Chapter 2: After Sorting

As Hermione half listened to the conversation that the boys were having about Quidditch, she looked up to see the new girl, Aingel she reminded herself, looking around confused. 'Poor thing, just moved here, can't understand us that well, and now she knows no one.'

"Hi, my name is Hermione Granger. This is Ron Weasly and Harry Potter. You're Aingel right?"

"Oh...um hello, my name is Aingel. It is nice to meet you Hermione, Ron and Harry."

Aingel heard Harry sigh in relief and looked strangely at him. Oh! He was the one who lived! Idiot, don't make a big mess now.

Trying to keep up the conversation she said, "It's been forever since I have been back in Europe. And now it seems like I am only visiting, not coming home."

"So you're not native Japanese?" Ron asked his curiosity piqued.

"No, I moved from Wales when I was two. I grew up speaking only Japanese so now I must try to relearn English."

"Oh."

"Why aren't you wearing the robes? The black pants and white top go with it, I guess, but shouldn't you be in uniform like us?" Harry asked.

"I didn't have time to change; I used a portkey into Hogsmade and walked here."

As they started to talk more and more, the food grew cold. None of the four were hungry; they were too focused on their conversation. When the topic switched to Quidditch, the boys discovered that Aingel had been the star beater of her school. Her school had played against other near by schools, not against itself. Just as Harry, the team caption, was telling her about the try-outs that were coming up, they heard a cold, sneering voice behind them.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Potty, Weasel, and Beaver trying to make little Miss. Foreign join their stupid little Dream Team?"

Aingel turned around. In front of her was a boy with stormy blue eyes and platinum blonde hair. He was a real bishonen, she thought. She wasn't aware that she had said that aloud till she noticed that Hermione was staring at her.

"What?"

"Um, how should I say this? You just called Mal-ferret a 'bishonen'...what does that mean?"

Aingel blushed and muttered, "Nothing, don't worry about it."

"Oh, is that some sort-of Japanese insult?"

"Shut up Malfoy," Ron snarled.

"Make me."

"Why you little," Ron was cut off as Aingel smoothly cut in.

"Well you might want to back off because some of us don't need only wands and fist to defend themselves."

"Already threatening me? Not a good idea and here I was trying to extend a helping hand." He gave a fake sigh, "oh well, there goes your chance."

"Oi, for a bishonen, you have a huge ego."

"You might want to teach your friend some manners Potter."

"Now, what is this?"

A Prefect was standing above them looking at them over glasses perched on a sharp nose. His lips were in a line as he glared at them. It was like he thought they were purposely insulting him.

"Oh, Mr. Prefect, it is nothing. Mal-Draco was just introducing himself to me. I am a new student you know."

"Well if that is all, Draco, stay at your own table from now on."

"Yes sir," Draco said sarcastically as he stalked off with his cloak billowing behind him as if he was Snape.

The Prefect gave one last stare at Aingel and her friends before walking back to the table he had come from and sitting down with his other haughty friends. The sixth years shrugged and went back to eating. By the time desserts had come out, they had gotten on the topic of Dances.

"Aingel, you have to let me help you out with your costume for the Halloween Dance!"

"Ok...."

"What about..."

"That's girls for you Ron," Harry commented as he watched with amusement as Ron gaped at the girls who were talking about something far in the year.

Hermione and Aingel both stopped talking and glared at Harry, who quaked with fear. He could stand Hermione, but two Hermione's? And Aingel seemed to be worse then Hermione! 'I better lay low': both boys thought simultaneously.