"This is a new transfer student from the Durmstrang Institute. Her name is
Damon Darkston." he stepped aside to reveal a pretty, short haired Asian.
She had dull, yet surprising green eyes and a short, slim figure, with a
semi pale face. She looked kind of grim without an expression on her face
yet. This was the Damon I knew. When she spotted me she seemed to perk up a
little. Soon Snape had left and everyone had returned to what they where
doing, everyone except Malfoy the goons and me.
"Anyung!" I cried.
"Anyung 'Lin. Long time no see" she replied with a smile. (Note: no she isn't Korean, Damon's Chinese, and Crystilin is, nether, she's just a creepy wannabee!!)
"You know each other?!" Malfoy inquired to both of us.
Damon gave him a cold look like, who-the-heck-are-you. He tinged pink, which I thought was hilarious. Draco the great, blushing over one of Damon's looks (though her facial expressions can get pretty scary...) Anyways after me giving him the, who-asked-you-to-talk look, I told her to bring her things and follow me. I led her up to the dormitories. While I was doing so, I thought about how I was right about her being sorted into Slytherin, like me. As soon as we had reached 'First Year: Girls' I led her in, over to the bed next to mine. She commented how she liked that we had four poster beds. She told me that at Durmstrang the bed's where bigger, but you didn't have the cool curtains to keep your privacy.
We talked until lunch-time. I took her to the Great Hall, to the Slytherin table. I explained that we each had our own tables and that you couldn't go sit at another table unless you wanted to look like a complete idiot. We finished lunch quickly. I decided, since I told Dean I would, to take Damon to meet him.
"Now, where are we going again? And when can I see my owl?" she questioned.
"Your owl is in the owlrey and we're goin' to see Dean" I replied
"Who's Dean again?"
"He's a boy I work with during the summer at my shop. I've known him for 'bout a year or two."
"Hmm..... Whatever."
We soon arrived out on the grounds. ("It's so warm in Britain") and we where off on the little adventure to find Dean and by-pass everybody else. It was quite difficult because Damon kept receiving stares from passerby. I imagined it must be annoying to be pretty. Finally we found him with Seamus and some other Gryffindors by the lake. One I recognized as the much talked about Harry Potter.
"Who're you?" Seamus asked with slight interest to Damon. She gave him a cold stare. She didn't like to answer people with stupid questions.
"This is Damon." I said to Dean, ignoring Seamus.
"Oh. So you're Damon. Name's Dean Thomas. Nice to meet you."
She noticed me staring at her so she responded.
"OK . . ."
The other Gryffindors seemed to be eying our every move like a hawk protecting its nest. It must be 'cause we're Slyhtherins. It knew in the back of my mind that being Dean's 'friend' was slowly, but surely ebbing out of the picture. I didn't really like the idea, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. . . . I told Damon about my thoughts about it being pointless to be friends with a Gryffindor. Then to my surprise, she asked why. I guess I was surprised because the Damon I used to know seemed to not care too much about anything. I answered though
"It just seems like the rivalry between our two houses, Slytherin and Griffindor are too great to stay 'friends', without causing an incident between the two." I said.
"It seems like there is already an incident," she replied. "I think you should keep what little friends you have. But, if he seems to turn cold to you, because of your house, then screw him."
"Fine"
We walked to the common room. When we arrived back in we sat down on one of the leather chairs. It was starting to get cooler in the dungeons.
"What where you doing mingling with those Gryffindors?" the annoying little brat called Malfoy asked.
"Why do you care? Plus don't stalk us. If we catch you doing so, then we might have to report it to the headmaster. But really, why do you care anyways, eh? Think you're missing out on something?" Damon replied, clearly annoyed with him. She obviously didn't like how the boy kept questioning us.
"Well . . ." he trailed off. "You shouldn't be anywhere near filth like the Gryffindors." he answered lamely.
"And how are the Gryffindors more filth then you?" I asked shrewdly. Yet again today he tinged pink. I couldn't help but crack up. Then I headed back up to the dormitories with Damon behind me.
"Wow. We sure are making friends" she commented sarcastically.
"I know" I replied.
Once we where in the dormitories, Damon finally asked who the boy was.
"His name is Draco Malfoy, the piece of crap." I answered.
"Hmm. He seems to show interest in us."
"More like you. I don't receive attention. But I don't mind though, it's fun to make him blush." I said evilly.
"Why do you say I'm the one getting attention." she asked in mock- hurt ness.
"Oh, lets see. Hmm. Maybe because you're the best looking girl out of all the Slytherins. And we're all the same age."
"Whatever" she answered annoyed.
We continued our little conversation until, before we knew it, it was dark out. So, we trudged into bed after changing into our pajamas.
Monday
I woke up early again. I was surprised to see that Damon was awake too. What is with us? We definitely wake up too early . . .
"What time do classes start? When is breakfast also?" Damon asked as soon as we had changed into the usual black Hogwarts robes.
"Soon." I answered to both of her questions.
We took our time walking down to breakfast. It was still early after all. When we arrived it wasn't too crowded the way we liked it. We ate breakfast and decided to go on back to the dungeons and make it quickly to our class. It was proved, later on, that my hunch about Damon having a head start in the classes was right. She could answer just about everything the teachers wanted. She especially excelled in potions. Though she didn't do to well in herboligy, which was a strange combination. This was how it was as the year went on. Me, working on getting orders of quiddich supplies done, getting my required B's. Damon, getting continuous amounts of attention from Draco. Dean, doing fine in his classes, from what I could tell...
On Halloween I was kind of bummed that we didn't get a break. But, we did get a feast at the end of the day. The feast was like the welcoming feast, when we first came to Hogwarts. The Great Hall was decorated wonderfully. There was jako-lanterns hanging in midair with candles in them, instead of the usual plain white candles. It was what you would call something you wouldn't want to forget. Well, that is until that pesky teacher came in the middle of the hall screaming that there was a troll in the dungeons. We had to evacuate. When the troll was finally slain (Dean told me that Harry Potter, one of his friends, had slain it) it was ttoo late to finish the feast. So that was a letdown.
At Christmas we did get a break. So I was happy. I went back home and spent Christmas with myself. Everyone had plans already. Cassie and Charels were way too busy. I sent out gifts to Damon, Dean, and Lain. Lain had became Damon and myself's friend. I could remember her saying that we were strange students.' A Ravenclaw and two Slytherins. How do we stand each other?' 'We don't' Damon had replied. . .
The rest of the year was pretty much pointless. At the end of the year it was said that Harry Potter did something important. The same thing occurred the next year, and the next. So, I find myself now getting ready to head on to my 4th year at Hogwarts. I am 14, and, sadly was placed on the quiddich teem along with Damon and Malfloy. . . I 'm the keeper.
(Note: this is when I get incorrect. Or change it around. What ever you prefer.)
Done Looking Back: ~~~ Crystilin's POV~~~~
"AIEE! Bloody crap! What happened to my ability to get up early . . . ACK" It's 9:00 am, but I was supposed to do a bunch of things earlier. . . . Note the supposed to. I'm glad that Damon is arround to help out. Where is Dean you ask? Heh. Well, in the third year he quit. He said that travaling had become dangerous with Sirus Black on the loose (DARN CONVICTED MURRDERER!! I had to teach Damon what I labored about and finaly was able to teach Dean!!). I personaly think it was just because we had faught the day before over our houses. It was just how Damon had predicted. . . . Anyways, I asked Damon if she could help out. The first thing she asked me was 'how much do I get paied?'. *Sigh* Why must we think, money, money, money, freind's money, money etc.? It's basicly just friend's money though, but that's not the point.
Since Sirus Black escaped, much to my annoyance the Ministrery of Magic had dementors patrol the stereets of Diagan Alley for him. They may do it after dark, but been the shop dosn't close early. I was supprised, after I dressed and all that Damon was already at the shop (OK I take back the whole money issue. Coming early was somthing Dean sure never did!).
"Well, your're up late" she sneered.
"Gimme' a break, we all have those days" I replied.
"Oh. The Hogwart's owls arrived. I haven't oppened mine yet. What do we need, the usual?" Damon asked as she handed my letter to me.
"Hmm . . pretty much" I said survaying the letter. "Hey! Wait a minute, it says at the bottom ' Dress robes will be required for a Hogwarts ball'" I groaned at the thought of such a ball. "Extra crap . . . . ."
"This sucks. I hope these dress robes don't cost much." Damon replied with an identical face as mine.
"The owls arrived late this year." I pointed out.
"Yea, I know. It's already August. I guess I'll send my owl back. Want me to send yours?" she said muffled as she ducked under the counter for some parchment.
"Yea, thanks"
We rushed to get the shop re - stocked. We had become more busy since I left for Hogwarts and the students knew that their fellow classmates ran this shop. Also since it was August and the Quddich Cup (I doubt this is accurate) was comming. This was our prime time since we sold lots of quiddich things. I sadly reconized a bunch of people that came in over break. Though I don't recal it as a break. Most of the students that came in where the reason I enjoyed summer break, you know staying away from them . . .
Cassie had gotten tickets for me to the Quddich Cup. After all, I had a great honor. I was specialy requested to make the Quiddich Cup. But, it's not as grand as it seems. I constantly have people breathing down my neck to make sure I finnish it on time. I already started on it earler on, though. It was requested to be the most magnificent thing I had made. I guess trusting a teanager to do somthing like this was not what the Ministrey wanted Ludo Bagman to do. It's made out of gold and some silver, and I think it's coming well.
Damon is great at making healing potions, (strange huh?). Since she works at my shop I'm letting her sell them. I think it's a good idea to sell the healing potions in a mainly themed quiddich shop.
Today, yet again I got another letter (I'm SOO glad they arn't sendin' howlers) from the Ministrey. I tell you, I'm on the virdge of sendin' a howler right to them tellin' them that they need to lay off.
"So are we going to the quiddich cup?"
"Anyung!" I cried.
"Anyung 'Lin. Long time no see" she replied with a smile. (Note: no she isn't Korean, Damon's Chinese, and Crystilin is, nether, she's just a creepy wannabee!!)
"You know each other?!" Malfoy inquired to both of us.
Damon gave him a cold look like, who-the-heck-are-you. He tinged pink, which I thought was hilarious. Draco the great, blushing over one of Damon's looks (though her facial expressions can get pretty scary...) Anyways after me giving him the, who-asked-you-to-talk look, I told her to bring her things and follow me. I led her up to the dormitories. While I was doing so, I thought about how I was right about her being sorted into Slytherin, like me. As soon as we had reached 'First Year: Girls' I led her in, over to the bed next to mine. She commented how she liked that we had four poster beds. She told me that at Durmstrang the bed's where bigger, but you didn't have the cool curtains to keep your privacy.
We talked until lunch-time. I took her to the Great Hall, to the Slytherin table. I explained that we each had our own tables and that you couldn't go sit at another table unless you wanted to look like a complete idiot. We finished lunch quickly. I decided, since I told Dean I would, to take Damon to meet him.
"Now, where are we going again? And when can I see my owl?" she questioned.
"Your owl is in the owlrey and we're goin' to see Dean" I replied
"Who's Dean again?"
"He's a boy I work with during the summer at my shop. I've known him for 'bout a year or two."
"Hmm..... Whatever."
We soon arrived out on the grounds. ("It's so warm in Britain") and we where off on the little adventure to find Dean and by-pass everybody else. It was quite difficult because Damon kept receiving stares from passerby. I imagined it must be annoying to be pretty. Finally we found him with Seamus and some other Gryffindors by the lake. One I recognized as the much talked about Harry Potter.
"Who're you?" Seamus asked with slight interest to Damon. She gave him a cold stare. She didn't like to answer people with stupid questions.
"This is Damon." I said to Dean, ignoring Seamus.
"Oh. So you're Damon. Name's Dean Thomas. Nice to meet you."
She noticed me staring at her so she responded.
"OK . . ."
The other Gryffindors seemed to be eying our every move like a hawk protecting its nest. It must be 'cause we're Slyhtherins. It knew in the back of my mind that being Dean's 'friend' was slowly, but surely ebbing out of the picture. I didn't really like the idea, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. . . . I told Damon about my thoughts about it being pointless to be friends with a Gryffindor. Then to my surprise, she asked why. I guess I was surprised because the Damon I used to know seemed to not care too much about anything. I answered though
"It just seems like the rivalry between our two houses, Slytherin and Griffindor are too great to stay 'friends', without causing an incident between the two." I said.
"It seems like there is already an incident," she replied. "I think you should keep what little friends you have. But, if he seems to turn cold to you, because of your house, then screw him."
"Fine"
We walked to the common room. When we arrived back in we sat down on one of the leather chairs. It was starting to get cooler in the dungeons.
"What where you doing mingling with those Gryffindors?" the annoying little brat called Malfoy asked.
"Why do you care? Plus don't stalk us. If we catch you doing so, then we might have to report it to the headmaster. But really, why do you care anyways, eh? Think you're missing out on something?" Damon replied, clearly annoyed with him. She obviously didn't like how the boy kept questioning us.
"Well . . ." he trailed off. "You shouldn't be anywhere near filth like the Gryffindors." he answered lamely.
"And how are the Gryffindors more filth then you?" I asked shrewdly. Yet again today he tinged pink. I couldn't help but crack up. Then I headed back up to the dormitories with Damon behind me.
"Wow. We sure are making friends" she commented sarcastically.
"I know" I replied.
Once we where in the dormitories, Damon finally asked who the boy was.
"His name is Draco Malfoy, the piece of crap." I answered.
"Hmm. He seems to show interest in us."
"More like you. I don't receive attention. But I don't mind though, it's fun to make him blush." I said evilly.
"Why do you say I'm the one getting attention." she asked in mock- hurt ness.
"Oh, lets see. Hmm. Maybe because you're the best looking girl out of all the Slytherins. And we're all the same age."
"Whatever" she answered annoyed.
We continued our little conversation until, before we knew it, it was dark out. So, we trudged into bed after changing into our pajamas.
Monday
I woke up early again. I was surprised to see that Damon was awake too. What is with us? We definitely wake up too early . . .
"What time do classes start? When is breakfast also?" Damon asked as soon as we had changed into the usual black Hogwarts robes.
"Soon." I answered to both of her questions.
We took our time walking down to breakfast. It was still early after all. When we arrived it wasn't too crowded the way we liked it. We ate breakfast and decided to go on back to the dungeons and make it quickly to our class. It was proved, later on, that my hunch about Damon having a head start in the classes was right. She could answer just about everything the teachers wanted. She especially excelled in potions. Though she didn't do to well in herboligy, which was a strange combination. This was how it was as the year went on. Me, working on getting orders of quiddich supplies done, getting my required B's. Damon, getting continuous amounts of attention from Draco. Dean, doing fine in his classes, from what I could tell...
On Halloween I was kind of bummed that we didn't get a break. But, we did get a feast at the end of the day. The feast was like the welcoming feast, when we first came to Hogwarts. The Great Hall was decorated wonderfully. There was jako-lanterns hanging in midair with candles in them, instead of the usual plain white candles. It was what you would call something you wouldn't want to forget. Well, that is until that pesky teacher came in the middle of the hall screaming that there was a troll in the dungeons. We had to evacuate. When the troll was finally slain (Dean told me that Harry Potter, one of his friends, had slain it) it was ttoo late to finish the feast. So that was a letdown.
At Christmas we did get a break. So I was happy. I went back home and spent Christmas with myself. Everyone had plans already. Cassie and Charels were way too busy. I sent out gifts to Damon, Dean, and Lain. Lain had became Damon and myself's friend. I could remember her saying that we were strange students.' A Ravenclaw and two Slytherins. How do we stand each other?' 'We don't' Damon had replied. . .
The rest of the year was pretty much pointless. At the end of the year it was said that Harry Potter did something important. The same thing occurred the next year, and the next. So, I find myself now getting ready to head on to my 4th year at Hogwarts. I am 14, and, sadly was placed on the quiddich teem along with Damon and Malfloy. . . I 'm the keeper.
(Note: this is when I get incorrect. Or change it around. What ever you prefer.)
Done Looking Back: ~~~ Crystilin's POV~~~~
"AIEE! Bloody crap! What happened to my ability to get up early . . . ACK" It's 9:00 am, but I was supposed to do a bunch of things earlier. . . . Note the supposed to. I'm glad that Damon is arround to help out. Where is Dean you ask? Heh. Well, in the third year he quit. He said that travaling had become dangerous with Sirus Black on the loose (DARN CONVICTED MURRDERER!! I had to teach Damon what I labored about and finaly was able to teach Dean!!). I personaly think it was just because we had faught the day before over our houses. It was just how Damon had predicted. . . . Anyways, I asked Damon if she could help out. The first thing she asked me was 'how much do I get paied?'. *Sigh* Why must we think, money, money, money, freind's money, money etc.? It's basicly just friend's money though, but that's not the point.
Since Sirus Black escaped, much to my annoyance the Ministrery of Magic had dementors patrol the stereets of Diagan Alley for him. They may do it after dark, but been the shop dosn't close early. I was supprised, after I dressed and all that Damon was already at the shop (OK I take back the whole money issue. Coming early was somthing Dean sure never did!).
"Well, your're up late" she sneered.
"Gimme' a break, we all have those days" I replied.
"Oh. The Hogwart's owls arrived. I haven't oppened mine yet. What do we need, the usual?" Damon asked as she handed my letter to me.
"Hmm . . pretty much" I said survaying the letter. "Hey! Wait a minute, it says at the bottom ' Dress robes will be required for a Hogwarts ball'" I groaned at the thought of such a ball. "Extra crap . . . . ."
"This sucks. I hope these dress robes don't cost much." Damon replied with an identical face as mine.
"The owls arrived late this year." I pointed out.
"Yea, I know. It's already August. I guess I'll send my owl back. Want me to send yours?" she said muffled as she ducked under the counter for some parchment.
"Yea, thanks"
We rushed to get the shop re - stocked. We had become more busy since I left for Hogwarts and the students knew that their fellow classmates ran this shop. Also since it was August and the Quddich Cup (I doubt this is accurate) was comming. This was our prime time since we sold lots of quiddich things. I sadly reconized a bunch of people that came in over break. Though I don't recal it as a break. Most of the students that came in where the reason I enjoyed summer break, you know staying away from them . . .
Cassie had gotten tickets for me to the Quddich Cup. After all, I had a great honor. I was specialy requested to make the Quiddich Cup. But, it's not as grand as it seems. I constantly have people breathing down my neck to make sure I finnish it on time. I already started on it earler on, though. It was requested to be the most magnificent thing I had made. I guess trusting a teanager to do somthing like this was not what the Ministrey wanted Ludo Bagman to do. It's made out of gold and some silver, and I think it's coming well.
Damon is great at making healing potions, (strange huh?). Since she works at my shop I'm letting her sell them. I think it's a good idea to sell the healing potions in a mainly themed quiddich shop.
Today, yet again I got another letter (I'm SOO glad they arn't sendin' howlers) from the Ministrey. I tell you, I'm on the virdge of sendin' a howler right to them tellin' them that they need to lay off.
"So are we going to the quiddich cup?"