Author note: Okay lets see what happens next!
Chapter 4
Harry tore his gaze away from the painting in time to see the Weasley's pass through a door down the hall. He followed them. Eris led them to large circular room. There were long tables set out that formed a kind of conference circle.
Harry and the Weasley's sat down at one of the tables and wait. Eris took a seat on a couch in the corner.
They didn't have to wait long before the others started to appear.
Eris walked out of the room and down the hallway trying to get the tingling sensation out of her head. She had to think. If the Potter kid had come with the Weasley's surely that meant he was good friends with them. Ronald was his age.
Ronald. Up until this moment she had no idea he had even existed. She thought he had just been a figment of her imagination.
She had never met Ronald. Just seen him. Not see him physically, but in her dreams. And so clearly. He was one of the reasons se liked to dream. She could almost always count on seeing him.
She walked into the kitchen and sat at the table. Pulling out her sketch book she thought about the colors she would use for her new painting. Ron. Now that she knew that he really did exist.
4 hours later
Harry sat waiting for Mr.Weasley, who was busy talking to Dumbledore. He looked around for Eris to see if she had come back. He wanted to talk to her. Something about her had caught his attention.
Maybe it was her odd style of art. There had been a lot of it around the room they were in. Harry had caught himself staring at the art instead of listening. Some of the pieces were violent with shattered glass and knives built into it. And some were just plain weird. He recognized some of the people in them as Greek gods and goddesses. Granted they were beautiful but the styles just made you hypnotized by the wild designs.
Or maybe it was just the act that she was Snape's daughter that made her so unreal.
He found her further down the hall sitting at a table bending over something. Her back was to him so all he could see was a sea of curled black hair reaching even below the seat of the chair she was sitting on.
She must have heard him because she quickly closed whatever she was working on and turned to face him. He caught a glimpse of her sketchbook before she managed to put it back in her bag.
"Yes?" She didn't look all that pleased to see him and she also had a strange look on her face that Harry couldn't quite place.
It was only until she had looked at him expecting him to talk did he realize that he had no idea what he was going to say.
Seeing his lost look she gestured him to sit down with a slightly annoyed look on her face.
She looked over at him searching for something to say so he would stop gaping at her like a goldfish. She pulled out her sketchbook again and opened to a blank page. "So how was the meeting?"
"Okay, nothing very interesting. You know the usual."
"No I don't know, I've never been to a meeting." She answered without looking at him.
"Well I wasn't really paying attention. I was looking at the paintings. Did you do them? They're really –"
She looked at him through her hair and asked," Why?'
Harry looked at her taken aback." Well they said your name on them so I thought they were probably yours."
She looked as if she were about to say something but at that moment Mr. Weasley came in telling him it was time to go.
He looked back at the girl. She was staring at Mr. Weasley again and He had no idea why.
Chapter 4
Harry tore his gaze away from the painting in time to see the Weasley's pass through a door down the hall. He followed them. Eris led them to large circular room. There were long tables set out that formed a kind of conference circle.
Harry and the Weasley's sat down at one of the tables and wait. Eris took a seat on a couch in the corner.
They didn't have to wait long before the others started to appear.
Eris walked out of the room and down the hallway trying to get the tingling sensation out of her head. She had to think. If the Potter kid had come with the Weasley's surely that meant he was good friends with them. Ronald was his age.
Ronald. Up until this moment she had no idea he had even existed. She thought he had just been a figment of her imagination.
She had never met Ronald. Just seen him. Not see him physically, but in her dreams. And so clearly. He was one of the reasons se liked to dream. She could almost always count on seeing him.
She walked into the kitchen and sat at the table. Pulling out her sketch book she thought about the colors she would use for her new painting. Ron. Now that she knew that he really did exist.
4 hours later
Harry sat waiting for Mr.Weasley, who was busy talking to Dumbledore. He looked around for Eris to see if she had come back. He wanted to talk to her. Something about her had caught his attention.
Maybe it was her odd style of art. There had been a lot of it around the room they were in. Harry had caught himself staring at the art instead of listening. Some of the pieces were violent with shattered glass and knives built into it. And some were just plain weird. He recognized some of the people in them as Greek gods and goddesses. Granted they were beautiful but the styles just made you hypnotized by the wild designs.
Or maybe it was just the act that she was Snape's daughter that made her so unreal.
He found her further down the hall sitting at a table bending over something. Her back was to him so all he could see was a sea of curled black hair reaching even below the seat of the chair she was sitting on.
She must have heard him because she quickly closed whatever she was working on and turned to face him. He caught a glimpse of her sketchbook before she managed to put it back in her bag.
"Yes?" She didn't look all that pleased to see him and she also had a strange look on her face that Harry couldn't quite place.
It was only until she had looked at him expecting him to talk did he realize that he had no idea what he was going to say.
Seeing his lost look she gestured him to sit down with a slightly annoyed look on her face.
She looked over at him searching for something to say so he would stop gaping at her like a goldfish. She pulled out her sketchbook again and opened to a blank page. "So how was the meeting?"
"Okay, nothing very interesting. You know the usual."
"No I don't know, I've never been to a meeting." She answered without looking at him.
"Well I wasn't really paying attention. I was looking at the paintings. Did you do them? They're really –"
She looked at him through her hair and asked," Why?'
Harry looked at her taken aback." Well they said your name on them so I thought they were probably yours."
She looked as if she were about to say something but at that moment Mr. Weasley came in telling him it was time to go.
He looked back at the girl. She was staring at Mr. Weasley again and He had no idea why.