're such a freak." He shook his head. "Let's go sit at the Slytherin table."
They sat down between a pair of Malfoy's henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, and across from a girl who was named Pansy Parkinson. Pansy Parkinson had a snub nose and looked kind of like a little dog. She also looked kind of like she had been crying, but Araminta didn't want to pry on her first day. Later, she would make friends with Pansy because Araminta thought she would look much better in pink lipstick instead of orange.
When she looked around the hall, Araminta saw that Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were having a conversation. Most of the same teachers were sitting there, but they looked much younger. Snape, too, was much younger, but he was staring at his food like he felt sick.
She didn't see anybody important at the Ravenclaw table or the Hufflepuff table, which was no surprise. She didn't really know any Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff people.
At the Gryffindor table, her eyes alighted on Da...she'd have to remember to call him Harry Potter. Now she could see why so many women liked him. He had really good skin and even though his black hair was messy it was cute, too. He had on glasses that didn't hide his bright green eyes. He was telling a joke and a reheaded girl was laughing really hard like a donkey.
On one side, she could see Ron Weasley, all freckly and long-nosed, sitting next to Harry. On the other side, she could see the bushy hair of her Aunt Hermione sitting next to him. She was looking forlornly right at her. Actually, after a minute, Araminta realized that Aunt Hermione was looking forlornly at Daddy Draco. Something really weird was going on here.