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Hermione flipped through her schedule as
she made her way down the cobblestone hallways of the foreign school.
She had no notion of where she was going. She had been used to the
winding stairs of Hogwarts and had given up of hoping to remember
where each of them led to.
Here at Durmstrang everything was
different. The school was only two stories and the lower half was
submerged beneath the water of the ocean. Hermione walked along the
lower floor, reading her school map. She had Household Charms first
block. As she walked down the hallways, peering out the windows,
completely oblivious to the hustling students around her, Hermione
didn't notice Harry fall into step beside her.
"Lost?"
He asked, pulling her from her thoughts.
Hermione nodded
reluctantly, glancing around as the halls emptied and her and Harry
were left alone.
"Well come on. Your in my H.C class."
He linked his arm through hers and began walking away. Hermione
promptly pulled her arm away from his and followed him, a pang of
guilt running through her as she felt her stomach flutter. She had no
right to be attracted to anyone, so shortly after Seamus died.
"You
know there are chicks in this school who would throw themselves at my
feet if I ever even came close to them." He said, looking at
her. He obviously wasn't used to being shut down like that.
"Thank
god I have brains." She ran her fingers through her Hair as they
opened a door to their left.
"and decent sized tits."
Harry added, under his breath as they entered the
classroom.
Hermione turned beet red as she surveyed the scene.
Crossing her arms over her chest she realised exactly how different
this school would be.
The classroom was shaped like an
auditorium, the furthest back seats raised up. The floor of the room
was sand, the sand that had a lingering scent of the ocean. Hermione
followed Harry up the middle row and through the aisles. Hermione
took a seat right next to a window and peered out into the depths of
the ocean. Harry sat next to her.
No one in the class seemed
to be focused. It reminded Hermione oddly of professor Trelawney's
classroom. There were magiked paper airplanes flying everywhere and
students were standing on their desk looking arm rests and yelling at
each other. There was no teacher in the room. Hermione glanced at the
clock ticked on the wall above her head. Class had been started for
five minutes.
"Hoi! Kate! Over Here!" Harry bellowed
from beside Hermione. Hermione saw Kate's face light up as she
scurried over. Sean, who had just entered to room was scowling at
Harry, but followed his sister anyway.
Kate sat down on the
other side of Harry. She glowed. Sean, still glaring sat beside
her.
"First class this year, and I'm already surrounded
by beautiful women." Harry said, draping his arms around
Hermione and Kate's shoulders.
Hermione pulled his arm off of
her. "And only one of which appreciates being near you."
She said, putting her books on the arm rest between them.
"oooh.
So cold." Harry said, offering his open hands in defeat. He
grinned at her, and Kate sat back against his arm.
"How
is the love of my life doing?" Harry asked Kate, turning his
back on Hermione.
'Fine. If he cant take a small game of hard
to get then he doesn't deserve me.' Hermione though,
victoriously.
Hermione could see Sean shooting Harry the
dirtiest looks in the world as Harry whispered to his Kate, forehead
to forehead. Kate was giggling and looking down at their hands, which
were intertwined. Hermione felt a wave of jealousy about how easily
forgotten she was.
"Hey. Harry. Get the fuck off my
sister." Sean said coolly, pulling Kate on the shoulder, so she
face front again. Harry chuckled and let her hands go and turned as
the teacher entered the room.
The teacher, Mr. Quincy as he
wrote on the board, was medium height, skinny and had long greasy
grey hair. He wore a trench coat with too many pockets and didn't
look too pleased with the state of his classroom.
"Sorry
I'm late." He barked, as if excusing himself, "But the
second floor library was flooded from floor to roof with condensed,
peach smelling bubbles."
Hermione could see Harry
convulsing with silent laughter as Quincy continued.
"Apparently
someone in the school thinks that it is okay to flood a library of
books, some of which are rare, with bubbles from the prefect spa. It
is not. We already have a short list of common suspects and will find
the outlaw immediately." He stamped his foot emphatically on the
floor and spun on his heel to face the board once again.
"I
need you all to take out your text books. You are to read Chapter
one, about how to use Cleaning Spells. Then write a eighteen inch
essay on their uses." He left the classroom without another
word.
"I wonder if her expects much variation from
cleaning spells are used for cleaning." Kate asked, stretching.
Sean laughed as he stood up and positioned himself, sitting before
them on the backs of the seat in front of Harry.
"So.
Hermione? What do you need to teach Harry?" Sean asked, letting
his eyes wander from Hermione's face.
"God. You people
have the memory span of goldfish. My. Face. Is. Here." She said
slowly, pointing to her face. "Not. Here." She said,
pointing to her chest, and crossing her arms over it. Hermione,
seeing no point in attending class when there was no teacher present,
stormed out of the room, headed for the Liondragon
Den.
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Not as funny. sorry. Will work on it a tad. ty.read
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