"Hey Erin, do you really have the inner sight?" Neville asked. Many
students seated around her at dinner chose that moment to glance over at
the lovely centerpiece right by Erin's head. Erin hoped. But doubted. "I
don't know, Nev. I mean, Trelawney believes it, but look what else the
woman believes. Just because my eyes happen to be a particular color,
doesn't mean there's anything special about me, right?" Hermione looked at
Erin skeptically.
"Oh, sure." Ron assured her, trying not to smile. "I mean, there must be loads of muggles walking around with deep violet eyes..." he turned to look her in the organs he had been describing, "eyes deep and mysterious as- -"
Ginny cleared her throat rather loudly, and Ron looked startled. Erin suddenly noticed the intricacies in the terrain of her pudding, growing a little red in the face as she did so. Ron mustered a feeble smile and asked Hermione what their homework for charms was.
"Oh honestly, Ron, I can't always be bailing you out, you know." Then Hermione's face reddened as well, as the ambiguity of her statement occurred to her. "...in school matters. I mean, you have to do your own work... homework! You have to do your own homework!" Those still following the conversation (Harry and Ginny; Neville was talking with Dean about the Slytherin offensive lineup) gaped at her. She made a face remarkably like McGonagall, and turned her attention back to her food.
Harry grinned at Ginny "Well, what do you know. Even Hermione isn't completely clueless." Ginny smiled slyly back. Hermione sniffed, then, noticing Harry and Ginny's telltale look, tutted without really meaning it. Giving up conversation as a medium useless when lovey-dovey couples were around, she glanced at Harry's and Ginny's faces, and her mouth twitched. Her gaze settled on Ron, and she swallowed once and left.
After dinner, Draco seemed to have decided to try his luck again.
"So, muggle," she turned, acknowledging the greeting as legitimate rather than let it take on a pejorative meaning. "Trelawney's favorite, eh? Too bad you couldn't catch the eye of any decent teacher. You know, anyone who isn't a total nutter." Crabbe and Goyle, standing behind him, guffawed.
"You're right Draco, as always. Maybe I should try being nice to my teachers instead of earning my grades." She chewed her lip, pretending to consider. "It seems to be working out well for you; thanks for the tip!" she added brightly. She walked past him, Ron chortling as he followed her.
"Hah!" Ron said happily, once Malfoy was out of earshot. "I'll bet he wishes he could obliviate that one right out of history!" She frowned, turning to face him.
"Obliviate? Is that a word?" Ron frowned.
"Uh, it's a spell. A memory charm." Erin's face grew intense.
"Is that what they use on muggles?"
"Well, I don't know, there might be something more powerful, but probably, yeah. Why? You're still here, aren't you?" Erin let out her breath.
"Yeah, you're right." She said. "Just sounded a little familiar, that's all. Déjà vu." She forced a smile.
A/N: A review for this story... I think I'm dizzy. Truly, I've had quite a bit of this story written for some time, so I'll be adding chapters pretty much whenever I want for awhile.
"Oh, sure." Ron assured her, trying not to smile. "I mean, there must be loads of muggles walking around with deep violet eyes..." he turned to look her in the organs he had been describing, "eyes deep and mysterious as- -"
Ginny cleared her throat rather loudly, and Ron looked startled. Erin suddenly noticed the intricacies in the terrain of her pudding, growing a little red in the face as she did so. Ron mustered a feeble smile and asked Hermione what their homework for charms was.
"Oh honestly, Ron, I can't always be bailing you out, you know." Then Hermione's face reddened as well, as the ambiguity of her statement occurred to her. "...in school matters. I mean, you have to do your own work... homework! You have to do your own homework!" Those still following the conversation (Harry and Ginny; Neville was talking with Dean about the Slytherin offensive lineup) gaped at her. She made a face remarkably like McGonagall, and turned her attention back to her food.
Harry grinned at Ginny "Well, what do you know. Even Hermione isn't completely clueless." Ginny smiled slyly back. Hermione sniffed, then, noticing Harry and Ginny's telltale look, tutted without really meaning it. Giving up conversation as a medium useless when lovey-dovey couples were around, she glanced at Harry's and Ginny's faces, and her mouth twitched. Her gaze settled on Ron, and she swallowed once and left.
After dinner, Draco seemed to have decided to try his luck again.
"So, muggle," she turned, acknowledging the greeting as legitimate rather than let it take on a pejorative meaning. "Trelawney's favorite, eh? Too bad you couldn't catch the eye of any decent teacher. You know, anyone who isn't a total nutter." Crabbe and Goyle, standing behind him, guffawed.
"You're right Draco, as always. Maybe I should try being nice to my teachers instead of earning my grades." She chewed her lip, pretending to consider. "It seems to be working out well for you; thanks for the tip!" she added brightly. She walked past him, Ron chortling as he followed her.
"Hah!" Ron said happily, once Malfoy was out of earshot. "I'll bet he wishes he could obliviate that one right out of history!" She frowned, turning to face him.
"Obliviate? Is that a word?" Ron frowned.
"Uh, it's a spell. A memory charm." Erin's face grew intense.
"Is that what they use on muggles?"
"Well, I don't know, there might be something more powerful, but probably, yeah. Why? You're still here, aren't you?" Erin let out her breath.
"Yeah, you're right." She said. "Just sounded a little familiar, that's all. Déjà vu." She forced a smile.
A/N: A review for this story... I think I'm dizzy. Truly, I've had quite a bit of this story written for some time, so I'll be adding chapters pretty much whenever I want for awhile.