Chapter 2: Entertainment Eltanin
The next morning she woke up hugging her stuffed grim with the promise of meeting her dream guy. To her it was a beautiful day. Taking her palm sized trunk out of her pocket, she taped it with her wand and it regained its natural size. She quickly put on a pair of tight black leather pants and a simple black top. She pulled out a yellow umbrella and a Slythern tie. Putting the tie on loosely, she took one last look at her room then pushed her trunk out into the hall. She glanced in the mirror realizing she now looked the part of the Goth that her old neighbors thought her to be.
It was quiet, too quiet for her liking. She sung her umbrella around like a too short cane and made her way toward the only source of noise. Reaching the stairway she decided to follow the few straggling students who seemed to be heading in the direction of an even louder area. She smirked at the sound of thunder.
Carefully glancing into the great hall, which was filled to its brim, she decided it was time to make her entrance. Taking note of the enchanted ceiling she opened her umbrella and strolled calmly into the room.
A flood of whispers followed her as she expected, but what she didn't expect was for a teacher to stop her.
"Where are your robes, miss?" he glared at her. He was tall, blond and everything about him screamed pompous ass.
"I'm a guest, you twit." The hall silenced for a second before starting its new roar. She pranced to the center of the teacher's table twirling her umbrella.
"You know that's quite unnecessary," said a stern looking witch.
"I know Minerva, but sometime being spontaneous is just what you need." The teacher seemed a bit taken aback by being addressed so informally.
"Miss Eltanin," said Dumbledore calmly with eyes of sparkling mischief, "I was worried when you didn't show up last night."
"Well Albus," she glared at him, "you never said it was a bad idea traveling by night. But then again it was yours wasn't it?"
The hall had ceased all conversations and was now watching the display with all the attentiveness that they lacked to show in class.
"We'll talk about it later Eltanin, now why don't you sit and have breakfast, the bacons quite good."
She turned around and scanned the room for a place to sit. Instead she found the person who would brighten her day. From the middle of the room she yelled, "Hey Snap Dragon!" A boy looked up from the Slythern table. And she smirked, "Draw you yellow bellied good for nothing snake!"
The boy had stood up started yelling back at her, "well if it isn't the punk from hell! Never thought you'd set foot in England."
They ran towards each other and hugged, the force of their collision had knocked them to the ground where Eltanin proceeded to tackle the Slythern until she was named victor in front of his peers with her sitting on top of him, wand drawn.
On the other end of the hall a trio of boys where watching the scene with interest. It was not everyday you saw Severus Snape being mauled by a girl. One, a dark haired boy, growled when he saw Snape being helped back up by the girl. He growled even louder as the two made their way back to the Slythern table.
"So Sevie, you having fun here? Are those idiots still being mean to you? Can I hurt them? And why do you English talk funny? You use words I don't know."
"Slow down, Nin. What words? I can probably tell you what they mean."
She almost didn't hear his replay as she watched a rather pale looking boy enter the Great hall. He had tousled tawny hair, a tired expression, and bright golden eyes she could see from the other side of the room. That's what she was looking for, that had to be him.
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AN: too short? I know and I'm sorry. Anyone wonder how she knows Snape? And snap-dragon? Poor boy, good thing there's only a bit of school left. Anywho, on to the next chapter! By the way I do mean anywho not anyhow, just a quirk of mine. ^_^
The next morning she woke up hugging her stuffed grim with the promise of meeting her dream guy. To her it was a beautiful day. Taking her palm sized trunk out of her pocket, she taped it with her wand and it regained its natural size. She quickly put on a pair of tight black leather pants and a simple black top. She pulled out a yellow umbrella and a Slythern tie. Putting the tie on loosely, she took one last look at her room then pushed her trunk out into the hall. She glanced in the mirror realizing she now looked the part of the Goth that her old neighbors thought her to be.
It was quiet, too quiet for her liking. She sung her umbrella around like a too short cane and made her way toward the only source of noise. Reaching the stairway she decided to follow the few straggling students who seemed to be heading in the direction of an even louder area. She smirked at the sound of thunder.
Carefully glancing into the great hall, which was filled to its brim, she decided it was time to make her entrance. Taking note of the enchanted ceiling she opened her umbrella and strolled calmly into the room.
A flood of whispers followed her as she expected, but what she didn't expect was for a teacher to stop her.
"Where are your robes, miss?" he glared at her. He was tall, blond and everything about him screamed pompous ass.
"I'm a guest, you twit." The hall silenced for a second before starting its new roar. She pranced to the center of the teacher's table twirling her umbrella.
"You know that's quite unnecessary," said a stern looking witch.
"I know Minerva, but sometime being spontaneous is just what you need." The teacher seemed a bit taken aback by being addressed so informally.
"Miss Eltanin," said Dumbledore calmly with eyes of sparkling mischief, "I was worried when you didn't show up last night."
"Well Albus," she glared at him, "you never said it was a bad idea traveling by night. But then again it was yours wasn't it?"
The hall had ceased all conversations and was now watching the display with all the attentiveness that they lacked to show in class.
"We'll talk about it later Eltanin, now why don't you sit and have breakfast, the bacons quite good."
She turned around and scanned the room for a place to sit. Instead she found the person who would brighten her day. From the middle of the room she yelled, "Hey Snap Dragon!" A boy looked up from the Slythern table. And she smirked, "Draw you yellow bellied good for nothing snake!"
The boy had stood up started yelling back at her, "well if it isn't the punk from hell! Never thought you'd set foot in England."
They ran towards each other and hugged, the force of their collision had knocked them to the ground where Eltanin proceeded to tackle the Slythern until she was named victor in front of his peers with her sitting on top of him, wand drawn.
On the other end of the hall a trio of boys where watching the scene with interest. It was not everyday you saw Severus Snape being mauled by a girl. One, a dark haired boy, growled when he saw Snape being helped back up by the girl. He growled even louder as the two made their way back to the Slythern table.
"So Sevie, you having fun here? Are those idiots still being mean to you? Can I hurt them? And why do you English talk funny? You use words I don't know."
"Slow down, Nin. What words? I can probably tell you what they mean."
She almost didn't hear his replay as she watched a rather pale looking boy enter the Great hall. He had tousled tawny hair, a tired expression, and bright golden eyes she could see from the other side of the room. That's what she was looking for, that had to be him.
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AN: too short? I know and I'm sorry. Anyone wonder how she knows Snape? And snap-dragon? Poor boy, good thing there's only a bit of school left. Anywho, on to the next chapter! By the way I do mean anywho not anyhow, just a quirk of mine. ^_^