Sar's mother had taken her to King's Cross station to board the Hogwarts
express. After hearing a long lecture about the effects Nymphs can have on
men, including professors, Sar finally managed to escape her mother's hold.
"Now remember, I don't want you to have any relations with your teachers. Even if you are failing! And please have pity on those poor boys. They're only wizards..." She blew into her handkerchief as if she was having her proudest moment.
Sar rolled her eyes. "Bye mom! I'll see you around Christmas. Or maybe Summer." She sped off in her thoughts. It had been two years since she sat on the stool and put the tattered hat on. Two years since she had heard its voice whisper...
"Great things in Ravenclaw...yes wonderful...but still some reservation. You're a smart girl, smart enough to know what you want, I presume. Auror you say? Well young girls with hearts of Aurors belong in... GRYIFFINDOR!"
Two years since he was eight and she was eleven. Two years since Dumbledore told her that she was to be his boulder. Yes, it had been two years of impatient waiting, but at last today was the first day of school for third year student, Sar Jentles, and first year student...Harry Potter.
It seemed she was the only one who done the proper arithmetic to figure he would be starting school this year. But there was so much more she had yet to find out.
She boarded the train, Hogwarts Express, and immediately caught sight of her flaming red-haired friends, Fred and George Weasly, twins who were in the same year as she.
"Hello!" she called sweetly in her American accent.
"'Ullo, Sar!" they called back. They sat with a boy who looked like... well.. a nervous, younger version of them, "Sar, this is our new revolting pet toad, Ron!"
"Hi..." he gulped, sounding as if he was going to cry.
"And this is Ron's new mate, Harry Potter!" they cried with great fanfare.
Her eyes flashed and met his. They did not flicker upward to see his scar. They didn't need to. 'He has Lily's eyes,' she thought. She quietly reached to her golden nymph and breathed in to get a glimpse of the eyes as she remembered them from so long ago.
Just at that moment a small girl came in with her nose in the air. "Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one."
"We've got one here!" said George referring to Ron.
"Yeah, it'll take a second to wipe off the slime, but he'll be as good as new in no time at all!" Fred offered, as Ron's ears turned red and he shot them a look of venom.
The girl ignored them, "Im Hermonie. And you..." she looked at Harry, "must be Harry Potter," she smiled affably. She looked to the rest as if they were beaneth Harry and her's status. "who are you lot?"
They all stated their names and how they knew one other, Ron being introduced as the family troll this time around. "Yes well, if you don't mind I'll be off," she finished.
George and Fred grinned from ear to ear, "Ahh the sweet arrogance of youth!" George laughed. "C'mon Sar. Fred and I will let you buy us some snacks from the trolley."
"Oh I can't wait," returned the nymph, "G'bye Ron and Harry," She didn't wanted to tell him, scream about everything, so him the necklace, but no. She wanted him to trust her first.
The three headed off, but not soon enough to overhear Ron say, "Wow, with a face like you can tell she's part Nymph! She came over during summer, and I heard her tell Fred and George about it!"
Fred shouted back from the hallway, "Oy! Ronnie boy! Just because she's a Nymph doesn't mean she's deaf!"
Sar laughed, envisioning the poor boy's face turning color. But then Ron returned from inside the car, "Well then I guess she can hear me tell Harry about how you two were ogling about her anytime she left the room!"
Now it was Fred and George's turn to turn slightly pink. "What can you say?" said George. "The boy has got imagination!"
Sar just laughed. She was used to being ogled. She was, after all, a very clever nymph.
"Now remember, I don't want you to have any relations with your teachers. Even if you are failing! And please have pity on those poor boys. They're only wizards..." She blew into her handkerchief as if she was having her proudest moment.
Sar rolled her eyes. "Bye mom! I'll see you around Christmas. Or maybe Summer." She sped off in her thoughts. It had been two years since she sat on the stool and put the tattered hat on. Two years since she had heard its voice whisper...
"Great things in Ravenclaw...yes wonderful...but still some reservation. You're a smart girl, smart enough to know what you want, I presume. Auror you say? Well young girls with hearts of Aurors belong in... GRYIFFINDOR!"
Two years since he was eight and she was eleven. Two years since Dumbledore told her that she was to be his boulder. Yes, it had been two years of impatient waiting, but at last today was the first day of school for third year student, Sar Jentles, and first year student...Harry Potter.
It seemed she was the only one who done the proper arithmetic to figure he would be starting school this year. But there was so much more she had yet to find out.
She boarded the train, Hogwarts Express, and immediately caught sight of her flaming red-haired friends, Fred and George Weasly, twins who were in the same year as she.
"Hello!" she called sweetly in her American accent.
"'Ullo, Sar!" they called back. They sat with a boy who looked like... well.. a nervous, younger version of them, "Sar, this is our new revolting pet toad, Ron!"
"Hi..." he gulped, sounding as if he was going to cry.
"And this is Ron's new mate, Harry Potter!" they cried with great fanfare.
Her eyes flashed and met his. They did not flicker upward to see his scar. They didn't need to. 'He has Lily's eyes,' she thought. She quietly reached to her golden nymph and breathed in to get a glimpse of the eyes as she remembered them from so long ago.
Just at that moment a small girl came in with her nose in the air. "Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one."
"We've got one here!" said George referring to Ron.
"Yeah, it'll take a second to wipe off the slime, but he'll be as good as new in no time at all!" Fred offered, as Ron's ears turned red and he shot them a look of venom.
The girl ignored them, "Im Hermonie. And you..." she looked at Harry, "must be Harry Potter," she smiled affably. She looked to the rest as if they were beaneth Harry and her's status. "who are you lot?"
They all stated their names and how they knew one other, Ron being introduced as the family troll this time around. "Yes well, if you don't mind I'll be off," she finished.
George and Fred grinned from ear to ear, "Ahh the sweet arrogance of youth!" George laughed. "C'mon Sar. Fred and I will let you buy us some snacks from the trolley."
"Oh I can't wait," returned the nymph, "G'bye Ron and Harry," She didn't wanted to tell him, scream about everything, so him the necklace, but no. She wanted him to trust her first.
The three headed off, but not soon enough to overhear Ron say, "Wow, with a face like you can tell she's part Nymph! She came over during summer, and I heard her tell Fred and George about it!"
Fred shouted back from the hallway, "Oy! Ronnie boy! Just because she's a Nymph doesn't mean she's deaf!"
Sar laughed, envisioning the poor boy's face turning color. But then Ron returned from inside the car, "Well then I guess she can hear me tell Harry about how you two were ogling about her anytime she left the room!"
Now it was Fred and George's turn to turn slightly pink. "What can you say?" said George. "The boy has got imagination!"
Sar just laughed. She was used to being ogled. She was, after all, a very clever nymph.