Chapter Three
Joscelind slowly walked into the Great Hall for dinner.
In Herbology, she had managed to get sunburned, thanks to her pale complexion. In Transfiguration, she had managed to transfigure her raccoon into a cloak, the first one to accomplish it. Lily had mastered it only seconds later.
She was walking behind Mora and Gloria, listening half-heartedly to their delightful conversation.
" Divination was too easy." Mora admonished as she sat down at their table.
" It was not." Gloria protested. " Just because you come from a long line of Seers, doesn't mean that all of us can do it so easily."
" It isn't really that hard." Mora said as Joscelind sat down. " Why aren't you taking Divination, Josc?"
Joscelind took a full minute to calm down.
" I'm only good at palmistry." Joscelind coolly replied as she started on her roast beef. " Besides, I don't really like Divination anyway."
How many times had she answered this question at her aunt and uncle's manor?
Mora's jaw dropped, ruining her ever present beauty.
' Nonsense, Joscelind.' she scolded herself. ' You're just a pretty as Mora.'
" It's not polite to gape at people." Joscelind reprimanded as she swallowed her mouthful of mashed potatoes.
" Nor to talk with you mouth full."
Joscelind turned halfway on the wooden bench to see a pale, blonde-haired girl standing to her right.
She was none other than Narcissa Black, cousin to the arrogant Sirius Black, sister to Bellatrix Black, whom was in their grade, and Andromeda Black, whom was in the grade below theirs.
" Hullo, Narcissa." Mora said to the Slytherin fourth year.
It was well known that she was practically engaged to Lucius Malfoy, who was nineteen.
" Are you coming to the meeting?" Narcissa asked as she glared at Joscelind.
Joscelind smiled cheekily. She could care less of what Narcissa Black thought of her.
" Of course."
Narcissa seemed to be satisfied, thus leaving them and walking back to the Slytherin table.
" What meeting?" Joscelind asked suspiciously after Narcissa was out of earshot.
She sat her goblet of pumpkin juice down, careful not to spill any of it.
" Oh, it's just a study meeting. Ciao."
Mora got up and left them, following other students (mostly Slytherins) out of the Hall.
" Gloria. Spill."
" I honestly have no idea of what she's talking about."
Joscelind narrowed her eyes while grabbing her goblet. " Oh, alright."