Chapter 5

"Good morning Reagan," Hermione said as Reagan joined the table for breakfast.

"Good morning everyone," she said as though she got the exact amount of sleep needed, she looked, magical, she didn't have a hair out of place, her robes fit exactly and she was smiling.

"Where Chloe?" Ron asked buttering a piece of toast.

"Oh, she got stopped in the hall by that Malfoy Character we met yesterday on the train." Reagan replied as though nothing was wrong, and picked up the apple juice.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked. Reagan nodded politely.

"You left her alone with that evil child?" Ron asked shocked.

"Yes… why wouldn't I?" Reagan asked, just as Chloe sat down beside her. "Oh here she is! We were just talking about you Chloe."

"Oh really?" said Chloe laughing slightly. Chloe looked just as perfect as Reagan, her long blonde hair was great, and her robes fit just as well as Reagan's.

"What did Malfoy want?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Nothing really, he just wanted to welcome me to the school," Chloe informed the four blank faces.

"That's a new one," said Ron rolling his eyes. Chloe looked confused. Reagan looked her straight in the eye and Chloe seemed to have gotten the impression not to ask.

"So we have Charms first, oh that's good, Chloe you love Charms." Reagan smiled, now glancing at Ron who was staring profoundly and Hermione.

"Yah, that's great," Chloe's thought's seemed to be elsewhere, "I'm going to go now I think, I don't know where it is."

"I'll go with you," said Harry, he thought he wouldn't mind going for a walk with Chloe, and it would be nice to avoid the glances he kept receiving from Reagan.

"It's okay you can stay, I don't mind, really." Said Chloe standing up.

"No, really I'll come." Harry insisted, Chloe nodded, and they set off for the Charms classroom.

They walked a while in silence, going up stairs and around corners.

"So what do your parents do for jobs?" Harry always was fascinated by wizarding jobs, though he wasn't sure whether Chloe and Reagan were pure-blood or not, but he was still curious.

"Well, my father owns a store in France, they sell sheets and blankets that make themselves once you leave the bed." Chloe seemed tense as she continued, "And my mother owns a beauty salon in France."

It took Harry a moment for the information to sink in, but he nodded as though he understood.