A/N: Hey everyone! LOng time no write!LOL. I dont even know if that makes sense. Well, I still have writers block concerning Sophia and Vieara, so in you have ANY ideas, please email me and you could even help me write them! (if you'd like, that is!) Please help me, and especially the story, in any way you can. We both need all the help we can get.
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That Potions class was as bad as bad can get. Snape picked on them when they didn't know the answers, and made fun of them when they made a mistake. On the other hand, he treated the Slytherins, who they were taking classes with, quite differently. He especially seemed to favor Narcissa Malfoy.
Dumbledore raised his wand, which emitted a spray of purple sparks, from his position on the High Table on the first of October.
"I would like to introduce you all to Thalia Bronsworth. She is a new student, a first year, who arrived today due to some unfortunate circumstances. I'd like all of you to welcome her, the Hogwarts way. She has been sorted, and will join the Gryffindor table." He pointed to a girl who was standing near Professor McGonagall. Every single student in the Great Hall, even the Slytherins, stared.
She was beautiful. Tiny, skinny and short, with masses of thick, tight curls. They flowed down, pale blond, past her shoulders and to the middle of her back. She had sprinkled glitter on them, and whenever she moved they seemed alive and sparkling. Her eyes were sapphire blue, her skin bronzed slightly by the sun.
But it wasn't just her beauty. She seemed to glow, somehow. Her face wasn't doll-like, it was warm and friendly (and a bit nervous, at the moment). The Great Hall burst into applause. All the boys began whispering to each other and tried to catch Thalia's eye. There was only one person who seemed to be less than thrilled. Narcissa Malfoy.
Vieara spotted the look on Narcissa's face and nudged Sophia. They laughed. The young Malfoy seemed to loath the girl who had just ruined her reputation as the prettiest first year.
"May I sit here? A thin voice snapped the twins out of their laughter. They glanced up to see the new girl.
"Sure." Sophia nodded and Thalia sat next to her. Sophia noticed that she was wearing a thin silver cloak. "Aren't you hot with that cloak on?" She asked curiously.
"Um, no, not really." Thalia's cheeks rosied.
Sophia shrugged and returned to her breakfast.
"What's your name?" Thalia asked.
"Sophia Black. And that's my sister Vieara."
"Vieara?"
"Yeah. It means faith in Bulgarian." Vieara cut in.
"Oh, are you from Bulgaria?"
The twins nodded.
"I'm from Ireland. But we moved to Liverpool and I got accepted at Hogwarts."
"I've always wanted to go to Ireland. I've heard that it's real pretty there, all green and misty. And I've heard they've got tons of interesting creatures there. Fairies and elves and stuff."
Thalia looked away. "I suppose so."
Vieara wondered what she'd said wrong.
Slowly, Sophia became friends with Thalia. Best friends, actually, because Thalia was friends with everyone. Vieara, on the other hand, could never be seen without Angel. And both twins were often seen with the Weasly twins, playing jokes on everyone.
"Why is your last name Ivanova, and Sophia's Black?" Ginny asked Vieara.
"Because Ivanova is my mother's last name. I kept it. Sophia changed hers to Black when she found out who our father is. His last name is Black." Vieara answered, not quite looking at Ginny, with a note of finality in her tone. Ginny got the hint.
"I wonder why Thalia blushed when I asked her if she wasn't hot in that cloak of hers." Sophia whispered to her sister the next day, in Defense Against The Dark Arts. Professor Lockhart was babbling (more like bragging)about the time he'd defeated a mummy in less than fifteen minutes.
"Yeah. It's weird. And she looked uncomfortable when I mentioned Ireland and fairies and elves, didn't she?" Vieara added.
"And she never takes off that cloak. Like, ever! She only takes it off after pulling the drapes around her bed." Sophia whispered.
"Miss Black! Would you mind telling the class what exactly you're discussing?"
"Oh, she was just telling me how she admires your courage. You know, facing a mummy without a wand and all." Vieara said, smiling sweetly at Lockhart. Sophia pretended to look embarrassed, lowering her eyes and smiling slightly.
The class snickered, but Lockhart looked absolutely flattered. Vieara even dared to blow a bubble with her Droobles' Best Blowing Gum (in her favorite flavor, Bubbles'n Bats). And let me tell you, when Drooble says his gum blows best, he doesn't lie. Droobles' bubbles are as big as a human head. The good news is, that they don't pop often. The bad news is, that just then, it did.
And trust me, a teacher, even one as self-centered as Lockhart, notices if one of his pupils' face is covered in sticky black bubble gum. And so does the class. It was howling with laughter.
Vieara paused for a second, in thought. "well, I was going to pluck my eyebrows anyway." She announced, shrugging, with an impish grin. Then she raised her hand.
"May I be excused? Some gum seems to have found its way to my face."
"Don't" Thalia said with a smile. She took her wand off her desk, and pointed at Vieara's face. "Removius!"
The gum unstuck from her skin and hairs painlessly, and curled itself into a small ball in midair. The class stared at both girls, amazed.
"Thanks!" Vieara grinned. "I reallly have to learn that one!"
"Detention, Miss Black. No chewing gum in class." Professor Lockhart declared, clearly irritated by Thalia's little spell.
"Oh, Professor! But I was looking forward to reading your biography tonight! I'm so disappointed. I won't get a chance to find out about all of your heroic adventures." Vieara tried to save herself.
Lockhart actually bought it! His face softened and he smiled a bit.
"Well, well. No need to deny you of that pleasure." The class couldn't help but snicker again.
On Halloween, Ms. Norris was found Petrified. The twins agreed not to use their Double Trouble Guide just yet. It was much too dangerous.
Vieara's opinions of her father didn't alter. She hated him. For killing, for betraying, for . . . everything. Sophia, on the other hand, forgave him.
She tried to see his reasoning. She couldn't, but she forgave him anyway. She wrote to him, in the back of the notebook often, and loved how he answered. Always gentle, at the same time a bit strict, but with a sense of humor and mischief. He often asked about Vieara and their mother. She never said much, just that they were too busy to write.
He asked about Harry Potter too, once. Sophia was surprised.
I don't really know him. I've only seen him in the halls and in the common room. He's always with my friend Ginny's brother Ron and a girl named Heather or Hermione or something. She's a real know-it-all. And Harry seems, a little, well, self absorbed.
She wrote. She told him about Thalia and her secretive ways. How she never removed her cloak, how she avoided speaking about Ireland, how she was fascinated by creatures like banshees, mummies, and vampires. How she had some sort of secret meetings with someone. How she always wore a ton of glitter in her hair.
And she told him about Ginny. How pale she was. Jumpy and nervous.
A/N: Remember; IDEAS send to: smilerickybritney@yahoo.com
Luv ya'll! Hugs'n kisses! :)
That Potions class was as bad as bad can get. Snape picked on them when they didn't know the answers, and made fun of them when they made a mistake. On the other hand, he treated the Slytherins, who they were taking classes with, quite differently. He especially seemed to favor Narcissa Malfoy.
Dumbledore raised his wand, which emitted a spray of purple sparks, from his position on the High Table on the first of October.
"I would like to introduce you all to Thalia Bronsworth. She is a new student, a first year, who arrived today due to some unfortunate circumstances. I'd like all of you to welcome her, the Hogwarts way. She has been sorted, and will join the Gryffindor table." He pointed to a girl who was standing near Professor McGonagall. Every single student in the Great Hall, even the Slytherins, stared.
She was beautiful. Tiny, skinny and short, with masses of thick, tight curls. They flowed down, pale blond, past her shoulders and to the middle of her back. She had sprinkled glitter on them, and whenever she moved they seemed alive and sparkling. Her eyes were sapphire blue, her skin bronzed slightly by the sun.
But it wasn't just her beauty. She seemed to glow, somehow. Her face wasn't doll-like, it was warm and friendly (and a bit nervous, at the moment). The Great Hall burst into applause. All the boys began whispering to each other and tried to catch Thalia's eye. There was only one person who seemed to be less than thrilled. Narcissa Malfoy.
Vieara spotted the look on Narcissa's face and nudged Sophia. They laughed. The young Malfoy seemed to loath the girl who had just ruined her reputation as the prettiest first year.
"May I sit here? A thin voice snapped the twins out of their laughter. They glanced up to see the new girl.
"Sure." Sophia nodded and Thalia sat next to her. Sophia noticed that she was wearing a thin silver cloak. "Aren't you hot with that cloak on?" She asked curiously.
"Um, no, not really." Thalia's cheeks rosied.
Sophia shrugged and returned to her breakfast.
"What's your name?" Thalia asked.
"Sophia Black. And that's my sister Vieara."
"Vieara?"
"Yeah. It means faith in Bulgarian." Vieara cut in.
"Oh, are you from Bulgaria?"
The twins nodded.
"I'm from Ireland. But we moved to Liverpool and I got accepted at Hogwarts."
"I've always wanted to go to Ireland. I've heard that it's real pretty there, all green and misty. And I've heard they've got tons of interesting creatures there. Fairies and elves and stuff."
Thalia looked away. "I suppose so."
Vieara wondered what she'd said wrong.
Slowly, Sophia became friends with Thalia. Best friends, actually, because Thalia was friends with everyone. Vieara, on the other hand, could never be seen without Angel. And both twins were often seen with the Weasly twins, playing jokes on everyone.
"Why is your last name Ivanova, and Sophia's Black?" Ginny asked Vieara.
"Because Ivanova is my mother's last name. I kept it. Sophia changed hers to Black when she found out who our father is. His last name is Black." Vieara answered, not quite looking at Ginny, with a note of finality in her tone. Ginny got the hint.
"I wonder why Thalia blushed when I asked her if she wasn't hot in that cloak of hers." Sophia whispered to her sister the next day, in Defense Against The Dark Arts. Professor Lockhart was babbling (more like bragging)about the time he'd defeated a mummy in less than fifteen minutes.
"Yeah. It's weird. And she looked uncomfortable when I mentioned Ireland and fairies and elves, didn't she?" Vieara added.
"And she never takes off that cloak. Like, ever! She only takes it off after pulling the drapes around her bed." Sophia whispered.
"Miss Black! Would you mind telling the class what exactly you're discussing?"
"Oh, she was just telling me how she admires your courage. You know, facing a mummy without a wand and all." Vieara said, smiling sweetly at Lockhart. Sophia pretended to look embarrassed, lowering her eyes and smiling slightly.
The class snickered, but Lockhart looked absolutely flattered. Vieara even dared to blow a bubble with her Droobles' Best Blowing Gum (in her favorite flavor, Bubbles'n Bats). And let me tell you, when Drooble says his gum blows best, he doesn't lie. Droobles' bubbles are as big as a human head. The good news is, that they don't pop often. The bad news is, that just then, it did.
And trust me, a teacher, even one as self-centered as Lockhart, notices if one of his pupils' face is covered in sticky black bubble gum. And so does the class. It was howling with laughter.
Vieara paused for a second, in thought. "well, I was going to pluck my eyebrows anyway." She announced, shrugging, with an impish grin. Then she raised her hand.
"May I be excused? Some gum seems to have found its way to my face."
"Don't" Thalia said with a smile. She took her wand off her desk, and pointed at Vieara's face. "Removius!"
The gum unstuck from her skin and hairs painlessly, and curled itself into a small ball in midair. The class stared at both girls, amazed.
"Thanks!" Vieara grinned. "I reallly have to learn that one!"
"Detention, Miss Black. No chewing gum in class." Professor Lockhart declared, clearly irritated by Thalia's little spell.
"Oh, Professor! But I was looking forward to reading your biography tonight! I'm so disappointed. I won't get a chance to find out about all of your heroic adventures." Vieara tried to save herself.
Lockhart actually bought it! His face softened and he smiled a bit.
"Well, well. No need to deny you of that pleasure." The class couldn't help but snicker again.
On Halloween, Ms. Norris was found Petrified. The twins agreed not to use their Double Trouble Guide just yet. It was much too dangerous.
Vieara's opinions of her father didn't alter. She hated him. For killing, for betraying, for . . . everything. Sophia, on the other hand, forgave him.
She tried to see his reasoning. She couldn't, but she forgave him anyway. She wrote to him, in the back of the notebook often, and loved how he answered. Always gentle, at the same time a bit strict, but with a sense of humor and mischief. He often asked about Vieara and their mother. She never said much, just that they were too busy to write.
He asked about Harry Potter too, once. Sophia was surprised.
I don't really know him. I've only seen him in the halls and in the common room. He's always with my friend Ginny's brother Ron and a girl named Heather or Hermione or something. She's a real know-it-all. And Harry seems, a little, well, self absorbed.
She wrote. She told him about Thalia and her secretive ways. How she never removed her cloak, how she avoided speaking about Ireland, how she was fascinated by creatures like banshees, mummies, and vampires. How she had some sort of secret meetings with someone. How she always wore a ton of glitter in her hair.
And she told him about Ginny. How pale she was. Jumpy and nervous.
A/N: Remember; IDEAS send to: smilerickybritney@yahoo.com