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May E: Answers to your more questions

I would have thought Lita would have gone to Gryffindor because of her strength and courage and loyalty to her friends. But where you put her is cool.

Yes, I know. Gryffindor does suit her as well. Hufflepuff and Gryffindor are kind of similar. Both are courageous. Hufflepuffs are loyal and honest and as she's so protective and honest, thought she'd be good for Hufflepuff. She falls for Cedric Diggory and she makes him a Japanese dinner in the Hufflepuff Common room. Cedric Diggory becomes an example and a hero to her after he dies.
So are Raye's dreams a hint of things to come. I ask cause I'm starting to see a pattern. Her dream predicted her wand now her house, will this pattern hold up thru-out the story. Yeah, there is a pattern. Actually, I wasn't planning on putting so much information with the snakes. It came kind of suddenly and I just sort of went with it. What she doesn't understand though is the dragon and phoenix thing. She thinks it has to do when she got her wand but there's more to it than that.

I've seen some of the manga and I've never seen Raye with a snake attack. A firebird attack but that's it. Yeah, I read about it on Fire Senshi's realm. She only used it to attack Cooan/Catsy. It's probably the only time she used it which is pretty sad because I would love to see it!
will the other scouts have to worry about Raye being tempted to give in to darkness thru her house? Yeah a little bit. They kind of understand that someone has to get 'inside information' from Slytherin but they are still concerned that she may get corrupted by the Slytherins or something.

or will she be strong enough to stand up against them. Yeah, she's strong enough but she does a heck of a good job acting like a Slytherin—which kind of worries her friends.

so you said she going to become a spy, will it be for her friends or for her house? For her friends. For example, when Harry's picked she tells them what all the Slytherins thinks and suggest one of them may have put it in to make Harry look bad.

how will the scouts react to seeing themselves in the paper? They knew it would be coming but they are surprised at Rita writes about them.

How will the trio respond to seeing it? They wonder who the scouts may have been and how they got there. will they try to research the scouts? No.

I liked what you did with Rita. Got what she deserved! Thanks! She gets on my nerves!

Will Ms. Indigo be suspicious of her old partner? She will be when she hears about him using the imperious curse on the students. We don't know if Dumbledore really wanted them to know what it feels like or not, do we? Maybe Dumbledore does but how could an Auror be so good at casting it?

Will she tell the scouts to keep an eye out? She doesn't suspect that he's been doubled or anything so she's in the dark as everyone else at the moment. She does continuously tell the girls to pay attention to their DADA lessons, which they do. And Raye (thanks to her psychic ability) feels that this Moody isn't the Moody Madame Indigo told them about, only she gets the prompting way too late in the story.

Sailor Witches 17

House Guests

I do not own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter. Lydia, Lucky and Madame Indigo are my characters.

Serena couldn't sleep with all the cheering as the first years were being sorted into their houses so she stayed awake and cheered when new Gryffindors joined the table. The boy who fell in the lake that Lydia attempted saving ran excitedly to the Gryffindor table and sat next to who could only be his older brother.

"Colin," he said, "I fell in! It was brilliant! She was going to save me but something already pushed me back in!" He pointed to Lydia who had her chin cupped into her hand. "Thanks, by the way!"

"You're welcome," she mumbled, squeezing the water from her damp braids. "Just be careful around water, okay?"

Colin told his kid brother about the squid and pointed at Harry and telling him about The-Boy-Who-Lived.

"So the hat does this every year?" Serena asked Parvarti Patil.

"Yeah," Parvarti replied.

Serena looked at the doors. "So when will they bring the food in?"

"Oh, it will just appear on the plates," Parvarti told her.

"No way!" she exclaimed. "That's cool!"

"Now, Ron," a ghost bobbing by the Gryffindor table said, "the Sorting's much more important than food."

"How many sortings have you seen?" Lydia asked the ghost.

"Oh let me think," said Nearly Headless Nick, counting his transparent fingers as his face scrunched in thought. "I was killed on October 31 1492 and became the ghost for Gryffindor house in…when was it…? School year of 1494 so…counting this one here it would be a total of five hundred sortings and I've enjoyed each one."

"Wow."

The sorting ended as Kevin Witby hurried to the Hufflepuff table. Professor McGonagall took the stool and hat.

"This is it," Serena said excitedly. "This is it."

"I have only two words for you," Dumbledore began. "Tuck in."

Serena couldn't believe it when the once empty golden platters filled with delicious food. She didn't know which to start with first so she started grabbing bits of each. Mina was very excited to see English dishes again and excitedly told Lita bout them.

"Oh wow!" Mina cried. "Bangers and Mash!"

"Huh?" Lita asked as she studied the foods.

"Bangers and Mash!" Mina told her, pointing at the sausages followed by mash potatoes, "Bangers…that's sausages…and mash…mashed potatoes. See?"

"Why don't they just call them what they are?" Lita inquired.

"Toad in the hole!" Mina exclaimed. "My favorite!"

"I don't see any toads!" Lita grunted, looking over the table.

"No, Lita, not toads," Mina said as she pushed a plate of sausages in a pastry. "Toad in the hole…see, the sausage is the toad and the hole is the pastry!"

Lita raised her eyebrow as she began cutting her roasted potatoes.

"I don't believe it!" Mina gasped, "Bubble and Squeak!"

"What?" Lita's roasted potato flew from her fork. "What the heck is that?"

Mina pointed to a plate of mashed potato, cooked cabbage and beef. "Bubble and Squeak."

"Why do they call it bubble and squeak for?" Lita demanded.

"I don' k now," Mina shrugged, " I guess because it makes you bubble and squeak."

At that, Lita choked on her potato.

"Ooh, orange squash!" Mina poured herself a glass of pumpkin juice and took a giant swig. But it tasted nothing like what she expected and she sprayed the table of it. Lita tried suppressing her giggles into her napkin.

"What the heck is this?" Mina squeaked, wiping her mouth.

"Pumpkin juice," Cedric told her softly.

"Nice."

Lita picked up a Yorkshire pudding and looked at Cedric. "What's this?"

"Yorkshire pudding," he replied. "Goes really nice with roast beef."

As Raye looked over the golden platters and trying to decide what to try first, Draco Malfoy was asking her questions about herself.

"So, what school you went to?" he inquired with a smile.

"Um," Raye mumbled, without thinking," Crossroads Junior High."

He furrowed his pale blond eyebrows. "Sounds like a muggle school."

"No, not that one!" she said quickly, turning to him. "That was the muggle school—haha! No, I hated that place…I went to, um," she racked her brain for an idea. She thought of the temple. "Cherry Hill Tem—Academy. Yeah, Cherry Hill Academy. My grandfather owns it."

"Ah," he whispered. "Never heard of it. My dad's a school governor. He'd know."

"It's in Japan," she said quickly. "Ever been there?"

"No," he said, "what's it like?"

"Beautiful."

"I'm sure it is," he drawled. "Your school, I mean. Do they teach the dark arts there?"

Raye dropped a spoonful of potatoes on her plate. What would her grandfather think if he found out she said they taught dark arts in the shrine?

"No," she said.

"Shame," said Draco. "Neither does Hogwarts. So your grandfather owns the school then?"

"Yeah."

"Why are you here?" Draco inquired. "Long way from home."

"Well, I told my grandfather I wanted to study abroad," she lied. "So he told me Hogwarts would be best."

"Hogwarts?" he smirked. "he should've sent you to Durmstrang."

"Why?"

"They teach the Dark Arts there," he replied. "Have you heard of it?"

"Well, I think I've heard the name," she said.

"My father wanted to send me there," Draco continued, not bothering to eat. "Because they teach the Dark Arts but my mother said it was too far from home." He looked extremely disappointed.

"Your family's interested in the Dark Arts then?" Raye asked.

"Oh yes," Draco grinned proudly. "The whole Malfoy clan."

"Interesting," Raye said through a fake smile and started to eat, though she had lost her appetite. 'Raye, you chose this house so you may as well deal with it.' She told herself mentally. 'Remember that poltergeist won't bother you now that the Bloody Baron is the house ghost and the potions master is your teacher—you wouldn't have to worry about failing. And this may be the only way to find out what your dream is about. Someone has to be in this house so it might as well be you so deal with it!'

She cleared her throat as she started cutting her roast beef, "Well, enough about me—what about you?"
"So Ami, where are you from?" Padma inquired.

"Japan," Ami replied.

"Are you related Yasashiku Mizuno by any chance?"asked a pretty oriental girl.

"Yeah," Ami answered, "he's…he's my dad."

"He is?" she asked, intrigued. "I love his book illustrations."

"Thanks."

"I'm Cho Chang, by the way."

"Nice to meet you." Ami said.

After the students had their main courses the golden plates were full with an assortment of puddings.

"I haven't had this in years," said Mina as she placed a piece of sponge cake with raisins on her plate.

"What is it?" Lita inquired.

"Spotted dick," Mina replied.

Lita looked disgusted. "Sp-spotted dick?"

"It's really nice with custard," Mina smiled, drizzling it with custard. "You know, Lita—when you become a chef—you should try making some of this stuff."

"And people think Japanese food is weird," Lita muttered under her breath as she cut herself a piece of rhubarb and apple crumble.

Serena wasn't sure which desert to have so she had a little bit of everything. Too full, she put her head on her arm and fell asleep with only having two bites left. Seeing this, Ron reached over and grabbed the plate.

"Ron," Hermione muttered.

"Can't let it go to waste, can we?" Ron inquired. "After the house elves worked so hard to make it!"

Everyone else were feeling drowsy when they were finished eating once Dumbledore got to his feet. "Now that we are all fed and watered," Professor Dumbledore said. "I must once more, ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices."

"Mr. Filch, our caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has extended to include Screaming yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and ever bashing boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it."

"Damn," Lydia muttered.

He continued to talk about the rules and regulations and the cancellation of the Quidditch Cup for that year.

The Quidditch players from all houses moaned in disappointment (except for Draco who already knew) as Dumbledore went on.

"I have great pleasure in announcing that this year in Hogwarts --,"

Dumbledore was interrupted but not from a student. The doors of the great hall opened and a man stood in the doorway. The man took down his hood and people gasped. Something about him looked really creepy. He had long dark gray and unkempt hair. Mina, Lita, Ami and Raye exchanged glances as if they were deciding whether to run out, transform and take the man down or something.

Lydia nudged Serena awake. Serena muttered something about the jewelry store and sat up. She gasped when she saw the man in the doorway.

"Who's that?" she asked Lydia.

"No idea," Lydia replied.

Everyone stared at the man as he started walking through the great hall. Raye kept getting strange vibes from him. She stood up and clenched the table. Draco looked up at her as if she lost her mind.

'Should I do something?' she thought, looking at her friends. They looked just as confused. If he was an intruder, Dumbledore would've done something the moment he came in.

"He's got a wooden leg," Mina whispered to Lita as the man walked up to the table.

"I wonder who he is," Lita said.

But they were more thrown when there was another flash of lightning outside the window. They saw scars on his face, and the missing chunk from his nose and the magical eye. Raye gasped and sat down abruptly.

"What's with you?" Draco demanded.

"His face," Raye muttered. "What happened to him?"

"Those are mementos of his Death Eater battles," Draco said smugly. "He's used to be an Auror."

When the man sat down and began munching on sausages, after sniffing it, Dumbledore turned to the students.

"May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" he said. "Professor Moody."

The crowd did not give any applause. Some talked amongst themselves. Serena and her friends looked at each other in disbelief.

"That can't be the same cute guy Madame Indigo showed us," she said to Lydia, "can it?"

"I—I don't know," Lydia said in shock.

"What happened to the man we saw in the picture?" Mina inquired. "I mean, I know he would've been older but he had normal eyes…and he didn't have a wooden leg." She added when she saw the wooden leg.

"Well, Madame Indigo did say he didn't look the same," Lita said, her face white. "And he's been in some fights but I never would've though that—that he'd be like this."

"As I was saying," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

Everyone was able to settle down at this news. Fred assumed vocally that he had to be joking. Dumbledore chortled and began to tell a real joke, when McGonagall cleared her throat.

"Remind me to ask Dumbledore what the joke was," Serena said to Lydia.

"Uh, okay," said Lydia.

"Er—but maybe this is not the time…no," Dumbledore looked flustered for a moment, "where was I? Ah, yes, the Triwizard Tournament…well, some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely.

"The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beaxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities--until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued. There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament. None of which has been very successful. However, our own departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger.

"The Heads of Beaxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short listed contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money."

"You should go for it, Mina," Lita said to Mina. "I think we all should."

"Shh!" hissed a girl with blond pigtails a few seats away.

"Sorry!" Lita whispered.

"Eager though I know you all will be to bring the Triwizard cup to Hogwarts, the Heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only those over the age of seventeen, may participate. Beaxbatons and Durmstrang shall arrive in October and will remain with us for the rest of the year. I know you will give your greatest courtesy to our guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!"

"Never mind," Lita mumbled.

"We've got to have a scout meeting," Mina muttered, turning in her seat and hissing at Serena. "Serena, Lydia, get Ami and Raye!"

Mina wasn't the only one who thought having a scout meeting was important. As Ami approached the Slytherin table, Draco turned to Raye. But Raye was looking at the eager expression in Ami's eyes.

"I already know where the house is," Raye said quickly, "it's in the dungeons."

"How'd you know if you've never been to Hogwarts?" he asked.

Raye bit her lip. She didn't have time to explain her dream nor think up a lie. "I just have to talk to my friends really quick." She turned and went to Ami.

"Well, I'll wait for you then," Draco said after her as Pansy took his arm.

"Draco, the Triwizard Tournament will be here," she squealed, "isn't that great?"

"Yeah…" he mumbled, his eyes on Raye.

"Too bad you can't enter," she beamed. "You'd be great."

But he was too busy watching Raye to hear a word she was saying. He couldn't explain it, but the moment he saw her, he saw and felt some kind of fire.

"That can't be the same Alastor Moody Madame Indigo told us," said Mina. "And we've got to talk about the tournament."

"We already can't enter," Lita told her.

"What about the fact we're all in different houses?" Ami inquired, looking up at the remaining Ravenclaws hanging in the hall. "How are we supposed to talk?"

"Cedric Diggory told me that Hufflepuff and Gryffindor have Herbology together," Lita said. "So we can talk then."

"And Slytherin and Gryffindor in potions," added Raye. "But I might get some weird looks if I'm talking to you. I already am." She glanced over her shoulder.

"Yeah, why are you in Slytherin anyway?" Serena demanded.

"Shut up, Serena!" Raye snapped, turning her head around. She lowered her voice. "That Draco guy is staring at me."

"We'll talk about this later," Lydia said. "I'll write a letter to Madame Indigo about Moody and send it first thing in the morning. Once I find out where the owlery is…"

"Good idea," said Mina. "See you guys tomorrow."

As they were about to leave, Dumbledore approached them with Mad Eye. "Ah, you're the new students," Dumbledore smiled. "Maura Indigo told me so much about you. I'm sure she told you about her old Auror partner."

"Yeah," said Lydia.

Moody didn't say anything but nodded.

"Professor Dumbledore," Ami began, "we did the essays you asked us."

"They get wet on the way here?" he asked. "It's all right if they did."

"Mine's in my trunk," Ami replied, "but when do you want them?"

"You can give them to me tomorrow morning at breakfast," he answered. "Now, you had better be off and find your houses, assuming no one left you behind."

"I'm kind of wishing mine did get all wet," Lita said to Mina as they walked out of the great hall where Ernie Macmillan waited for them to show them the way.

"Thanks for waiting for us, Ernie," Mina smiled.

"That's all right," Ernie said. "I hope you're excited to be in Hufflepuff and to be starting Hogwarts this year--," he went on as he led the girls to Hufflepuff house.

Draco managed to lose Pansy by lying about putting a present in her trunk while on the train and if she left now she could go and get it. She was leaving the Great Hall as Raye walked up to him. He watched her closely with crossed arms.

"What was that about?" he inquired.

"Er, um," she whispered, "nothing really…just discussing our transferring plans."

"I see," Draco replied.

"Thanks for waiting for me, by the way," Raye said. "Which way to the dungeons actually?"

"Oh, I'll show you," Draco said, turning on his heel and exiting out the doors with Raye right behind him.

--

The Fat Friar bobbed merrily above the Hufflepuff students. "Hello there!" he said to Mina and Lita. "I've never seen you here before."

"Transfer students," Lita told him.

"Well then," he said ever so happily, "welcome to Hufflepuff!"

"Thanks."

Ernie led them down a corridor where there was a painting of large oak tree. He stopped in front of it and Mina and Lita exchanged glances.

"Astragalus," he said.

Squeaking chipmunks ran down the tree as the portrait swung open and they entered. The Hufflepuff Common room was rather quaint and cozy. It was well lit with yellow and black hangings, soft furniture and the people in the pictures were all smiling.

"Wow," Mina mumbled.

"Girls dormitory on your right," said Ernie.

They walked into their dormitory and Lita jumped and fell flat on her bed. "I love this place already!"

--

Ami followed Padma and the other Ravenclaws to the sixth floor to the west side of the castle. When they got to the end of the hall, they came to a dead end of bare wall.

"Hagalaz," said a sixth year.

Ami watched in amazement as the wall went slightly transparent and they began to walk through, like the wall to get on nine and three quarters. She followed them inside and found herself in a circular room decorated in blue and bronze.

"Here you can do just about whatever you want," Padma explained as they walked to the girls' dormitory. "Was your school like this?"

"No," Ami breathed, "no where near. Do you know what our schedules are?"

"Professor Flitwick will give them out tomorrow morning," she replied.

Ami found her trunk sitting next to her bed. She, opened it, found her essay and looked it over. She couldn't wait to hand it in tomorrow morning.

--

On the same floor across the way, Lydia and Serena were unpacking their things and changing into their nightclothes. "This is probably the first time I'm actually looking forward to starting school," Serena said.

"Me too," Lydia nodded. "I wonder what our first lesson is."

"I bet you it will be potions," Lavender mumbled.

"Is Professor Snape really that bad?" Serena asked.

"He's the worst," Parvarti said. "I hope we'll have divination tomorrow after the train ride we had in the rain."

"How about divination?" Lydia inquired. "Is it any good? What's the teacher like?"

"She's a fraud," Hermione said from her bed.

Parvarti's eyes glanced from Hermione and back to Lydia and Serena. "Actually Professor Trelawny made some predictions that happened." She continued in a whisper. "Lavender was dreading that her—bunny would die,"

Lavender frowned and mumbled, "Binky."

"And it did…"

"I'm sorry," Serena sympathized.

"And Professor Trelawny also predicted last year, at our first class, someone would leave the class around Easter."

"And it happened?" Lydia asked.

Parvarti nodded over to Hermione, who was busy getting ready for bed.

"Wow," Serena breathed and remembered about Raye's ongoing dream. "Hey, have you guys studied dreams yet?"

"No," Parvarti answered with a smile, "but I want to soon!"

"Yeah, me too," Lavender added.

"So what was your old school like?" Parvarti asked Serena.

Serena laughed. "My school? You want to know about my school?" she scratched her head. "There's nothing much to say really—it was just really boring and my teacher was a real witch—I mean—brat."

There was a loud sound of a stomach rumbling and Serena put her hand on her stomach. "Now for once, I know that can't be me." She said in surprise. "I had three helpings of roast beef."

Hermione put her arm around herself and turned. "Sorry…"

--

As Draco led Raye down to the dungeons, he told her all about the paintings and statues. A ghost soared above them, seeping into the halls

"Oh, that's the Bloody Baron," he told her. "I hardly ever hear him talk."

"I heard he's the only one that can keep the poltergeist in line," Raye said.

"You met Peeves?" he inquired.

"Yeah, dropped a water bomb on my head."

Draco chuckled. "Wish I've seen it…"

"It's not funny," Raye spat. "How'd you like to have a water bomb dropped on your head? But I bet you'd like that won't you—given the fact that your looks wet. How much gel do you use anyway?"

When she realized what she said, her mouth dropped. She knew she was stressed out because her crazy dreams and with the vibes she's been getting but of all the people to lose her temper to, it shouldn't' be the son of a Death Eater. Especially if he was spoiled.

"Whoa," Draco said, backing up with a grin on his face. "Calm down. What I meant was—I'd like to see what you did."

"Oh," Raye said. "Well, I uh, let him have it…"

"You're kinda feisty," Draco said as he proceeded to walk down the hall.

"Yeah. Sorry."

"No, it's okay," Draco said, still grinning. "Rather enjoyed it, actually."

"What do you mean?" she demanded.

"The way you got so mad all of a sudden," he shrugged, "you looked really—well—I think hot would be the right term for it."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Like fire…"

"You want a demonstration of fire?" Raye inquired, searching for her wand though she knew no spells yet.

"No, save it for later," Draco said, grabbing her hand.

Raye's eyelid was twitching as he dragged her down the stone hallway and stopped at a wall.

"Lutadulos absum," he said and the wall creaked out of the way.

"Means 'mudbloods are inferior,'" he explained with a grin as he led her inside. "Watch your pretty little head…ceiling hangs rather low."

It was obvious that Draco was having a lot of fun right now and Raye just wanted to pop him right in the mouth. "Thanks."

The Slytherin Common Room did not look very inviting. The low hanging stone ceiling made her think of a damp cave. The green lamps were too dark and the chairs and sofas were made out of green leather.

"Welcome to the Slytherin Common Room," said Draco as he propped himself onto a leather chair. "Trust me, it will become your home from home."

"Yeah," Raye muttered, looking around. "Really—er—cozy."

Draco sniggered. "Cozy?"

Pansy Parkinson came up from the girl's dormitories, wailing at Draco. "Draco, I didn't see any present in my trunk!"

"What?" he asked, confused.

"The present you said you put in my trunk," she sobbed. "It's not there!"

"Oh, right," he said and Raye could clearly see he lied about it. "Bet a house elf snatched it. I'll get you something at first Hogsmead Weekend."

"Really?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure."

Pansy reminded Raye strongly of the way Serena acted around Darien but she never saw Darien act that way toward her. Raye walked down the stairs Pansy just ran up and came to a door in silver letters: YEAR 4. She opened the door and saw clothes, books and parchment spread around one of the beds. Millicent Bulstrode and two other Slytherin girls were talking in a corner.

"I don't remember Draco putting anything in her trunk," said Celia Nott, a tall girl with wavy blond hair.

"Come on, Celia," said Millicent. "You know how she hangs around him all the time. I bet he just told her that to get her to leave him alone. I don't even think he likes her."

Raye found her trunk, placed it on her bed and opened it. She could feel the girls' eyes on her.

"So, where did you say you were from?" Millicent inquired.

"Cherry Hill Academy," Raye replied, focused on unpacking. "Of Japan."

"Never heard of it."

"Kind of a lame name," sniggered Celia.

"Because of the cherry trees," Raye hissed.

"Oh, I see."

Pansy came into the room, looking calm. "It's all right—Draco said a house elf probably took it," she said as she placed everything neatly on her table. "Anyway, he's going to get me something at the next Hogsmead trip."

"I've never known house elves to take things before," Millicent said. "I think I'll put spells on my things—just incase."

"So," Pansy turned her gaze to Raye. "Did Draco give you the tour?"

"No," said Raye.

"Really? Took you rather long to get down here."

"He didn't have to wait for me," Raye said coolly, taking out her nightgown. "I could've gotten the instructions how to get to the dungeons from the head of house."

"Well, just stay away from Draco Malfoy," Pansy muttered. "He's mine, you hear me?"

"You can have him," Raye hissed.

"Good," Pansy said.

"Fine."

"Fine."

Raye shook her head and wondered if she made the biggest mistake of her life. How was she supposed to live with these people for the whole school year?

To Be Continued