Mysterious Airs

Chapter 2 - Odd Arguments

Morgan walked around the corner, holding her books in her arms. She sighed as she tried to walk through the filled up hallway.

"Geez…why is this place so crowded?" she stated, exasperatedly, as someone's book flew past her, just barely hitting her, "What in the…"

"Sorry!," a frightened first year squealed, as she ran towards a group of boys, one holding the same book over the first year's head, dangling it over her, with a smirk on his face, "Give it back!"

"Hey! Give it to her!" Morgan yelled, as she walked towards the boys, whom she recognized as a couple of Slytherin sixth years, four of them to be precise.

"What are you going to do if I don't?" the boy, holding the book, smirked, looking Morgan squarely in the eyes.

"Oh I see you're the sort of people that takes pleasure in seeing someone distressed? How righteous you are, picking on a defenseless first year," Morgan stated, rolling her eyes.

"What did you say?" the boy questioned, obviously angered. The others seething in the same anger.

"Oh, were some of those words to big for you? Well, let me tone them down a bit. You big men, trying to make little girl cry?" Morgan asked, walking closer to the boy, creating about a yard of allowance between them. By this moment, quite a few people had turned around to see what was happening. Harry, Hermione and Ron being a some of them.

"Why you…" the boy stated, as he dug his hand into his pocket, taking out his wand.

"No, you don't," Harry stated, running up to Morgan's side, taking out his wand, as he pointed it at the boy.

"Oh my gosh, why hello there professor," Morgan stated, looking over the boys shoulder.

"What?" the boy stated, as he and his group turned around.

Harry looked at Morgan, scratching his head.

"Thank you very much," Morgan stated, as she grabbed the book out of the sixth year's hand, handing it to the little first year. She smiled as the girl squealed a 'thank you' and ran down the hall.

"Hey!" the boy yelled, obviously a little perturbed from the absence of the teacher behind him.

"Oops sorry, I must have been seeing things…" Morgan smiled, waving her hand over head and she started down the hallway, as several people started to laugh at the Slytherin group, "Nice to have met you boys!"

"Wait!" the boy yelled, turning a bit of a red color.

"Nu uh!" Harry smiled, waving his wand in front of their faces, "Don't even think of following her.

"What are you going to do about it Potter?" the boy said, trying to compose himself.

"Well, I'll tell you what I'll do about it," Hermione stated, cutting in, "I could give you all detentions if you don't get a move on. Since, I'm a prefect and all, you know?"

"Come on," another boy in the group stated, "Let's get going."

"Well, that was bloody weird…" Ron stated, scratching the back of his head.

"Hey, Morgan! Wait up!" Harry yelled, jogging down the hall, until he caught up with Morgan. Ron looked at Hermione, who in turn shrugged and ran to catch up with Harry.

"Oh, hey Harry! Thanks for the back up over there," Morgan said, smiling.

"You were great back there, that guy looked so hilarious once he realized you took the book away from him," Harry stated, tucking his hands into his pocket.

"Oh, thanks…" Morgan smiled, as they reached the Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom. Morgan walked in as Harry turned around to look at Ron and Hermione.

"Harry!" Ron yelled, as he and Hermione caught up with them, "Well, thanks for waiting for us over there…"

"Oh, sorry guys." Harry stated, shaking his head, as they followed Morgan inside.

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Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Morgan sat at the Gryffindor table, filling their plates with food. Hermione and Morgan opposite Harry and Ron.

"Professor Richmond is such a great teacher," Hermione sighed, staring into space, "today's lesson was just so outstanding. He's one of the best teacher's ever."

"You sure it isn't just the lesson you're talking about?" Ron sneered, as he ate a piece of chicken.

"Ron, what are you talking about?" Hermione questioned, incredulously.

"I'm talking about your goo-goo eyes, you were staring at him like he was the only person in the room. I think you've got another Lockhart obsession," Ron stated, taking a drink from his goblet. Harry burst out laughing at that moment.

"Ron!" Hermione yelled, looking directly into Ron's eyes, "How dare you say something like that?! I did not have an obsession with Professor Lockhart and nor do I have one with Professor Richmond… he's just a really good teacher…"

"Sure…" Ron stated, looking to his plate of food, causing Hermione to look back at hers, silently.

Morgan looked at the two, coughing slightly, she lightly kicked Harry in the leg, causing him to jump slightly. Ron looked up at him, Harry smiled in an apologizing manner, "Sorry."

He looked back at Morgan, who smiled at him and nodded her head towards the door, mouthing 'let's leave them alone.' Harry squinted slightly, trying to understand what Morgan was saying. Morgan shook her head and stood up.

"Um…I'm going to be going to the library," Morgan said slowly, eyeing Harry, who stood up in return.

"Yeah, um…Morgan's going to help me with Potions…" Harry stated, trying to figure out what Morgan wanted. Ron and Hermione nodded, not bothering to look up from their plates.

Harry walked out of the Great Hall, turning to look for Morgan, as he was tugged towards the Hallway. He struggled slightly, turning back around to face a smiling face.

"Why are we going to the library?" Harry asked, a little confused, or rather very confused at what Morgan was trying to do.

"Harry…" Morgan sighed, shaking her head, as they entered the library, "Didn't you sort of get a feeling… well, I mean I've only know you guys for a couple of days, but it's quite obvious…" Morgan looked at Harry's face and chuckled, he looked completely clueless, "um… never mind, just call it woman's intuition…"

"Whatever…" Harry stated, slightly blushing, as he sat down at a table, Morgan sat next to him.

"So… do you actually want me to help you with potions?" Morgan smirked, looking at him.

"Eh… is there a point?" Harry replied, scratching the back of his head, "Snape'll give be a rough time no matter how well I do…"

"Well, you've got a point there…" Morgan smiled, looking around, "Well, what do you want to do? We have twenty minutes till our next class."

"I don't know, just sit around I guess," Harry stated, placing his arms on the table as he buried his face in them.

"hmmm… how about you tell me about the Gryffindor Quidditch Team?" Morgan stated, laying her arms on the table, leaning her chin on her arms, as she stared at Harry.

Harry looked up and stared at her, "Huh?"

"You are the captain this year, right?" Morgan smiled, sitting up.

"How, did you know…" Harry asked.

"Well, you were told when… 2 nights ago? You didn't expect that to stay on the DL, did you?" Morgan smirked, "So, Captain, tell me about your expectations on the team."

Harry smiled and sat up, "Well, we practically lost our whole team this year, we need to hold tryouts for all the beeters and all the chasers."

"Yikes," Morgan stated, "You're going to have to deal with a whole new team…"

"Yeah, hopefully we'll be able to do good this year…" Harry stated, looking down, "I mean Ron's and I have been practicing a lot this past summer and he's gotten to be good, but it's a lot of responsibility…"

"Well, I haven't quite seen you play Quidditch, but if you're as good as people have been saying you are, I'm sure you'll do just fine," Morgan smiled, placing her hand on Harry's arm.

Harry looked up at Morgan and smiled, slightly blushing. "Thanks…"

Morgan smiled, standing up, "Come on we have to get to Divination."

"Oh joy…" Harry sighed, staring at Morgan's back, as he followed her out of the library.

TBC…

Note: It'll get better in the later chapters…it's just starting off slower than I thought it would. Plz, R&R. Thanks.