Disclaimer: Yes. I am secretly J.K. Rowling and I'm writing spin-off stories on where I will make no profit, as opposed to writing another book which will most likely be crappier than the last (as it usually goes) where I can make millions upon millions of dollars/pounds/yen/whatever-currency-you-want-to-put-it-in in merchandise. geez, you people have to be pretty stupid to believe me.
A/N: Hopefully this will be a longer chapter, filled with less crappiness.
THANKS TO THE ENTIRE 13 PEOPLE WHO REVIEWED!
mona - yeah it is old english for look and see/ing. you'll see why in this chapter.
without consent - i had never thought about the electric sparks as reference to magnetism, but it's an interesting concept.
BlueberryOrchidz - hehe, I got the name form mixing a whole bunch of other names together. She's not.. insane as such.. but mysterious, that she is. and update your darn story already!
Dream and White - mystery is a good thing... keeps people intrigued and wanting more ... or so i hope
. . . - thanks
anonymous - thank you.. and by the way.. were you the one who wrote all those really cool poems? if so, virginia woolf reckons you're female. true/false?
spammer - thanks for the compliment i guess
Linding - aloha linding. bulanthya is cool isnt she? she's me.. in my fantasy world.. i take it back, it's not mine, in this situation, it's msn. j.k. rowling's... see disclaimer says that already. charlie's angels? i think not, this girl is her own woman.
cedric - it's a fanfic, it's inevitable that some characters would be a bit out of character, if not a lot. and you can't actually say that they're out of character because you don't know them personally so you can't quite say what their character personalities are. and even then people are prone to change./ it's amusing to have some idiots in a fanfic. it's comic relief. and no she isnt a robotic freak/ i said she ISN'T a robotic freak. she need those comp chips for other reasons that will be revealed in the future, and maybe the guys were just obviously weaker than her, or she was way too cool and strong for them to handle. who says chicks cant kick guys arses? the memory thing is just apart of how she grew up. a well trained brain. and who knows, maybe she is looking for old voldy/you-know-who/he-who-must-not-be-named.
pixxie - thanks , and update/post more buffy or hp stories already!
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Four - So This Is What Hogwarts Is All About
She walked into the dungeon and everyone went silent. 'Oh God, not again' she thought as she took small steps towards Lavender and Parvarti's desk. They just looked away. She turned towards Malfoy's desk, but she soon realised it was already full.
"Miss Zeshawna. Would you like us to hold up the class while you find a seat?" Professor Snape inquired from behind her.
'So that's why they went quiet and turned to me. They weren't really looking at ME, but the professor. Better find a seat soon. He sounds strict.'
"Uh, no sir, I was just taking a seat" she choked, just before she slid into the seat next to Hermione.
"Good. Students, Today, and for the rest of this month,"
Everyone groaned at the word 'month'.
"We will be revising EVERYTHING you've learnt so far. From first year, to the present day. You will be working with a partner as usual, so hurry and pair up, before I do it for you. Keep in mind, you will be working with this person for a month."
There was a sudden rumble in the classroom as everyone tried to find someone to pair up with. Harry paired with Ron, and Hermione with Neville, so those three were out of the question, Crabbe and Goyle; an obvious pair as the same with Draco and Pansy.
Bulanthya soon found herself without a partner. Snape returned to the dungeon, expecting everyone to be paired up and ready, but found Bulanthya, sitting alone near the front of the class, looking at the chalkboard, dazed. There was obviously an odd amount of students since she had arrived.
"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Parkinson, would you be so kind as to welcome our new student, and forming a group of three? Miss Zeshawna, take a seat with the rest of your group."
Bulanthya picked up her things, and moved to where Draco and Pansy were sitting. Snape flicked his wand at the board and the name of a potion appeared. The students assumed they were meant to collect the ingredients on memory, as the ingredients list and method did not appear on the board as it normally did. Bulanthya got up and went to get the dried nettles, snake fangs, horned slugs and porcupine quills.
She remained silent, and seemed like she knew what she was doing.
"Slow down, we have another hour or so in this class left, if you finish before the time, what do you expect we do then? Extra homework?"
"Oh, I didn't realise. I'm just so used to working alone. Umm.. you guys can finish the potion, it is group work after all, I just usually finish work quickly so I can be excused from class to... I mean, so I can... I'll just slow down then shall I? Sorry Draco"
Draco was wondering what her possible reason to be excused from class could be.
"Oh, are you two on a first name basis now?" Pansy asked
"Don't you usually call everyone by their first name? I mean, I find it so rude being referred to as 'Zeshawna', Are you telling me he's usually called 'Malfoy'? Because that's just wierd"
"Oh, I see... Um, you know what you did yesterday, when you looked at me, what was that?" Pansy replied
"That was —"
"It's called Sçcan. What she does is Lôcian. It a power to search a person's mind to see what they would normally willingly share with others, and sometimes more. When someone builds a defensive 'wall' or barrier from Sçca's, a Sçca cannot read them. When a Sçca searches another Sçca, and they are unaware of each other's power, they see more than they would normally, like family secrets. The power of Sçcan is evident from birth in pureblood children only."
'What's he mean 'family secrets'? What does he know?? And does he think I'm a pureblood?? Oh no. What if this all comes out before I find him? I'm in trouble now...'
Bulanthya was unaware that Draco was reading her reaction while Pansy wondered about the whole mudblood/pureblood thing.
"But, you are aware, if you look in the right places, it is possible to buy that power, for the right price of course" Bulanthya retaliated her point.
"Yes, if you call several hundred galleons the right price" Draco said.
Draco slowly slid along his bench, edging closer to Bulanthya. She just looked back at him, trying to find his intentions in his eyes, but had no luck. He had formed a barrier to her power.
Draco slid his arm around Bulanthya's waist, and at first she struggled slightly, but when he tightened his grip on her and looked at her, she knew what was going on. He slid a note into robe pocket, before very slowly pulling his arm back.
They finished the potion at the same time as the rest of the class and then headed to their next class.
The library was empty due to the fact that everyone was at lunch, but people would be piling in soon enough, it was just a matter of ten, perhaps twenty minutes?
Bulanthya sat patiently, before getting bored and deciding to flick through the newspapers on the small coffee table in the centre of the well-placed sofas.
She wasn't exactly hidden as such, it wasn't as if she was in the back of the library in some dark corner somewhere, where she could have been. No, she was in an area that... well wasn't exactly open, but it wasn't secluded.
Residents of a Romanian muggle village are baffled after a farmer
found a hen egg, complete with shell, inside a duck egg.
The 80-year-old farmer is blaming his blind rooster for the situation.
"Obviously, this is just another case of young witches and wizards
misplacing their joke eggs," said Aragus Monoton, the wizard
in charge of the investigation. "It was probably the new crack-a-cracker
product that was recently released into the joke stores in the past week -
mainly Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes - that have taken the world by storm"
"There isn't much left to this incident, as the muggles have already decided
on the cause - and such a ridiculous cause at that."
Bulanthya sighed as she put the prophet down. Muggles don't do much for their own image. They make themselves out to be such intellectually challenged humans, especially in situations like this, but how else are they to explain it? They've no idea - well, no factual idea about magic —
"Yes, muggles are intellectually challenged, aren't they? and I would have to say the same applies to mudbloods, don't you agree Zeshawna ?" Draco drawled out the name, as to imply something, something Bulanthya had no clue about.
"No I do not agree. You know me. I'm indifferent to matters like that. So, what exactly did you ask me to meet you here for? Because I'm missing lunch for this"
"Yes, but you can always go to lunch once we're done here. I thought you were a patient person. That's what I saw in you earlier, so technically this is all an act. I must say, if I didn't know you any better - which I do - I would say you would make an incredible actress. So Zeshawna, why the act?"
"Must you call me by my last name Draco ?"
"No one ever calls me Draco, and you never quite gave me permission to call you Bulanthya. And besides, you still haven't answered the question"
"Fine, you have my permission... geez, is that how everyone around here acts? They feel the need to call someone by their name? And what act?!"
"No, just pureblood manners coming into play. And you know exactly what act. There's something about you, I'm sure what exactly, but I can sense it. You're lying about being a mudblood. Why would you do that? That just means you get looked down upon by all the people who matter. Why would you want that?"
Bulanthya panicked. What was she supposed to do? Tell him what was going on? She didn't know if she could trust him. Or if he could help her. Well, she knew he was trustworthy, she saw that in him, but she didn't know if he would help her. What was the point in telling someone if they couldn't or weren't willing to help you?
"Did you forget that I can hear your thoughts?"
"Shit"
"Your language shows what kind of person you are..." Draco taunted
"So do your eyes Draco. And your...shall we say.. summer activities?"
Draco breathed in deeply.
"That was just once! I didn't even want to do it... not really anyway... What would father think if he saw me now?"
"You care that much about what your family thinks?"
"I care that much about my family. Stop changing the subject. We're supposed to be talking about YOU and YOUR family"
By this time, people were slowing filling the library again, and both Bulanthya and Draco were hungry.
"Fine, I'll tell you... just not now. Right now, I want lunch. I'm leaving to eat. You coming?"
"Yeah sure. But you have to tell me"
"Curiosity killed the cat Draco"
"Do I look like a cat to you?"
"No... more like a ferret..." A grin spread across Bulanthya's face.
"Hey! That was ages ago! How much more are you going to use against me?"
"Only what I know" Bulanthya replied, still grinning.
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A/N: Sorry about the shottiness of this chapter, and sorry for how long it took to write and post. I've been busy.
The article about the Romanian village and the egg was true. it was in the news.
"Saturday September 25, 2004Residents of a Romanian village are baffled after a farmer found a hen egg, complete with shell, inside a duck egg. The 80-year-old farmer is blaming his blind rooster for the situation."
www. theage. com. au/oddspot/ but I'm not sure it'll be up later on.. you might have to look in archives or something...