Chap 5
A/N: I once had a friend named Wyde. He owned Mr. Sparkly, the unicorn. Just thought I'd let you know. Oh yeah, I don't own Harry Potter.
It wasn't a very long story, but it might have been, being the whiny child from across the room so rudely intentionally interrupted Crimson. The groans were shoved off and ignored eventually, which I bet really ticked the now half lizard. (Madame Pomfrey was doing everything she could, really.) I hope she looks into a mirror, because that might really throw her into a panic. (Hehe () Anyways, she went into excruciating detail, though it wasn't really necessary, but being the artistic person she is, she felt she had to do it. Crimson was very into it. She hadn't said it all over in her head before, and so it was even exciting to her. Suddenly a healing potion flew off a shelf and shattered to pieces on the floor and a grandfather clock went all wacky and made the gong like noise over and over as its hands made their way all over the face. Shock was shown from the watcher's eyes, but then again, it's not like this couldn't happen every day considering its Hogwarts, but ok. The room was full of silence, making a small ringing sound in Crimson's ear. She took this small moment of distraction to take a better look at the old man with a long beard and a cloak that looked like he could trip on it any moment. He looked very familiar to her, but she couldn't quite figure out where she had seen him before. He turned. When their eyes met, there was a correlation. She flopped back onto the pillows. This girl must get seasickness a lot. Poor dear. Anyways, Madame Pomfrey once again came to her needs. The wet cloth was once again conveniently placed on the bedside table.
thought "Where have I seen him before? end
The bottle pieces on the floor started to rattle, and before you knew it, the bottle remade itself and placed it back on the shelf where it laid before. Like I said, Hogwarts has many different charms placed on things.
"So anyways—"Everyone turned back around. "That was very interesting. That rock must be a portkey." Mentioned Hermione.
"What's your name again?" asked Harry, who had found himself a comfortable chair to wait on.
"Crimson Throne." She answered shyly.
"Oh yeah. Hey, isn't that a camera?" he questioned, pointing at the 35 milliter Minolta sitting by her leg. (Crimson's prized possession.) "Colin Creevey has one like it."
She decided not to ask who that was. "Ya, I like to take pictures." You could tell she wasn't really talkative after the potion incident.
The girl from across the room was flaking off her scales and normal skin was evident again. Madame Pomfrey made sure she was ok and acting normal, then she scooted her out the door. It was sad to see her go. Without her whimpers and groans it seemed quiet and dull. Fortunately, she peeked back in cautiously to listen to their conversation, cautious as to not disturb Madame Pomfrey. It was an appealing feeling to know she was interested in the story. You know the feeling you get when you know someone's trying to listen in on something not personal, thinking that they're not noticed? Well I love it, haha.
Anyways, it went on and on like that, people asking questions about her personal life. Professor Dumbledore kept quiet until the last embarrassing question was asked. Then, he spoke up.
"Miss Throne, would you please come with me?" he wasn't specific why, but he spun around quickly, not waiting for Crimson to get out of the very comfortable bed and follow. She hurried frantically to catch up to him.
The girl peeking through the door panicked through the halls trying to get away without being noticed. Professor Dumbledore led the way in the opposite direction of the girl, hardly taking notice of the moving pictures on the wall. Crimson, on the other hand, gawked at them and was about to ask a question about them, but Dumbledore raised a hand to stop her. The thing was, he didn't even turn around to see that she was going to ask a question.
"All of your questions will be answered or explained when we get to my office. It shouldn't be long now." They rounded a few more corners, and the moving portraits eyed them with curiosity until they reached a large door with a gargoyle statue by it. (I forgot what statue was by it but if it's something else plz tell me.) Dumbledore bent down and whispered to the gargoyle. "Polyjuice." Suddenly, the gargoyle came to life and jumped aside for them to open the door.
Crimson was baffled at how that just happened, but she restrained herself from looking too shocked. They entered a hefty room with unfamiliar knick-knacks packed on shelves. There was a beautiful phoenix resting on a perch, which appeared to be asleep. Dumbledore glided across the room to a desk with a quill and parchment settled on it and many other items. He sat in a big, winged chair and motioned for Crimson to sit in the chair across from him.
He leaned forward and blinked. "Welcome to Hogwarts, Crimson. I'm Albus Dumbledore." His eyes glinted as he waited for her response.
"
A/N: I once had a friend named Wyde. He owned Mr. Sparkly, the unicorn. Just thought I'd let you know. Oh yeah, I don't own Harry Potter.
It wasn't a very long story, but it might have been, being the whiny child from across the room so rudely intentionally interrupted Crimson. The groans were shoved off and ignored eventually, which I bet really ticked the now half lizard. (Madame Pomfrey was doing everything she could, really.) I hope she looks into a mirror, because that might really throw her into a panic. (Hehe () Anyways, she went into excruciating detail, though it wasn't really necessary, but being the artistic person she is, she felt she had to do it. Crimson was very into it. She hadn't said it all over in her head before, and so it was even exciting to her. Suddenly a healing potion flew off a shelf and shattered to pieces on the floor and a grandfather clock went all wacky and made the gong like noise over and over as its hands made their way all over the face. Shock was shown from the watcher's eyes, but then again, it's not like this couldn't happen every day considering its Hogwarts, but ok. The room was full of silence, making a small ringing sound in Crimson's ear. She took this small moment of distraction to take a better look at the old man with a long beard and a cloak that looked like he could trip on it any moment. He looked very familiar to her, but she couldn't quite figure out where she had seen him before. He turned. When their eyes met, there was a correlation. She flopped back onto the pillows. This girl must get seasickness a lot. Poor dear. Anyways, Madame Pomfrey once again came to her needs. The wet cloth was once again conveniently placed on the bedside table.
thought "Where have I seen him before? end
The bottle pieces on the floor started to rattle, and before you knew it, the bottle remade itself and placed it back on the shelf where it laid before. Like I said, Hogwarts has many different charms placed on things.
"So anyways—"Everyone turned back around. "That was very interesting. That rock must be a portkey." Mentioned Hermione.
"What's your name again?" asked Harry, who had found himself a comfortable chair to wait on.
"Crimson Throne." She answered shyly.
"Oh yeah. Hey, isn't that a camera?" he questioned, pointing at the 35 milliter Minolta sitting by her leg. (Crimson's prized possession.) "Colin Creevey has one like it."
She decided not to ask who that was. "Ya, I like to take pictures." You could tell she wasn't really talkative after the potion incident.
The girl from across the room was flaking off her scales and normal skin was evident again. Madame Pomfrey made sure she was ok and acting normal, then she scooted her out the door. It was sad to see her go. Without her whimpers and groans it seemed quiet and dull. Fortunately, she peeked back in cautiously to listen to their conversation, cautious as to not disturb Madame Pomfrey. It was an appealing feeling to know she was interested in the story. You know the feeling you get when you know someone's trying to listen in on something not personal, thinking that they're not noticed? Well I love it, haha.
Anyways, it went on and on like that, people asking questions about her personal life. Professor Dumbledore kept quiet until the last embarrassing question was asked. Then, he spoke up.
"Miss Throne, would you please come with me?" he wasn't specific why, but he spun around quickly, not waiting for Crimson to get out of the very comfortable bed and follow. She hurried frantically to catch up to him.
The girl peeking through the door panicked through the halls trying to get away without being noticed. Professor Dumbledore led the way in the opposite direction of the girl, hardly taking notice of the moving pictures on the wall. Crimson, on the other hand, gawked at them and was about to ask a question about them, but Dumbledore raised a hand to stop her. The thing was, he didn't even turn around to see that she was going to ask a question.
"All of your questions will be answered or explained when we get to my office. It shouldn't be long now." They rounded a few more corners, and the moving portraits eyed them with curiosity until they reached a large door with a gargoyle statue by it. (I forgot what statue was by it but if it's something else plz tell me.) Dumbledore bent down and whispered to the gargoyle. "Polyjuice." Suddenly, the gargoyle came to life and jumped aside for them to open the door.
Crimson was baffled at how that just happened, but she restrained herself from looking too shocked. They entered a hefty room with unfamiliar knick-knacks packed on shelves. There was a beautiful phoenix resting on a perch, which appeared to be asleep. Dumbledore glided across the room to a desk with a quill and parchment settled on it and many other items. He sat in a big, winged chair and motioned for Crimson to sit in the chair across from him.
He leaned forward and blinked. "Welcome to Hogwarts, Crimson. I'm Albus Dumbledore." His eyes glinted as he waited for her response.
"
