*Disclaimer: Ya, I forgot to do this at my first chapter. This goes for the whole story. I own nothing. Yep, I'm just a poor ass student with too much time on her hands. Enjoy though.
Chapter 2: Surprise Surprise
"Um, Tenille. How did you get into Slytherin?" Cara questioned out loud. I just shrugged, looking at Dumbledore for the answers. He was quietly chuckling, haven gotten over his surprise a minute ago.
"It seems Tenille, that you have one magical parent, rather then none as it was suspected." I just looked at him, then shook my head. My mom sold cookies at the school's garage sales and my dad worked a boring everyday job. They were not candidate's for a magical parent.
"I don't think that's it Dumbledore." I paced around the large room, trying to think back to what my parents had told me about my roots. "Dumbledore, can magic skip a generation…or six?" Dumbledore nodded yes, and I jumped up and down. "Maybe it's because one of my grandma's was magic. She was Shaman of her tribe. It's a very earthy magic, or so I'm told." I looked at Cara, she was regarding me with new interest. I stuck out my tongue at her.
"Why do you get to be in Slytherin? Professor Snape is there. You have all the luck." Cara sighed as I walked by her. I laughed, then grimaced as I thought of Snape. He was a tall wizard, a pure blood. Thought to dangerously handsome and evil by Cara, thought to be avoided and ignored by me.
"Well Miss Campbell, Miss Johnston, shall we go to your classrooms? It's quite late, all the other students should be in the common room by now." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. We nodded eagerly, and I grabbed my hoodie off the chair.
We walked out of his office ad I studied the walls, they were made of stone, a dusty blue or dirty gray. The hallway was lighted by flaming lamps, what where they called in our muggle world? Oil lamps? But they didn't appear to have oil in them.
"Dumbledore, why do you guys have such an old fashioned style here at Hogwarts?" I gestured to the lamps and the robes that Dumbledore wore. "I understand mystery and dressing the part, but really, is that convenient?" We continued walking and entered the staircase. They were huge, made for groups of hundreds. Cara and I ran all the way up and waited patiently for Dumbledore.
"Our style is how it has been since our school was founded a thousand years ago. All that changes are the students, professors and sometimes the ghosts that pass through our halls." Dumbledore came in front of a huge painting of a fat lady. We were at the Gryffindore common room. Lucky Cara. "Twinkie". Cara gasped and I shushed her behind Dumbledore's back. She would give it away. She glanced at me with wide eyes. I shook my head.
Cara walked in and glanced around. There were a couple students sitting on the couch by the fireplace. I popped my head in after Dumbledore and glimpsed some very messy black hair. Could it be….?
"Students, please welcome a new Gryffindore, Miss Cara Johnston." Heads popped up all over the place, from the floor, off the tables at the side of the room, from the staircases going up to the rooms. Cara just stood there, slowly turning red. She hated being in the spotlight. "I'm sure you'll all make her welcome. Thank you for your time." Dumbledore turned and I saw black glasses as the boy with very messy black hair glanced at Cara. Hmm, just one more thing to make sure it was him…
"HARRY POTTER!" I screamed. His head popped up and he stared at me, with an eyebrow cocked. It was as if he was saying, who the hell are you? I started to laugh as Cara glared at me. Blowing him a kiss, much to Cara's outrage, I left with Dumbledore.
"Ya I know, I could have handled that with a little more grace." I nod as Dumbledore glanced at me. "But let's not pretend like that wasn't the coolest thing ever. Is he really know as "the boy who lived" or is he just Harry? Potter? HP? Will he let me call him Babe?" I started to laugh. Dumbledore let out a deep chuckle. Hagrid choked behind me, trying to cover up his laughter with a snort and cough.
The path led by Dumbledore took me by the staircases again. I thought we were heading to the dungeons, that's where Cara said Slytherins stayed, but we ended up by the edge of the castle, in a small corner with a huge painting of a baron in it. He glanced at me. I glanced at him. He looked me up and down. I looked at his legs, in his tights. I cocked a brow at him. He snorted. I shrugged. It was a bit dark, and very chilly. Great, I thought to myself. I hate the cold, and I'm stuck in a frozen hell.
"Snickers" Dumbledore said and the painting swung open. What was it with these people and junk food? A warm breeze immediately swept by me. I wanted in there. Dumbledore walked in, and silence ensued. I peered around him once again. The small group of green and black decorated Slytherins stared at him, then at me. They were quite pale. They should get more sun. Their robes were very attractive though, a black that shimmered. I wanted one of those. Maybe I could just wear black jeans and shirts that shimmered? A robe could get in the way.
"Slytherins, this is Miss Tenille Campbell. She is your newest Slytherin. Treat her well." Dumbledore nodded to me and walked out. Thanks a lot. I waved to Hagrid. I winked back and walked away with Dumbledore. The painting sung shut behind them as I turned to regard my new buddies.
There were two girls standing by the fireplace. They looked at me hostilely, their eyes hard and cold. I smirked, thinking that ya, this was definably Slytherin. I walked past them to get to the carved wooden doorway that had a feminine look to it. I hoped it lead to the girls rooms. I hope to find mine.
"Wait girl. Who are you?" A sneering voice called out. I turned around. There sat Malfoy. Draco. What kind of name was Draco? Crap. I assessed him as he checked me out. He looked to be about eighteen, with a athlete's body. His hairy wasn't actually oily, it was looking soft to the touch. Straight too. I hate people with naturally straight hair. SIGH. He had these wide shoulders though. That had potential. then I noticed that his mouth was moving again. What was he saying?
"…muggle born Slytherin…" and he went back to sneering. Why did he have to open his mouth? He was so good looking without that big mouth of his.
"Piss off punk. I'll kick your ass." I stuck my tongue out at him, and everyone gasped. The stared at me, and put their hands to their mouths, looking as if in pain. One guy actually looked away, scrunching up his face.
"What?" I wondered out loud. Did I have a green tongue? That was some awesome juice on the Hogwarts Express. Man, it tasted like lime and it was this dark forest green color. It had a small taste of club soda in it too. Cara and I absolutely guzzled it.
"Did that hurt?" One girl, who was by the fireplace, said. I stared at her, then it dawned on me.
"This?" I stuck out my tongue and pointed to my tongue ring. It was a sliver one, matching some of the decorations in the room. Cool. They all nodded yes. "No, not at all."
"Really?" They looked skeptical. I sighed and sat down. This might be easier than I imagined it to be, making friends that is.
"Well, it hurt for a minute. I mean, a needle pierces your tongue with no pain meds. It can be friggen nasty. But over all, it hurt less then biting your tongue." I said and a few them glanced at me admiringly.
"You didn't use magic?" the same girl asked. I stared at her.
"What's your name girl?" She glared at me. I shrugged. "I just like to know names if I'm talking with people. I'm funny that way."
"I'm Pansy, and this is Lierra. We're Seventh Years." She said it with a haughty tone. I laughed.
"You sure can be stuck up. FYI, I'm seventh year also." I was interrupted by a snort in the corner. "Why Draco, glad you're able to join in. You being so intellectual and all. Pansy ass." I sneered. He glared at me then stood up. His wand was clutched in his hand. His knuckles were white. Oops. I didn't even have a wand. Well, ya I did, but fat lot of good it did me. I didn't even know how to use it. Crap.
"Muggle, I'm going to warn you once. Stay away from me." He was staring down at me on the couch. I stood up. Didn't want him to have an advantage over me. I stood up to my full 5'6 and a half inches.
"Or you'll what? Beat me? Punch me? hex me?" I stared at him. he had very nice cheekbones. Wow, gotta stay focused here. He was right angry now.
"I'll make you sorry you ever came to Hogwarts." His eyes were level with mine now that I stood on the coffee table. They were a deep green, very sexy. Yikes. Focused.
"Now that's real specific boy. I mean, I'm trembling. Ooohh, scary Malfoy." I smirked and his eyes changed to a light green, ice green. Oh shit, I was in for it now. Would he actually curse me?
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Author Note:
Thankx to my reviewer (my only one). I enjoyed your comments. Please keep reading and reviewing. I look forward to your story.
Oh ya, Cara babe. review, and maybe I'll let Snape…..heehee
Chapter 2: Surprise Surprise
"Um, Tenille. How did you get into Slytherin?" Cara questioned out loud. I just shrugged, looking at Dumbledore for the answers. He was quietly chuckling, haven gotten over his surprise a minute ago.
"It seems Tenille, that you have one magical parent, rather then none as it was suspected." I just looked at him, then shook my head. My mom sold cookies at the school's garage sales and my dad worked a boring everyday job. They were not candidate's for a magical parent.
"I don't think that's it Dumbledore." I paced around the large room, trying to think back to what my parents had told me about my roots. "Dumbledore, can magic skip a generation…or six?" Dumbledore nodded yes, and I jumped up and down. "Maybe it's because one of my grandma's was magic. She was Shaman of her tribe. It's a very earthy magic, or so I'm told." I looked at Cara, she was regarding me with new interest. I stuck out my tongue at her.
"Why do you get to be in Slytherin? Professor Snape is there. You have all the luck." Cara sighed as I walked by her. I laughed, then grimaced as I thought of Snape. He was a tall wizard, a pure blood. Thought to dangerously handsome and evil by Cara, thought to be avoided and ignored by me.
"Well Miss Campbell, Miss Johnston, shall we go to your classrooms? It's quite late, all the other students should be in the common room by now." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. We nodded eagerly, and I grabbed my hoodie off the chair.
We walked out of his office ad I studied the walls, they were made of stone, a dusty blue or dirty gray. The hallway was lighted by flaming lamps, what where they called in our muggle world? Oil lamps? But they didn't appear to have oil in them.
"Dumbledore, why do you guys have such an old fashioned style here at Hogwarts?" I gestured to the lamps and the robes that Dumbledore wore. "I understand mystery and dressing the part, but really, is that convenient?" We continued walking and entered the staircase. They were huge, made for groups of hundreds. Cara and I ran all the way up and waited patiently for Dumbledore.
"Our style is how it has been since our school was founded a thousand years ago. All that changes are the students, professors and sometimes the ghosts that pass through our halls." Dumbledore came in front of a huge painting of a fat lady. We were at the Gryffindore common room. Lucky Cara. "Twinkie". Cara gasped and I shushed her behind Dumbledore's back. She would give it away. She glanced at me with wide eyes. I shook my head.
Cara walked in and glanced around. There were a couple students sitting on the couch by the fireplace. I popped my head in after Dumbledore and glimpsed some very messy black hair. Could it be….?
"Students, please welcome a new Gryffindore, Miss Cara Johnston." Heads popped up all over the place, from the floor, off the tables at the side of the room, from the staircases going up to the rooms. Cara just stood there, slowly turning red. She hated being in the spotlight. "I'm sure you'll all make her welcome. Thank you for your time." Dumbledore turned and I saw black glasses as the boy with very messy black hair glanced at Cara. Hmm, just one more thing to make sure it was him…
"HARRY POTTER!" I screamed. His head popped up and he stared at me, with an eyebrow cocked. It was as if he was saying, who the hell are you? I started to laugh as Cara glared at me. Blowing him a kiss, much to Cara's outrage, I left with Dumbledore.
"Ya I know, I could have handled that with a little more grace." I nod as Dumbledore glanced at me. "But let's not pretend like that wasn't the coolest thing ever. Is he really know as "the boy who lived" or is he just Harry? Potter? HP? Will he let me call him Babe?" I started to laugh. Dumbledore let out a deep chuckle. Hagrid choked behind me, trying to cover up his laughter with a snort and cough.
The path led by Dumbledore took me by the staircases again. I thought we were heading to the dungeons, that's where Cara said Slytherins stayed, but we ended up by the edge of the castle, in a small corner with a huge painting of a baron in it. He glanced at me. I glanced at him. He looked me up and down. I looked at his legs, in his tights. I cocked a brow at him. He snorted. I shrugged. It was a bit dark, and very chilly. Great, I thought to myself. I hate the cold, and I'm stuck in a frozen hell.
"Snickers" Dumbledore said and the painting swung open. What was it with these people and junk food? A warm breeze immediately swept by me. I wanted in there. Dumbledore walked in, and silence ensued. I peered around him once again. The small group of green and black decorated Slytherins stared at him, then at me. They were quite pale. They should get more sun. Their robes were very attractive though, a black that shimmered. I wanted one of those. Maybe I could just wear black jeans and shirts that shimmered? A robe could get in the way.
"Slytherins, this is Miss Tenille Campbell. She is your newest Slytherin. Treat her well." Dumbledore nodded to me and walked out. Thanks a lot. I waved to Hagrid. I winked back and walked away with Dumbledore. The painting sung shut behind them as I turned to regard my new buddies.
There were two girls standing by the fireplace. They looked at me hostilely, their eyes hard and cold. I smirked, thinking that ya, this was definably Slytherin. I walked past them to get to the carved wooden doorway that had a feminine look to it. I hoped it lead to the girls rooms. I hope to find mine.
"Wait girl. Who are you?" A sneering voice called out. I turned around. There sat Malfoy. Draco. What kind of name was Draco? Crap. I assessed him as he checked me out. He looked to be about eighteen, with a athlete's body. His hairy wasn't actually oily, it was looking soft to the touch. Straight too. I hate people with naturally straight hair. SIGH. He had these wide shoulders though. That had potential. then I noticed that his mouth was moving again. What was he saying?
"…muggle born Slytherin…" and he went back to sneering. Why did he have to open his mouth? He was so good looking without that big mouth of his.
"Piss off punk. I'll kick your ass." I stuck my tongue out at him, and everyone gasped. The stared at me, and put their hands to their mouths, looking as if in pain. One guy actually looked away, scrunching up his face.
"What?" I wondered out loud. Did I have a green tongue? That was some awesome juice on the Hogwarts Express. Man, it tasted like lime and it was this dark forest green color. It had a small taste of club soda in it too. Cara and I absolutely guzzled it.
"Did that hurt?" One girl, who was by the fireplace, said. I stared at her, then it dawned on me.
"This?" I stuck out my tongue and pointed to my tongue ring. It was a sliver one, matching some of the decorations in the room. Cool. They all nodded yes. "No, not at all."
"Really?" They looked skeptical. I sighed and sat down. This might be easier than I imagined it to be, making friends that is.
"Well, it hurt for a minute. I mean, a needle pierces your tongue with no pain meds. It can be friggen nasty. But over all, it hurt less then biting your tongue." I said and a few them glanced at me admiringly.
"You didn't use magic?" the same girl asked. I stared at her.
"What's your name girl?" She glared at me. I shrugged. "I just like to know names if I'm talking with people. I'm funny that way."
"I'm Pansy, and this is Lierra. We're Seventh Years." She said it with a haughty tone. I laughed.
"You sure can be stuck up. FYI, I'm seventh year also." I was interrupted by a snort in the corner. "Why Draco, glad you're able to join in. You being so intellectual and all. Pansy ass." I sneered. He glared at me then stood up. His wand was clutched in his hand. His knuckles were white. Oops. I didn't even have a wand. Well, ya I did, but fat lot of good it did me. I didn't even know how to use it. Crap.
"Muggle, I'm going to warn you once. Stay away from me." He was staring down at me on the couch. I stood up. Didn't want him to have an advantage over me. I stood up to my full 5'6 and a half inches.
"Or you'll what? Beat me? Punch me? hex me?" I stared at him. he had very nice cheekbones. Wow, gotta stay focused here. He was right angry now.
"I'll make you sorry you ever came to Hogwarts." His eyes were level with mine now that I stood on the coffee table. They were a deep green, very sexy. Yikes. Focused.
"Now that's real specific boy. I mean, I'm trembling. Ooohh, scary Malfoy." I smirked and his eyes changed to a light green, ice green. Oh shit, I was in for it now. Would he actually curse me?
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Author Note:
Thankx to my reviewer (my only one). I enjoyed your comments. Please keep reading and reviewing. I look forward to your story.
Oh ya, Cara babe. review, and maybe I'll let Snape…..heehee