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The entire Slytherin table stood and applauded loudly, winning the unspoken battle between the houses of getting this dark beauty.
"Should have know that was coming," Hermionie said flatly, "She has snake written all over her."
"If I didn't know better, I'd say someone is jealous," Harry stated.
"I am not!"
"Sure whatever,"
Harry could have cared less at the moment; his attention had been drawn to Dumbledore, who was still standing in the same spot, waiting patiently for everyone to be quiet.
"If I may have your attention for a moment longer please."
Everyone stopped to look at him.
"I would also like to state that Miss Shinoda will be the new head girl of Slytherin house."
Gasps rang out all though the hall.
"What?! But I'm Head Girl!" a seventh year girl yelled.
"Yeah and she is only a - what sixth year?" another girl, obviously friends with the first, said.
"Yes she is a sixth year, but she has more experience than any of the students here-"
"Even the Golden Boy?" Draco asked.
"Yes even more than Harry Potter," Dumbledore said, looking at the blonde over the rim of his half-moon spectacles.
"But why do we need a new Head Girl?" someone else asked.
"I assure you that I do not make decisions for no good reason."
"Professor, if I may," Alycone spoke for the first time and silence fell instantly over everyone. Her voice was like liquid velvet, soft and sweet, yet dark and mysterious.
"I don't really want to be Head Girl, if it is going to cause people to dislike me."
Her voice may have been sweet and caring, but her eyes gave her away. She could have cared less what anyone thought of her. The violet orbs screamed that she was here for a higher purpose then schooling, and no one better get in her way. She turned her eyes on the Slytherin table and all rebellion faded from their faces.
"No, it's ok if the Headmaster thinks you should be Head Girl than I am no one to stop you," the former Head Girl said.
"Good I am glad it has been settled. Now on to the next order of business, as you all know we are, like every new term for the past six years, in need of a new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. I am pleased to report to you that Alcyone has offered to fill the position so as not to leave us with a vacancy."
Every single student in the hall's eyes widened as their breaths caught in their throats, but as the orchid eyes turned on them again, everyone knew better than to argue.
"Well if there are no objections than let the feast begin."
And with a final clap of his hands food appeared on the four house tables.
"Miss Shinoda, will you be sitting with the staff or the students?" Dumbledore asked.
"The students sir, I think I should get to know them."
He nodded and they set off in opposite directions.
Harry watched anxiously as the raven-haired girl walked down the Slytherin table trying to find a seat. Everywhere she found a space the students near it would move over so she couldn't sit down. Alcyone took the silent rejections with a nod of acknowledgement then moved on down the table nonchalantly, her head held high, even thought the entire student body was watching her.
"That's very rude, if she were a Gryffindor I would let her sit by me," Hermione said, angrily.
"Well she isn't, she was sorted into Slytherin, so she has to deal with it, and she is doing a bloody good job of it too," Ron said.
It was true, Slytherin was the least tolerant of the houses. They liked things to be their way and if it wasn't they handled it like two year olds. It was just unfortunate that Alcyone had to be sorted into the house that would be most immature about her being given the positions of power. Poor girl. Not that it mattered, she didn't seem to care in the slightest, on the contrary, she seemed to have this "If you knew the things I do, you would go insane" air about her, that allowed her to be detached from the cruel punishment she was enduring.
"Shh, watch," Harry said suddenly, interrupting his friend's discussion.
Alcyone had taken out her wand, all the students around her froze and moved to make room for her, scared to death. But Alcyone would have none of it, waving her wand in the air she spoke. "Wingardium Leveosa."
An empty plate rose into he air and an apple and two orange slices landed on top of it. Putting her wand carefully back inside her robes, she took the plate, walked back down the table and sat on the floor against a wall, biting into her apple.
Everyone, even the teachers stared at her in shock for like the millionth time that morning. Everyone except Dumbledore that is, he looked at her and smiled, and, as if she knew he was watching her, she looked up and smiled back, then resumed eating her breakfast.
Many of the Slytherins glared viciously at her for not running from the Hall crying because of their rudeness. In fact the only ones who didn't look disgusted were the old Head Girl, and Draco Malfoy. The seventh year looked dazed, as if still shaking off the affects of a spell, and Draco was smirking at her, in a good way, looking very impressed, though he quickly covered it.
"I don't believe it," Ron said dumbfoundedly, "She out-Slytherined the Slytherins." A smile appeared on his face.
"Maybe she wont be so bad after all," Hermione said a smirk playing on her features.
Disclaimer: I dont own so dont sue. Flames will be used to make toast. ............................................................................ ..........................................
The entire Slytherin table stood and applauded loudly, winning the unspoken battle between the houses of getting this dark beauty.
"Should have know that was coming," Hermionie said flatly, "She has snake written all over her."
"If I didn't know better, I'd say someone is jealous," Harry stated.
"I am not!"
"Sure whatever,"
Harry could have cared less at the moment; his attention had been drawn to Dumbledore, who was still standing in the same spot, waiting patiently for everyone to be quiet.
"If I may have your attention for a moment longer please."
Everyone stopped to look at him.
"I would also like to state that Miss Shinoda will be the new head girl of Slytherin house."
Gasps rang out all though the hall.
"What?! But I'm Head Girl!" a seventh year girl yelled.
"Yeah and she is only a - what sixth year?" another girl, obviously friends with the first, said.
"Yes she is a sixth year, but she has more experience than any of the students here-"
"Even the Golden Boy?" Draco asked.
"Yes even more than Harry Potter," Dumbledore said, looking at the blonde over the rim of his half-moon spectacles.
"But why do we need a new Head Girl?" someone else asked.
"I assure you that I do not make decisions for no good reason."
"Professor, if I may," Alycone spoke for the first time and silence fell instantly over everyone. Her voice was like liquid velvet, soft and sweet, yet dark and mysterious.
"I don't really want to be Head Girl, if it is going to cause people to dislike me."
Her voice may have been sweet and caring, but her eyes gave her away. She could have cared less what anyone thought of her. The violet orbs screamed that she was here for a higher purpose then schooling, and no one better get in her way. She turned her eyes on the Slytherin table and all rebellion faded from their faces.
"No, it's ok if the Headmaster thinks you should be Head Girl than I am no one to stop you," the former Head Girl said.
"Good I am glad it has been settled. Now on to the next order of business, as you all know we are, like every new term for the past six years, in need of a new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. I am pleased to report to you that Alcyone has offered to fill the position so as not to leave us with a vacancy."
Every single student in the hall's eyes widened as their breaths caught in their throats, but as the orchid eyes turned on them again, everyone knew better than to argue.
"Well if there are no objections than let the feast begin."
And with a final clap of his hands food appeared on the four house tables.
"Miss Shinoda, will you be sitting with the staff or the students?" Dumbledore asked.
"The students sir, I think I should get to know them."
He nodded and they set off in opposite directions.
Harry watched anxiously as the raven-haired girl walked down the Slytherin table trying to find a seat. Everywhere she found a space the students near it would move over so she couldn't sit down. Alcyone took the silent rejections with a nod of acknowledgement then moved on down the table nonchalantly, her head held high, even thought the entire student body was watching her.
"That's very rude, if she were a Gryffindor I would let her sit by me," Hermione said, angrily.
"Well she isn't, she was sorted into Slytherin, so she has to deal with it, and she is doing a bloody good job of it too," Ron said.
It was true, Slytherin was the least tolerant of the houses. They liked things to be their way and if it wasn't they handled it like two year olds. It was just unfortunate that Alcyone had to be sorted into the house that would be most immature about her being given the positions of power. Poor girl. Not that it mattered, she didn't seem to care in the slightest, on the contrary, she seemed to have this "If you knew the things I do, you would go insane" air about her, that allowed her to be detached from the cruel punishment she was enduring.
"Shh, watch," Harry said suddenly, interrupting his friend's discussion.
Alcyone had taken out her wand, all the students around her froze and moved to make room for her, scared to death. But Alcyone would have none of it, waving her wand in the air she spoke. "Wingardium Leveosa."
An empty plate rose into he air and an apple and two orange slices landed on top of it. Putting her wand carefully back inside her robes, she took the plate, walked back down the table and sat on the floor against a wall, biting into her apple.
Everyone, even the teachers stared at her in shock for like the millionth time that morning. Everyone except Dumbledore that is, he looked at her and smiled, and, as if she knew he was watching her, she looked up and smiled back, then resumed eating her breakfast.
Many of the Slytherins glared viciously at her for not running from the Hall crying because of their rudeness. In fact the only ones who didn't look disgusted were the old Head Girl, and Draco Malfoy. The seventh year looked dazed, as if still shaking off the affects of a spell, and Draco was smirking at her, in a good way, looking very impressed, though he quickly covered it.
"I don't believe it," Ron said dumbfoundedly, "She out-Slytherined the Slytherins." A smile appeared on his face.
"Maybe she wont be so bad after all," Hermione said a smirk playing on her features.