A/N: I know, I know. It's been too long, but have you any idea how long it took us to find these nutcases? AGES! So here they are, lost (big surprise there).
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, and if J.K. Rowling knew what we were doing... makes choking sounds and funeral march plays. Get it?
Chapter 5: Lost and Found
The girls opened their eyes and blinked, hoping that the smoke and coloured ribbons had disappeared. It was pitch black, and they had no idea where they were. The only thing they could see was the glittering of the other's eyes.
"Milena," whispered Andréa. "Dis not look like Dumbledore's office."
Milena turned 360°, staring around the space they were in. Her arms were held out in front of her, feeling for any recognisable objects. She stopped.
"Andréa. Ve are in de closet."
"Oh," said Andréa. "Dat's... not goot."
"Ve need to find de door," said Milena.
They began fumbling in the dark for anything resembling a doorknob or handle.
"Argh! Dat's my farking nose you just thumped!" cried Milena.
"Sorry."
"Hey, hands of de cleavage!" yelled Andréa.
"Dat vasn't me," said Milena cautiously.
Silence.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!"
The two girls began frantically groping for the handle until finally the door swung open. They whipped around to see who or what had been in there with them.
It was a thick leather glove hanging from a peg.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!"
"Andréa. Andréa. De glove is not movink."
"Oh," said Andréa. "Right."
The girls glanced around at where they now stood.
"Vhere are ve?" asked Andréa.
Milena shrugged her shoulders.
"Ve can't get too lost vandering around here."
They began to walk along the corridor. They passed moving pictures, which assured that they were still inside the castle, until they came to a large archway that led to a platform. They gazed up at the hundreds of staircases above their heads.
"Vhich vun do ve take to Dumbledore's office?" asked Milena.
"Maybe ve ask vun of de piccies," suggested Andréa. "Dey look friendly enough."
She glanced around for a decent portrait, and decided on a young girl in a white dress in what appeared to be an English garden background. She was fluffing her hair.
"Hello," said Andréa. "Vould you know where ve need to go to find Professor Dumbledore's office?"
"No, now bugger off and leave me to beautify myself," snapped the girl rudely. "I have a visitor coming soon."
"Darlink, dere's noteenk you can do for dat face," said Andréa. "Dogs stay as dogs; dey can't turn into prettiful kittycats."
The girl gave her an exasperated and icy glare as Andréa turned away.
"Dat vas cruel," said Milena warningly.
"Ja, I know," said Andréa, brow furrowed. "I had to look at dat face for a whole two meenutes."
She and Milena snorted.
"Vell, so much for de sveet and innocent," said Milena.
"Now, ve try dat knight over dere," suggested Andréa.
She and Milena approached the knight in the portrait opposite them. He smiled as they neared him.
"Good evening, ladies," he said. "How may I be of service?"
"Vould you be kind enough to tell us vhich vay to Dumbledore's office?" asked Milena.
"Of course," he said. "But I request a small fee from each of you."
"Ve give you leettle kiss on cheek vill be fine," said Milena.
The knight nodded.
"Ok," she said.
They leant over to the portrait and each pecked him on a cheek.
"I teenk I svallowed paint chips," whined Andréa, screwing up her face. "You're flaking."
"Now, tell us vhich vay to Dumbledore's?"
"Not yet," said the knight. "I request one other thing."
"Listen meester," warned Andréa. "You're pushink your luck vid dis flirting. Remember. You're dead. You really teenk you got any shot?"
"Tell us vhere Dumbledore's office is," demanded Milena.
The knight gave up and pointed the way to the third floor corridor.
"You'll find a statue of a phoenix there," he said. "But I don't know about the password."
"Tank you for your help," said Milena, obligingly.
The girls made their way up the stairs to the third floor corridor and walked along the passageway until they reached the large statue. A tall lady with grey hair fastened tightly into a bun, and dressed in long bottle- green robes was standing there.
"Good evening, girls," she said. "I am Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of this school. Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you."
She smiled at them, and turned to the statue.
"Sugar Quills."
The statue moved to reveal a large spiral staircase that appeared to go on forever. McGonagall signalled for the girls to proceed up the steps, and left them.
The stair went on, for what seemed like forever. It grew darker as they moved further on, the candles flickered, and a gentle draft passed upwards from the ground below. Finally, they reached a large, heavy wooden door, which opened as they stepped towards it.
It was a huge, high, circular room, with hundreds of portraits of old Headmasters and Headmistresses of Hogwarts hanging on the walls. Odd gadgets were scattered around the room, and thousands of books stacked high in bookshelves on the walls at the back of the room. In the centre of the room was a large oak desk, and standing beside it, was Dumbledore, holding a tatty wizards hat. He smiled brightly at them as they entered, still gazing around.
"Dis a nice place you got here, Professor," said Andréa, nodding.
"Thank you," said Dumbledore. "I quite like it. Now, if you're ready, shall we begin?"
The hat in Dumbledore's hands opened a flap at the front above the brim, and began to sing about the school houses, and their various personalities found in each.
"Veird hat," muttered Andréa.
"Ja," agreed Milena, watching it with a perplexed expression on her face.
"Novhere near as nice as mine," she added. "And it sound crap too."
When the hat had finished, Dumbledore held up the hat and motioned for Andréa to step forward. She did so, still watching the hat hesitantly, apprehensive about whether it would burst into song again. Dumbledore placed the hat on her head.
"SLYTHERIN!" shouted the hat.
"See, vhat did I say," said Milena, as Andréa waled back over, an evil smirk on her face.
Milena walked up to the hat, and Dumbledore placed it on her head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" it cried.
"My got!" said Andréa, slapping her head. "Dat vas a surprise."
She smirked.
"Shuddup," said Milena, glaring at Andréa. "De hat know better dan you do."
"Darlink," said Andréa, looking closely at Milena. "De hat sings. Enough said."
"You saying de hat is wrong?" asked Milena. "It did, after all, put you in Slytherin."
"Is not hard to tell dat I belong in Slytherin, I mean, look at me," said Andréa. "But you, dat is more challenging decision for poor leettle hat."
"Vhat about Neville?"
"He prove himself to be brave," explained Andréa. "You haven't."
"De number of times I save your ass, should count for someteenk," muttered Milena.
Andréa still wasn't convinced, and shrugged it off. They turned back to Dumbledore as he spoke.
"I shall send for two guides to show you to your respective houses."
He took a handful of Floo powder and tossed it into the flames of the fireplace. A head, a boys head, appeared in the green flames. The rest of his body followed and he fell tumbling out of the fireplace onto the floor. He picked himself up, dusting his robes and smiled at the girls and Dumbledore. A second face appeared in the flames, sneering and pug-like. A girl stepped out of the fireplace. She glanced at the two girls.
"This is Dean Thomas and Pansy Parkinson," said Dumbledore. "They will show you to your houses. Your belongings have been taken to your rooms."
Dean and Pansy glared at each other and walked to the door of Dumbledore's office, pushing each other aside to get through.
"Dey're vorse dan ve are," muttered Andréa.
She paused for a minute to consider this statement.
"Actually," she went on. "No. Ve're vorse."
The two girls left Dumbledore's office and made their way down the spiral staircase to the corridor. Dean and Pansy were waiting for them, and as they came down, turned their separate ways. Andréa turned to Milena.
"Vell, here ve have come to de Parting of de Vays," said Andréa.
"Qvit qvotink de farking books," said Milena. "Ve agree, exchanging of passvords."
"Deal. Ve vant to be able to visit eachoder."
"I shall see you tomorrow morning, den," said Milena.
"Have fun vid de Gryffies," said Andréa.
They shook hands and followed their various guides. Dean and Milena proceeded along the corridor and up another staircase, making their way to the Seventh Floor. Pansy and Andréa returned to the stairwells on the lower floors, heading for the dungeons far below.
Pansy hurried down the grand staircase and away to the right, down flight after flight of steps, with Andréa in hot pursuit. They were now in the heart of the dungeons, and still, Pansy rushed ahead. Andréa was getting impatient and irate.
"Somehow," she said. "I get de feelink dat you're tryink to loose me. I have no idea vhere dat thought might come from."
Pansy said nothing in response to this, only grunted and continued ahead.
Finally, the two girls stopped in front of what appeared to be a dead end. A large stone wall rose up before them. Andréa looked very impressed.
"Really, gettink lost on de vay to your own house, I commend you," she said, applauding. "Vait til I tell Milena dat dere's somevun in de vorld vid vorse sense of direction dan me."
Pansy swung around and flashed an angry look at her, then turned back to the wall.
"Dark Arts," she said clearly, holding her head high.
The wall opened to reveal a large, dim tunnel that led down to the Slytherin common room.
"Meh, I vas wrong," said Andréa, shrugging.
Pansy and Andréa proceeded to the common room. Andréa stared around at the group of people gathered, who were standing or seated on one of the many green leather sofas and armchairs. She recognised the blond boy from the Great Hall and was about to walk over, but Pansy beat her to it. She followed. The boy turned his attention to them.
"Who's this?" he drawled, nodding at Andréa.
"The new girl from Beauxbatons," sneered Pansy. "She's been sorted into Slytherin."
"Are you pureblood?" asked another boy snidely.
"Can trace father's family back to Villiam de Conqueror," said Andréa, nonchalantly.
"But William the Conqueror wasn't a wizard," said Pansy, pompously.
"I never said he vas," said Andréa. "I only say dat my family has been around since Villiam de Conqueror."
They both nodded approvingly, and Andréa flashed a grin at them. A low snarl could be heard from Pansy.
"I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," said the blond boy.
"I know who you are," said Andréa smirking. "My name is Andréa Dragomir."
"Pleasure," said Draco, extending a hand, but just as Andréa was about the take it, Pansy pulled her up the stairs muttering something about her dormitory.
They entered a large room, inside which were four beds; one was empty. Beside it were Andréa's belongings and luggage, along with an empty cage.
"Much obliged," muttered Andréa. "But I teenk I'll be goink now."
She pulled away from Pansy and wandered back down the stairs to where Draco was waiting. She tossed her red hair over one shoulder and flashed her emerald green eyes at Draco.
"I vas just vundering if you could show me around," she asked as sweetly as possible, fluttering her eyelashes. "I'm sure I vill get lost."
Draco smirked and held out an arm, which Andréa took.
Malfoy led her to the tunnel to the entrance and out. Pansy watched them disappear into the darkness of the dungeons. They were gone from some time; and when they returned, Pansy was still waiting for them, glaring impatiently at Andréa, who shrugged innocently.
"Tank you very much," she said to Draco. "Dat vas very – " she glanced at Pansy, "– informative."
She brushed her shoulder as she passed and headed up to her dormitory to unpack.
Dean and Milena climbed up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower and wandered along the corridor of the Seventh Floor, before coming to a large portrait of a fat lady wearing a pink dress.
"Password," she said.
"Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," said Dean.
The portrait opened, and Dean and Milena stepped inside the Gryffindor common room. Milena spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting near the fireplace.
"There you are," said Hermione. "We all wondered where you'd gone."
"How did you do it?" asked Ron in awe.
"It vas magic," said Milena, smirking. "I no tell."
"Well, anyway, it's nice to see you again," said Harry. "You've been sorted into Gryffindor?"
"Tis true," said Milena.
"What about your friend?" asked Ron.
"Andréa? She vas sorted into Slytherin."
A hush fell over the room.
"Vhaa-aat? She is nice person, very pleasant, just – not too bright."
Some of the group snickered.
"You met her, you know vhat I is talkink about," said Milena, appealing to Harry.
Harry nodded.
"I definitely agree that she is friendly," he said.
"Would you like me to show you to your room?" asked Hermione.
"Dat vould be nice," said Milena, and followed her up to the Sixth Year girls' dormitories.
Inside the large circular room were five, four-poster beds. Beside one of them, Milena recognised her belongings and a large cage, in which was a golden eagle.
"Poor darlink," said Milena, hurrying over and kneeling on the floor beside the bird. "Didn't dey look after you?"
She opened the door of the cage and the eagle stepped onto her arm, settling there. Milena stood up and walked back to Hermione, who was staring at the bird with shining eyes.
"She's gorgeous," she gasped.
"Her name is Camilia," said Milena. "I've had her since I vas seven. But vhen ve got her, ve didn't know she'd eat my grass snake, Irina."
Milena wandered over to the window and opened it, holding her arm out. The bird launched herself off and soared out over the grounds to the Forbidden Forest.
"She need to eat," she said. "She'll come back later tonight. In de meantime, I should unpack."
Hermione nodded and left Milena in peace, rejoining her friends in the common room.
A/N: Ok, what did you think? Crap? I agree. We haven't gotten to the fun yet. Next chapter, the girls are set loose in the castle. What kind of mischief will they cook up? Who is the mysterious new DADA professor? And does Andréa have it in for Pansy? (DUH!) Find out next in the exciting new instalment of Romani Girls (ok, now I'm starting to sound like one of those corny commercials... wait! That's what I am!). I promise, it'll be finished soon. I swear to you, soon. We'll meet Andréa's pet. What sort of monstrous, evil creature will it be? Find out.
Thanks to:
Earwen Colomanel – Thanks Nell, glad you liked it. I know I sent you this chapter already, lol. Hope you like the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, and if J.K. Rowling knew what we were doing... makes choking sounds and funeral march plays. Get it?
Chapter 5: Lost and Found
The girls opened their eyes and blinked, hoping that the smoke and coloured ribbons had disappeared. It was pitch black, and they had no idea where they were. The only thing they could see was the glittering of the other's eyes.
"Milena," whispered Andréa. "Dis not look like Dumbledore's office."
Milena turned 360°, staring around the space they were in. Her arms were held out in front of her, feeling for any recognisable objects. She stopped.
"Andréa. Ve are in de closet."
"Oh," said Andréa. "Dat's... not goot."
"Ve need to find de door," said Milena.
They began fumbling in the dark for anything resembling a doorknob or handle.
"Argh! Dat's my farking nose you just thumped!" cried Milena.
"Sorry."
"Hey, hands of de cleavage!" yelled Andréa.
"Dat vasn't me," said Milena cautiously.
Silence.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!"
The two girls began frantically groping for the handle until finally the door swung open. They whipped around to see who or what had been in there with them.
It was a thick leather glove hanging from a peg.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!"
"Andréa. Andréa. De glove is not movink."
"Oh," said Andréa. "Right."
The girls glanced around at where they now stood.
"Vhere are ve?" asked Andréa.
Milena shrugged her shoulders.
"Ve can't get too lost vandering around here."
They began to walk along the corridor. They passed moving pictures, which assured that they were still inside the castle, until they came to a large archway that led to a platform. They gazed up at the hundreds of staircases above their heads.
"Vhich vun do ve take to Dumbledore's office?" asked Milena.
"Maybe ve ask vun of de piccies," suggested Andréa. "Dey look friendly enough."
She glanced around for a decent portrait, and decided on a young girl in a white dress in what appeared to be an English garden background. She was fluffing her hair.
"Hello," said Andréa. "Vould you know where ve need to go to find Professor Dumbledore's office?"
"No, now bugger off and leave me to beautify myself," snapped the girl rudely. "I have a visitor coming soon."
"Darlink, dere's noteenk you can do for dat face," said Andréa. "Dogs stay as dogs; dey can't turn into prettiful kittycats."
The girl gave her an exasperated and icy glare as Andréa turned away.
"Dat vas cruel," said Milena warningly.
"Ja, I know," said Andréa, brow furrowed. "I had to look at dat face for a whole two meenutes."
She and Milena snorted.
"Vell, so much for de sveet and innocent," said Milena.
"Now, ve try dat knight over dere," suggested Andréa.
She and Milena approached the knight in the portrait opposite them. He smiled as they neared him.
"Good evening, ladies," he said. "How may I be of service?"
"Vould you be kind enough to tell us vhich vay to Dumbledore's office?" asked Milena.
"Of course," he said. "But I request a small fee from each of you."
"Ve give you leettle kiss on cheek vill be fine," said Milena.
The knight nodded.
"Ok," she said.
They leant over to the portrait and each pecked him on a cheek.
"I teenk I svallowed paint chips," whined Andréa, screwing up her face. "You're flaking."
"Now, tell us vhich vay to Dumbledore's?"
"Not yet," said the knight. "I request one other thing."
"Listen meester," warned Andréa. "You're pushink your luck vid dis flirting. Remember. You're dead. You really teenk you got any shot?"
"Tell us vhere Dumbledore's office is," demanded Milena.
The knight gave up and pointed the way to the third floor corridor.
"You'll find a statue of a phoenix there," he said. "But I don't know about the password."
"Tank you for your help," said Milena, obligingly.
The girls made their way up the stairs to the third floor corridor and walked along the passageway until they reached the large statue. A tall lady with grey hair fastened tightly into a bun, and dressed in long bottle- green robes was standing there.
"Good evening, girls," she said. "I am Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of this school. Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you."
She smiled at them, and turned to the statue.
"Sugar Quills."
The statue moved to reveal a large spiral staircase that appeared to go on forever. McGonagall signalled for the girls to proceed up the steps, and left them.
The stair went on, for what seemed like forever. It grew darker as they moved further on, the candles flickered, and a gentle draft passed upwards from the ground below. Finally, they reached a large, heavy wooden door, which opened as they stepped towards it.
It was a huge, high, circular room, with hundreds of portraits of old Headmasters and Headmistresses of Hogwarts hanging on the walls. Odd gadgets were scattered around the room, and thousands of books stacked high in bookshelves on the walls at the back of the room. In the centre of the room was a large oak desk, and standing beside it, was Dumbledore, holding a tatty wizards hat. He smiled brightly at them as they entered, still gazing around.
"Dis a nice place you got here, Professor," said Andréa, nodding.
"Thank you," said Dumbledore. "I quite like it. Now, if you're ready, shall we begin?"
The hat in Dumbledore's hands opened a flap at the front above the brim, and began to sing about the school houses, and their various personalities found in each.
"Veird hat," muttered Andréa.
"Ja," agreed Milena, watching it with a perplexed expression on her face.
"Novhere near as nice as mine," she added. "And it sound crap too."
When the hat had finished, Dumbledore held up the hat and motioned for Andréa to step forward. She did so, still watching the hat hesitantly, apprehensive about whether it would burst into song again. Dumbledore placed the hat on her head.
"SLYTHERIN!" shouted the hat.
"See, vhat did I say," said Milena, as Andréa waled back over, an evil smirk on her face.
Milena walked up to the hat, and Dumbledore placed it on her head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" it cried.
"My got!" said Andréa, slapping her head. "Dat vas a surprise."
She smirked.
"Shuddup," said Milena, glaring at Andréa. "De hat know better dan you do."
"Darlink," said Andréa, looking closely at Milena. "De hat sings. Enough said."
"You saying de hat is wrong?" asked Milena. "It did, after all, put you in Slytherin."
"Is not hard to tell dat I belong in Slytherin, I mean, look at me," said Andréa. "But you, dat is more challenging decision for poor leettle hat."
"Vhat about Neville?"
"He prove himself to be brave," explained Andréa. "You haven't."
"De number of times I save your ass, should count for someteenk," muttered Milena.
Andréa still wasn't convinced, and shrugged it off. They turned back to Dumbledore as he spoke.
"I shall send for two guides to show you to your respective houses."
He took a handful of Floo powder and tossed it into the flames of the fireplace. A head, a boys head, appeared in the green flames. The rest of his body followed and he fell tumbling out of the fireplace onto the floor. He picked himself up, dusting his robes and smiled at the girls and Dumbledore. A second face appeared in the flames, sneering and pug-like. A girl stepped out of the fireplace. She glanced at the two girls.
"This is Dean Thomas and Pansy Parkinson," said Dumbledore. "They will show you to your houses. Your belongings have been taken to your rooms."
Dean and Pansy glared at each other and walked to the door of Dumbledore's office, pushing each other aside to get through.
"Dey're vorse dan ve are," muttered Andréa.
She paused for a minute to consider this statement.
"Actually," she went on. "No. Ve're vorse."
The two girls left Dumbledore's office and made their way down the spiral staircase to the corridor. Dean and Pansy were waiting for them, and as they came down, turned their separate ways. Andréa turned to Milena.
"Vell, here ve have come to de Parting of de Vays," said Andréa.
"Qvit qvotink de farking books," said Milena. "Ve agree, exchanging of passvords."
"Deal. Ve vant to be able to visit eachoder."
"I shall see you tomorrow morning, den," said Milena.
"Have fun vid de Gryffies," said Andréa.
They shook hands and followed their various guides. Dean and Milena proceeded along the corridor and up another staircase, making their way to the Seventh Floor. Pansy and Andréa returned to the stairwells on the lower floors, heading for the dungeons far below.
Pansy hurried down the grand staircase and away to the right, down flight after flight of steps, with Andréa in hot pursuit. They were now in the heart of the dungeons, and still, Pansy rushed ahead. Andréa was getting impatient and irate.
"Somehow," she said. "I get de feelink dat you're tryink to loose me. I have no idea vhere dat thought might come from."
Pansy said nothing in response to this, only grunted and continued ahead.
Finally, the two girls stopped in front of what appeared to be a dead end. A large stone wall rose up before them. Andréa looked very impressed.
"Really, gettink lost on de vay to your own house, I commend you," she said, applauding. "Vait til I tell Milena dat dere's somevun in de vorld vid vorse sense of direction dan me."
Pansy swung around and flashed an angry look at her, then turned back to the wall.
"Dark Arts," she said clearly, holding her head high.
The wall opened to reveal a large, dim tunnel that led down to the Slytherin common room.
"Meh, I vas wrong," said Andréa, shrugging.
Pansy and Andréa proceeded to the common room. Andréa stared around at the group of people gathered, who were standing or seated on one of the many green leather sofas and armchairs. She recognised the blond boy from the Great Hall and was about to walk over, but Pansy beat her to it. She followed. The boy turned his attention to them.
"Who's this?" he drawled, nodding at Andréa.
"The new girl from Beauxbatons," sneered Pansy. "She's been sorted into Slytherin."
"Are you pureblood?" asked another boy snidely.
"Can trace father's family back to Villiam de Conqueror," said Andréa, nonchalantly.
"But William the Conqueror wasn't a wizard," said Pansy, pompously.
"I never said he vas," said Andréa. "I only say dat my family has been around since Villiam de Conqueror."
They both nodded approvingly, and Andréa flashed a grin at them. A low snarl could be heard from Pansy.
"I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," said the blond boy.
"I know who you are," said Andréa smirking. "My name is Andréa Dragomir."
"Pleasure," said Draco, extending a hand, but just as Andréa was about the take it, Pansy pulled her up the stairs muttering something about her dormitory.
They entered a large room, inside which were four beds; one was empty. Beside it were Andréa's belongings and luggage, along with an empty cage.
"Much obliged," muttered Andréa. "But I teenk I'll be goink now."
She pulled away from Pansy and wandered back down the stairs to where Draco was waiting. She tossed her red hair over one shoulder and flashed her emerald green eyes at Draco.
"I vas just vundering if you could show me around," she asked as sweetly as possible, fluttering her eyelashes. "I'm sure I vill get lost."
Draco smirked and held out an arm, which Andréa took.
Malfoy led her to the tunnel to the entrance and out. Pansy watched them disappear into the darkness of the dungeons. They were gone from some time; and when they returned, Pansy was still waiting for them, glaring impatiently at Andréa, who shrugged innocently.
"Tank you very much," she said to Draco. "Dat vas very – " she glanced at Pansy, "– informative."
She brushed her shoulder as she passed and headed up to her dormitory to unpack.
Dean and Milena climbed up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower and wandered along the corridor of the Seventh Floor, before coming to a large portrait of a fat lady wearing a pink dress.
"Password," she said.
"Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," said Dean.
The portrait opened, and Dean and Milena stepped inside the Gryffindor common room. Milena spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting near the fireplace.
"There you are," said Hermione. "We all wondered where you'd gone."
"How did you do it?" asked Ron in awe.
"It vas magic," said Milena, smirking. "I no tell."
"Well, anyway, it's nice to see you again," said Harry. "You've been sorted into Gryffindor?"
"Tis true," said Milena.
"What about your friend?" asked Ron.
"Andréa? She vas sorted into Slytherin."
A hush fell over the room.
"Vhaa-aat? She is nice person, very pleasant, just – not too bright."
Some of the group snickered.
"You met her, you know vhat I is talkink about," said Milena, appealing to Harry.
Harry nodded.
"I definitely agree that she is friendly," he said.
"Would you like me to show you to your room?" asked Hermione.
"Dat vould be nice," said Milena, and followed her up to the Sixth Year girls' dormitories.
Inside the large circular room were five, four-poster beds. Beside one of them, Milena recognised her belongings and a large cage, in which was a golden eagle.
"Poor darlink," said Milena, hurrying over and kneeling on the floor beside the bird. "Didn't dey look after you?"
She opened the door of the cage and the eagle stepped onto her arm, settling there. Milena stood up and walked back to Hermione, who was staring at the bird with shining eyes.
"She's gorgeous," she gasped.
"Her name is Camilia," said Milena. "I've had her since I vas seven. But vhen ve got her, ve didn't know she'd eat my grass snake, Irina."
Milena wandered over to the window and opened it, holding her arm out. The bird launched herself off and soared out over the grounds to the Forbidden Forest.
"She need to eat," she said. "She'll come back later tonight. In de meantime, I should unpack."
Hermione nodded and left Milena in peace, rejoining her friends in the common room.
A/N: Ok, what did you think? Crap? I agree. We haven't gotten to the fun yet. Next chapter, the girls are set loose in the castle. What kind of mischief will they cook up? Who is the mysterious new DADA professor? And does Andréa have it in for Pansy? (DUH!) Find out next in the exciting new instalment of Romani Girls (ok, now I'm starting to sound like one of those corny commercials... wait! That's what I am!). I promise, it'll be finished soon. I swear to you, soon. We'll meet Andréa's pet. What sort of monstrous, evil creature will it be? Find out.
Thanks to:
Earwen Colomanel – Thanks Nell, glad you liked it. I know I sent you this chapter already, lol. Hope you like the next chapter.