Draco stood in the doorway, his eyes moving from Harry to Ron, to
Hermione, and then landing on Amaya. She got up, and followed him out of
the compartment, closing the door behind her. This, of course, left Harry,
Ron, and Hermione quite confused.
"What just happened?" Ron asked.
"I - umm," Hermione was stumped. "I don't know."
Harry didn't say anything, he was in too much of a shock. Hermione lifted a book up to her head and began to read. Ron stared blankly at the door, and then changed the coversation to whatever Amaya might have meant by her last comment.
When Amaya re-entered the room, she was still talking to Draco.
"No, really." she said, "No problem what-so-ever. It'll all be taken care of, I promise. Okay?"
Draco nodded, "Alright."
"Good, talk to you later then."
Amaya closed the door, and went back to her seat, where she removed her book, muttered something, and continued reading. Her kneazle, while chasing strings, crashed into a wall, and then started running around again.
"Amaya," Ron said, "Do you mind if I ask you something?"
"You just did."
"I mean -"
"I know what you mean. What's up?"
"I was just wondering..."
"Yes?"
"What was that?"
"That," she replied, "Was Mischief crashing into a wall because she forgets to watch where she's going when she gets hyper."
"I think," Harry interrupted, "He meant why you were talking to Malfoy."
"Who? Draco? Please, he's harmless. It's just a whole 'family friend' thing."
"'Family friend' thing'"? Hermione asked.
"Yeah, my mom knew his dad, Lauwei knows his dad, his dad knows me, and so on and so on."
"You don't understand," Ron told her. "He's a Slytherin."
"Ummm, Okay..." Amaya replied slowly, slightly tilting her head to indicate that she didn't understand.
"You're a Gryffindor."
"Yes..." Her head was still tilted.
"Look," Hermione finally said. "The thing is, Slytherins and Gryffindors aren't exactly best of friends."
"Oh... kay..." - she paused, and lifted her head - "You people realize your making like no sense what-so-ever, right?"
"Let's try this again." Hermione sighed. "Slytherins and Gryffindors are basically opposites. It's just not right for them to be seen together. Let alone being friendly to one another."
"Really? Wow, who came up with that rule?"
"Well, I don't know. It's always been that way since the school was built."
"I still don't get it. But I think it makes sense." she shrugged. "Meh, oh well."
"Didn't you have different houses at your old school?" Ron asked.
"Well, kinda. But we were just separated by class, and even then only during spirit week."
"Spirit week?" "Uh huh. The first week of games. We had class competitions and stuff, and that was the only time where which year you were in mattered. Well, except towards the end of the year. All the seventh years got out a month earlier from the rest of us."
"So who makes up all the Quidditch teams?" Harry asked.
"Well, you see-"
"I though you played a different sport over there," Hermione interrupted.
"Well, yeah, we do. But after our first year, me and about 13 other people petitioned for Quidditch. Since there were enough people to form two teams, they had to let us play. After that, more people wanted to play, so we started a league and play for the championship each year."
"So who makes up all the teams?" Harry asked again.
"Everyone. Any seven people can form a team. We don't exactly have any neighboring schools to play anyway."
"What 'other sport'?" Harry asked.
"Quodpot."
"Quodpot? What's that?"
"Variation of Quidditch. Honestly, didn't you ever read Quidditch Through the Ages?"
"Yes."
"Did you read all of it?"
"No."
"There you go."
Just then Ginny opened the door, she was completely out of breath.
"You guys gotta come see this," she said. "Cho's about to duel Pansy!"
"What just happened?" Ron asked.
"I - umm," Hermione was stumped. "I don't know."
Harry didn't say anything, he was in too much of a shock. Hermione lifted a book up to her head and began to read. Ron stared blankly at the door, and then changed the coversation to whatever Amaya might have meant by her last comment.
When Amaya re-entered the room, she was still talking to Draco.
"No, really." she said, "No problem what-so-ever. It'll all be taken care of, I promise. Okay?"
Draco nodded, "Alright."
"Good, talk to you later then."
Amaya closed the door, and went back to her seat, where she removed her book, muttered something, and continued reading. Her kneazle, while chasing strings, crashed into a wall, and then started running around again.
"Amaya," Ron said, "Do you mind if I ask you something?"
"You just did."
"I mean -"
"I know what you mean. What's up?"
"I was just wondering..."
"Yes?"
"What was that?"
"That," she replied, "Was Mischief crashing into a wall because she forgets to watch where she's going when she gets hyper."
"I think," Harry interrupted, "He meant why you were talking to Malfoy."
"Who? Draco? Please, he's harmless. It's just a whole 'family friend' thing."
"'Family friend' thing'"? Hermione asked.
"Yeah, my mom knew his dad, Lauwei knows his dad, his dad knows me, and so on and so on."
"You don't understand," Ron told her. "He's a Slytherin."
"Ummm, Okay..." Amaya replied slowly, slightly tilting her head to indicate that she didn't understand.
"You're a Gryffindor."
"Yes..." Her head was still tilted.
"Look," Hermione finally said. "The thing is, Slytherins and Gryffindors aren't exactly best of friends."
"Oh... kay..." - she paused, and lifted her head - "You people realize your making like no sense what-so-ever, right?"
"Let's try this again." Hermione sighed. "Slytherins and Gryffindors are basically opposites. It's just not right for them to be seen together. Let alone being friendly to one another."
"Really? Wow, who came up with that rule?"
"Well, I don't know. It's always been that way since the school was built."
"I still don't get it. But I think it makes sense." she shrugged. "Meh, oh well."
"Didn't you have different houses at your old school?" Ron asked.
"Well, kinda. But we were just separated by class, and even then only during spirit week."
"Spirit week?" "Uh huh. The first week of games. We had class competitions and stuff, and that was the only time where which year you were in mattered. Well, except towards the end of the year. All the seventh years got out a month earlier from the rest of us."
"So who makes up all the Quidditch teams?" Harry asked.
"Well, you see-"
"I though you played a different sport over there," Hermione interrupted.
"Well, yeah, we do. But after our first year, me and about 13 other people petitioned for Quidditch. Since there were enough people to form two teams, they had to let us play. After that, more people wanted to play, so we started a league and play for the championship each year."
"So who makes up all the teams?" Harry asked again.
"Everyone. Any seven people can form a team. We don't exactly have any neighboring schools to play anyway."
"What 'other sport'?" Harry asked.
"Quodpot."
"Quodpot? What's that?"
"Variation of Quidditch. Honestly, didn't you ever read Quidditch Through the Ages?"
"Yes."
"Did you read all of it?"
"No."
"There you go."
Just then Ginny opened the door, she was completely out of breath.
"You guys gotta come see this," she said. "Cho's about to duel Pansy!"