Hi. thanks to my reveiwer, the next chapter's up. I realized I made a mistake in the last chapter. where it says "I'd been collecting butterflies since I was eleven", it SHOULD say "i'd been collecting butterflies since I was SEVEN." Okay? good. Now, on with the chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hogwarts.
"GRYFFINDOR!!!" the hat on my head screamed.
"I'm going to get lice from this thing, I know it!" I thought, as I hurriedley janked it off and tossed it to the boy behind me. I sat down at the cheering table. "This is weird" I thought. I wished Potato was there.
But Potato was away, high upsatirs in my dorm, wherever it was. It was at that moment I needed him most, around hundreds of strangers and strange places and things. Plus, my head was starting to hurt agian.
"Hi." said the boy I'd passed the hat to, sitting down beside me. "That hat needs to be cleaned like nobody's business, huh?"
"Yeah" I said, shyly. I wished the sorting would hurry up and we could eat, so i'd have something to do with my hands. I twiddled my thumbs.
"So..." he said. "Um, I'm Paul."
"I'm Zoe." I smiled.
"LAWRENCE ZATHERS!" Cut though my thoughts. At the end of the hall, Lawrence put on the filthy hat.
"So, uh, what do you like to do?" paul asked me.
"Um, well, I collect butterflies."
"Really? I collect shoe buttons."
"What?"
"HUFFLEPUFF!!!"
"Shoe buttons. In the old days people had buttons on their shoes instead of-"
"I'm not stupid! I know what a shoe button is! I was going to say : What? Where would you get them?"
"Oh." Paul looked quite embarassed. "Um, mostly from my uncle. He makes shoes."
"Oh."
The food appeared on the plates just then, and after adjusting to the shock of it, I helped myself to a half a baked potato and some pork chops, with peas. I must be the only person in the world who actually likes peas.
i glanced over at Paul. He had blonde hair, and was wearing a button on the shoulder of his robes. i had a butterfly hairclip in. Hmmm..
He was eating bacon and steak something or other, with carrots.
"So," he said, glancing over at me, "what are your parents like?"
"My mom's awsome. she spent two whole days painting individual blades of grass on my bedroom walls when I was eight. and she buys me new butterflies a lot. I never knew my dad."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I can't be sad about it, cuz I never even saw a picture of him. what about yours?"
"My parents are both dead. Died when I was three. I live with my Aunt and Uncle, but they're great. Aunt Liz makes apple blueberry pie every birthday of mine, and uncle taught me how to build stuff and read and a lot more, plus he gets me my shoe buttons."
"He sounds nice."
"He is."
The desserts appeared.
I looked for a minute or so, then chose a piece of blueberry pie. Paul had apple.
"Can I have a few blueberries?" he asked.
I gave him some, and he stirred them into the apples. He took a bite.
"Hmm...not like auntie's, but okay."
I ate my pie quietly.
"So" he said, "What's your mom?"
"Huh? Oh, I see what you mean. Um...I think dad was half blood, but maybe he wasn't, and I know for sure that mom's pureblood."
"Ah." he said. "Just wondering. I'm muggle-born."
"Me too!" said a girl with curly brown hair who's name I didn't know.
"Patricia Adams." she said, ginning and wringing my hand. "Just call me Pat."
"Hi."
I could tell I was going to like her. She was so cheerful, smiling all the time. Her hair was so curly and wired together, you could've sworn it was painted steel wool. I had a feeling I had already found my two best friends.
*
"Potato, they're so nice! Pat sleeps in the next bed over, and on the other side of me is this girl named Marion. Then, there's also Lela, Amy, and Elizabeth who share with us. Paul sleeps in the boy's dorm."
"sounds great" Potato smiled at me, in his stuffed animal way. Tara sat, shimmering, at the foot of my bed, and Zacharias hung from the canopy over my bed. The poster was also there, so I could look at it as I went to sleep, and all my books, albums and school suplies were in my bedside cabinet. Everyone had one.
I scribbled a poem in my journal, unpacking and talking to Potato as everyonre else slept.
Paul sat down beside me,
me feeling unsecure.
Patricia sat across,
and used her hidden lure
To make me want to like her,
and like her lots I do,
I have two new friends now.
And with them, i'll start my life anew.
"The last line's too long." Potato glanced over my shoulder.
"No duh, stupid butterfly! I'm trying to figure out how to shorten it!" I put the picture of mom and me on my bedside table, and put my poetry away for later.
I lifted the real butterflies carefully, and placed them in the drawer above the cupboard in the cabnet.
"Potato, have you ever ben really, truly, significantly, almost insaneley happy?" I asked my little butterfly. He had just snuggled under the untouched red covers.
"I suppose." he said, sleepily.
"I'm feeling that way now." I said, as I climbed under the covers. "Really happy."
I decided to write a letter to mom.
"Dear Mom", I wrote.
"School is great so far, except that i'm sharing a dorm with this one girl named Lela who seems kind of snobby, but all my other roommates are nice. I made two new friends already, Paul and Pat. They're both in my house. I'm in Gryffindor. You were in Ravenclaw, right?
Oh, well. I heard about the house qualities, and I was surprised to be in Gryffindor because i'm not usually very brave.
Lessons start tomorow. I'll try to get better marks here than I did at Muggle school.
I miss you. So does Potato. We'll see you at Christmas.
I'll write every day.
Love,
Zoe."
It was a short letter, but I didn't have much to say. Oh, well.
I put it on my cabinet to mail in the morning, and snuggled down under the covers with Potato. I fell asleep pretty quickly, it being after ten. The last thought I had was how happy I was...
*
I woke up around two am, sweaty and shaking. I'd just ahd the most horrible nightmare, but I couldn't remember hide nor hair of it. My hair was damp, and I was breathing hard. My heart hammered. I wished i had my nightlight, but it wouldn't work at Hogwarts.
I tried to find Potato under the covers, which were twisted and churned up. I must have been thrashing.
I found him, and cuddled up.
"Another one?" he whispered.
"No." I lied. "Go back to sleep."
I tried to sleep the rest of the night, but I just couldn't do it. Before it was time to get up, I would have bags under my eyes.
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Chapter three will be up soon.
Reveiw.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hogwarts.
"GRYFFINDOR!!!" the hat on my head screamed.
"I'm going to get lice from this thing, I know it!" I thought, as I hurriedley janked it off and tossed it to the boy behind me. I sat down at the cheering table. "This is weird" I thought. I wished Potato was there.
But Potato was away, high upsatirs in my dorm, wherever it was. It was at that moment I needed him most, around hundreds of strangers and strange places and things. Plus, my head was starting to hurt agian.
"Hi." said the boy I'd passed the hat to, sitting down beside me. "That hat needs to be cleaned like nobody's business, huh?"
"Yeah" I said, shyly. I wished the sorting would hurry up and we could eat, so i'd have something to do with my hands. I twiddled my thumbs.
"So..." he said. "Um, I'm Paul."
"I'm Zoe." I smiled.
"LAWRENCE ZATHERS!" Cut though my thoughts. At the end of the hall, Lawrence put on the filthy hat.
"So, uh, what do you like to do?" paul asked me.
"Um, well, I collect butterflies."
"Really? I collect shoe buttons."
"What?"
"HUFFLEPUFF!!!"
"Shoe buttons. In the old days people had buttons on their shoes instead of-"
"I'm not stupid! I know what a shoe button is! I was going to say : What? Where would you get them?"
"Oh." Paul looked quite embarassed. "Um, mostly from my uncle. He makes shoes."
"Oh."
The food appeared on the plates just then, and after adjusting to the shock of it, I helped myself to a half a baked potato and some pork chops, with peas. I must be the only person in the world who actually likes peas.
i glanced over at Paul. He had blonde hair, and was wearing a button on the shoulder of his robes. i had a butterfly hairclip in. Hmmm..
He was eating bacon and steak something or other, with carrots.
"So," he said, glancing over at me, "what are your parents like?"
"My mom's awsome. she spent two whole days painting individual blades of grass on my bedroom walls when I was eight. and she buys me new butterflies a lot. I never knew my dad."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I can't be sad about it, cuz I never even saw a picture of him. what about yours?"
"My parents are both dead. Died when I was three. I live with my Aunt and Uncle, but they're great. Aunt Liz makes apple blueberry pie every birthday of mine, and uncle taught me how to build stuff and read and a lot more, plus he gets me my shoe buttons."
"He sounds nice."
"He is."
The desserts appeared.
I looked for a minute or so, then chose a piece of blueberry pie. Paul had apple.
"Can I have a few blueberries?" he asked.
I gave him some, and he stirred them into the apples. He took a bite.
"Hmm...not like auntie's, but okay."
I ate my pie quietly.
"So" he said, "What's your mom?"
"Huh? Oh, I see what you mean. Um...I think dad was half blood, but maybe he wasn't, and I know for sure that mom's pureblood."
"Ah." he said. "Just wondering. I'm muggle-born."
"Me too!" said a girl with curly brown hair who's name I didn't know.
"Patricia Adams." she said, ginning and wringing my hand. "Just call me Pat."
"Hi."
I could tell I was going to like her. She was so cheerful, smiling all the time. Her hair was so curly and wired together, you could've sworn it was painted steel wool. I had a feeling I had already found my two best friends.
*
"Potato, they're so nice! Pat sleeps in the next bed over, and on the other side of me is this girl named Marion. Then, there's also Lela, Amy, and Elizabeth who share with us. Paul sleeps in the boy's dorm."
"sounds great" Potato smiled at me, in his stuffed animal way. Tara sat, shimmering, at the foot of my bed, and Zacharias hung from the canopy over my bed. The poster was also there, so I could look at it as I went to sleep, and all my books, albums and school suplies were in my bedside cabinet. Everyone had one.
I scribbled a poem in my journal, unpacking and talking to Potato as everyonre else slept.
Paul sat down beside me,
me feeling unsecure.
Patricia sat across,
and used her hidden lure
To make me want to like her,
and like her lots I do,
I have two new friends now.
And with them, i'll start my life anew.
"The last line's too long." Potato glanced over my shoulder.
"No duh, stupid butterfly! I'm trying to figure out how to shorten it!" I put the picture of mom and me on my bedside table, and put my poetry away for later.
I lifted the real butterflies carefully, and placed them in the drawer above the cupboard in the cabnet.
"Potato, have you ever ben really, truly, significantly, almost insaneley happy?" I asked my little butterfly. He had just snuggled under the untouched red covers.
"I suppose." he said, sleepily.
"I'm feeling that way now." I said, as I climbed under the covers. "Really happy."
I decided to write a letter to mom.
"Dear Mom", I wrote.
"School is great so far, except that i'm sharing a dorm with this one girl named Lela who seems kind of snobby, but all my other roommates are nice. I made two new friends already, Paul and Pat. They're both in my house. I'm in Gryffindor. You were in Ravenclaw, right?
Oh, well. I heard about the house qualities, and I was surprised to be in Gryffindor because i'm not usually very brave.
Lessons start tomorow. I'll try to get better marks here than I did at Muggle school.
I miss you. So does Potato. We'll see you at Christmas.
I'll write every day.
Love,
Zoe."
It was a short letter, but I didn't have much to say. Oh, well.
I put it on my cabinet to mail in the morning, and snuggled down under the covers with Potato. I fell asleep pretty quickly, it being after ten. The last thought I had was how happy I was...
*
I woke up around two am, sweaty and shaking. I'd just ahd the most horrible nightmare, but I couldn't remember hide nor hair of it. My hair was damp, and I was breathing hard. My heart hammered. I wished i had my nightlight, but it wouldn't work at Hogwarts.
I tried to find Potato under the covers, which were twisted and churned up. I must have been thrashing.
I found him, and cuddled up.
"Another one?" he whispered.
"No." I lied. "Go back to sleep."
I tried to sleep the rest of the night, but I just couldn't do it. Before it was time to get up, I would have bags under my eyes.
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Chapter three will be up soon.
Reveiw.