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Chapter 2
Arrival at Hogwarts
Oliver walked towards the Gryffindor tower, his eyes on the letter in
his
hand.
'. . . and your father just got a raise, which means you will be able to get that new broomstick after all. A certain someone-whom-you- don't-want-named-in-case-this-falls-into-the-wrong-hands is coming along quite well with plant transfigurations. She'll be thrilled to see you at Christmas, you know. She said she might see about transfiguring up some mistletoe and see if that helps you. I think she's saying that you're slow in admitting your feelings.' Oliver couldn't help but grin. 'And Uncle Ben says to make sure to keep him updated on your Quidditch matches. He's especially anxious that you beat Slytherin this year. He did go to school with Robert Flint, remember. Anyway, I have to go. Mrs. Sheppert and I
are taking our tea with Mrs. Feather. She broke her leg last week.
Love, Mom.'
He folded up the note and stuck it in an inside pocket. He said the password, and the portrait swung open. As Oliver climbed through, he heard
the Fat Lady.
"Well? Who woke me up? Might as well show yourself if you're going
to disturb a lady's beauty sleep. Well?"
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"So please make sure that someone is in the entrance hall to greet
her when she arrives and that she is acquainted with her schedule."
"Yes, Head Master."
"Thank you, Severus. Now, if you will excuse me."
Dumbledore swept away down the hall, and Snape turned on his heel and stalked down to the Slytherin common room. He turned to the first student
he saw. "Flint!"
Marcus Flint turned around.
"There's a guest student coming to Hogwarts, who should be arriving
in about half an hour. You'll escort them down here from the entrance
hall," Snape said.
Flint sighed bitterly but nodded.
"Good. If there are any questions, I'll be in my office."
Snape left, and Flint glared at the door. 'Why do I have to be the one to do this? I haven't even had lunch yet.' He glanced at his watch. 'I'll have just enough time, if I hurry.'
Twenty-nine minutes later, Flint came into the entrance hall from the Great Hall. There were three bags at the foot of the staircase, a girl perched on top of the largest piece. Flint stopped and stared.
Light brown hair framed the heart-shaped face. The girl's gaze wandered around the entrance hall, except for pauses to watch students passing her. As each student went by, she returned to examining the hall. Then her clear, blue eyes rested on Flint. He shook himself, squared his shoulders, and went over to the girl. "Hello."
She raised her arched eyebrows. "Hello."
"I'm Marcus Flint." He held out his hand.
The girl took it. "Jusea Robertson." Her voice carried a strong, casual accent, and her hand was small, compared to his, with long, elegant fingers and adorned by one small silver ring.
"Are you here to visit Hogwarts?" Flint asked.
"Yes. I'm supposed to be meeting someone here-I don't know who-to go to, what was it . . ." Jusea withdrew her hand and started digging in her bookbag. She pulled out a piece of paper. "Ah. Slytherin."
"Oh. That's me. I mean, I'm not Slytherin, I mean." Flint took a deep breath. "I'm the one who's supposed to meet you here."
"Oh." Replacing the paper, Jusea stood up. "Pleasure to meet you indeed. Where to?" She started to pick up her bags.
"Here, let me." Flint took the three piece of luggage. "This way, miss."
He started down into the dungeons, and Jusea followed. Unseen by the girl, he smiled. Jusea looked all around her; the castle was amazing. It was quite similar to her school, but at the same time it was new. She looked at the guy in front of her. He had dark hair, she had to admit that he wasn't as good looking as Oliver, but he looked nice. Plus, as far as she could tell, he was very nice. After all he had grabbed all three of her bags, and he wasn't struggling. He must have been very strong. Then she realized that she should probably be nice and start up a conversation. "By the way, what's your name?"
He turned so she could see him. "Flint. Marcus Flint."
"That's a nice name. So what year are you?"
"I'm in my seventh year. What about you?"
"Sixth."
"Oh."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"What do you like to do, you know in your spare time?"
"I play Quidditch."
"Really? Are you on your House team?"
"As a matter of fact, I am."
"What position are you?"
"I'm Chaser and Captain for my team."
"That's cool."
"Do you play Quidditch?"
"Only for fun. I dance more."
"Oh."
"But I love watching Quidditch, I know just about everything, well that I'm aware of. There are probably some things that I don't know, but I know all the basics."
"I love Quidditch. Here's the room. Heritage."
They went inside. "I'll bring your stuff upstairs to where you'll be staying. I'll be back. Make yourself comfortable."
"Thank you." She looked around. It looked pretty cool.
"What are you doing here?"
Jusea turned around at the sound of the cold drawl. She smiled. "Draco, I didn't know you went here."
"I do. But you don't, so why are you here?"
"Me?"
"Yeah."
"It's a program. I have to learn about the manner of education here."
"So why are you here?"
"I applied, and they picked me."
"Hey, Draco." A guy bigger than Draco came over and stood behind him.
"What do you want to do?"
"I don't know, Goyle. Go talk to Crabbe, I'll be over shortly." He turned his attention back to Jusea. "Why'd you get put in this house?"
"I'm going into every house, this house just so happened to be first. I didn't ask for any particular house."
"My Father's still mad about Rhett."
"Hey, it's not really his fault."
"I'm sure."
"She was all over him. He was trying to get away."
"That was disgusting."
"Yes, I agree. I thought we both agreed that after it happened. Why'd you bring it up again?"
"I don't know. I just thought of it for it doesn't matter anyways. Listen, there are some people you want to be aware of."
"How do you mean?"
"People who meddle with everything. People who don't know their place."
"Draco, I don't want another one of these lectures, all right?"
"What?"
"Look, I can say yours by heart, so I don't feel like hearing them again. So, let's just say you told me, I smiled and nodded, and then we go on with our lives, all right?"
"Sure."
Marcus came up. "Draco, I see you've met Jusea."
"We've already met. I have to go. See you around."
Jusea smiled. "Bye, Draco. Nice talking to you."
He smirked and left. Marcus turned to her. "How do you and Draco know each other?"
"Our Dads work at the Ministry of Magic together, we go over to each other's houses sometimes."
"Your stuff is upstairs."
"Thank you, that was very sweet."
"So, was there anything that you wanted to do?"
"Well, actually, if you don't mind, I'm going to unpack."
"Yeah. That's fine. Let me know if you need anything."
"I will, thanks." Jusea started going upstairs but then turned around.
"Where am I going?"
Marcus turned around, "Let me show you."
"Wait, are you allowed up here?"
"It's okay. Trust me. Let's go." Jusea followed Marcus upstairs. Then he stopped in front of a door. "This is where you'll be staying."
"Thank you." Jusea went into the room. There was a four-poster bed and a dresser with all of her bags next to it. She went over to them and started unpacking.
Chapter 2
Arrival at Hogwarts
Oliver walked towards the Gryffindor tower, his eyes on the letter in
his
hand.
'. . . and your father just got a raise, which means you will be able to get that new broomstick after all. A certain someone-whom-you- don't-want-named-in-case-this-falls-into-the-wrong-hands is coming along quite well with plant transfigurations. She'll be thrilled to see you at Christmas, you know. She said she might see about transfiguring up some mistletoe and see if that helps you. I think she's saying that you're slow in admitting your feelings.' Oliver couldn't help but grin. 'And Uncle Ben says to make sure to keep him updated on your Quidditch matches. He's especially anxious that you beat Slytherin this year. He did go to school with Robert Flint, remember. Anyway, I have to go. Mrs. Sheppert and I
are taking our tea with Mrs. Feather. She broke her leg last week.
Love, Mom.'
He folded up the note and stuck it in an inside pocket. He said the password, and the portrait swung open. As Oliver climbed through, he heard
the Fat Lady.
"Well? Who woke me up? Might as well show yourself if you're going
to disturb a lady's beauty sleep. Well?"
-----------
"So please make sure that someone is in the entrance hall to greet
her when she arrives and that she is acquainted with her schedule."
"Yes, Head Master."
"Thank you, Severus. Now, if you will excuse me."
Dumbledore swept away down the hall, and Snape turned on his heel and stalked down to the Slytherin common room. He turned to the first student
he saw. "Flint!"
Marcus Flint turned around.
"There's a guest student coming to Hogwarts, who should be arriving
in about half an hour. You'll escort them down here from the entrance
hall," Snape said.
Flint sighed bitterly but nodded.
"Good. If there are any questions, I'll be in my office."
Snape left, and Flint glared at the door. 'Why do I have to be the one to do this? I haven't even had lunch yet.' He glanced at his watch. 'I'll have just enough time, if I hurry.'
Twenty-nine minutes later, Flint came into the entrance hall from the Great Hall. There were three bags at the foot of the staircase, a girl perched on top of the largest piece. Flint stopped and stared.
Light brown hair framed the heart-shaped face. The girl's gaze wandered around the entrance hall, except for pauses to watch students passing her. As each student went by, she returned to examining the hall. Then her clear, blue eyes rested on Flint. He shook himself, squared his shoulders, and went over to the girl. "Hello."
She raised her arched eyebrows. "Hello."
"I'm Marcus Flint." He held out his hand.
The girl took it. "Jusea Robertson." Her voice carried a strong, casual accent, and her hand was small, compared to his, with long, elegant fingers and adorned by one small silver ring.
"Are you here to visit Hogwarts?" Flint asked.
"Yes. I'm supposed to be meeting someone here-I don't know who-to go to, what was it . . ." Jusea withdrew her hand and started digging in her bookbag. She pulled out a piece of paper. "Ah. Slytherin."
"Oh. That's me. I mean, I'm not Slytherin, I mean." Flint took a deep breath. "I'm the one who's supposed to meet you here."
"Oh." Replacing the paper, Jusea stood up. "Pleasure to meet you indeed. Where to?" She started to pick up her bags.
"Here, let me." Flint took the three piece of luggage. "This way, miss."
He started down into the dungeons, and Jusea followed. Unseen by the girl, he smiled. Jusea looked all around her; the castle was amazing. It was quite similar to her school, but at the same time it was new. She looked at the guy in front of her. He had dark hair, she had to admit that he wasn't as good looking as Oliver, but he looked nice. Plus, as far as she could tell, he was very nice. After all he had grabbed all three of her bags, and he wasn't struggling. He must have been very strong. Then she realized that she should probably be nice and start up a conversation. "By the way, what's your name?"
He turned so she could see him. "Flint. Marcus Flint."
"That's a nice name. So what year are you?"
"I'm in my seventh year. What about you?"
"Sixth."
"Oh."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"What do you like to do, you know in your spare time?"
"I play Quidditch."
"Really? Are you on your House team?"
"As a matter of fact, I am."
"What position are you?"
"I'm Chaser and Captain for my team."
"That's cool."
"Do you play Quidditch?"
"Only for fun. I dance more."
"Oh."
"But I love watching Quidditch, I know just about everything, well that I'm aware of. There are probably some things that I don't know, but I know all the basics."
"I love Quidditch. Here's the room. Heritage."
They went inside. "I'll bring your stuff upstairs to where you'll be staying. I'll be back. Make yourself comfortable."
"Thank you." She looked around. It looked pretty cool.
"What are you doing here?"
Jusea turned around at the sound of the cold drawl. She smiled. "Draco, I didn't know you went here."
"I do. But you don't, so why are you here?"
"Me?"
"Yeah."
"It's a program. I have to learn about the manner of education here."
"So why are you here?"
"I applied, and they picked me."
"Hey, Draco." A guy bigger than Draco came over and stood behind him.
"What do you want to do?"
"I don't know, Goyle. Go talk to Crabbe, I'll be over shortly." He turned his attention back to Jusea. "Why'd you get put in this house?"
"I'm going into every house, this house just so happened to be first. I didn't ask for any particular house."
"My Father's still mad about Rhett."
"Hey, it's not really his fault."
"I'm sure."
"She was all over him. He was trying to get away."
"That was disgusting."
"Yes, I agree. I thought we both agreed that after it happened. Why'd you bring it up again?"
"I don't know. I just thought of it for it doesn't matter anyways. Listen, there are some people you want to be aware of."
"How do you mean?"
"People who meddle with everything. People who don't know their place."
"Draco, I don't want another one of these lectures, all right?"
"What?"
"Look, I can say yours by heart, so I don't feel like hearing them again. So, let's just say you told me, I smiled and nodded, and then we go on with our lives, all right?"
"Sure."
Marcus came up. "Draco, I see you've met Jusea."
"We've already met. I have to go. See you around."
Jusea smiled. "Bye, Draco. Nice talking to you."
He smirked and left. Marcus turned to her. "How do you and Draco know each other?"
"Our Dads work at the Ministry of Magic together, we go over to each other's houses sometimes."
"Your stuff is upstairs."
"Thank you, that was very sweet."
"So, was there anything that you wanted to do?"
"Well, actually, if you don't mind, I'm going to unpack."
"Yeah. That's fine. Let me know if you need anything."
"I will, thanks." Jusea started going upstairs but then turned around.
"Where am I going?"
Marcus turned around, "Let me show you."
"Wait, are you allowed up here?"
"It's okay. Trust me. Let's go." Jusea followed Marcus upstairs. Then he stopped in front of a door. "This is where you'll be staying."
"Thank you." Jusea went into the room. There was a four-poster bed and a dresser with all of her bags next to it. She went over to them and started unpacking.