Okay. I'm back. I had a nice break. Let me bring this back…

Chapter 10: Conversation

"Don't expect me to hassle you like some other people," said Kareem suddenly.

"What do you mean?" asked Harry, but he had an idea about what he meant.

"I mean about well...You Know Who. I really don't like to get into someone else's business unless they tell me. I know a lot of students that were going to start an ambush to get to you."

So Harry was right. The people at WSFF were probably anxious to meet him. 'An ambush'. This wasn't exactly how he thought they would approach him. A picture appeared in Harry's mind where many people were running up to him with books, and pictures yelling for him to sign autographs.

"I even know a group of Neroes that were making up a list of questions to ask you. But one of my Sapphire friends convinced to not do it."

"You have a friend in Sapphire?"

"Well yeah. Why?"

"Nothing, it's just that most students here only have friends with people in our houses."

"We don't dot that," said Kareem with a chuckle. "Every click has at least two or three people from different houses."

"What are clicks?"

"They're um, groups of people."

"Oh. Sorry."

The way Kareem spoke reminded Harry that they might have a different way of speaking. He remembered when he went to regular school; he had a teacher that was from New York. Some of the students in his class couldn't understand his accent. If was enough for Dudley's gang to tease him outside of class. But they never did it in class. Something about him made everyone feel intimidated by him.

"So what's it like here at Hogwarts? Seems pretty big."

"It's alright. How big is your school?"

Kareem shrugged,

"Hard to tell. Our school is underground. It was our first time ever using something else than a train to travel to our school."

"Really?"

"Yeah. We have to- Hold on. Do you know you're geography pretty well?"

Geography. This led Harry to believe that Kareem was muggle-born. He didn't think that young wizards and witches knew about geography much. He had never heard Ron talk about such things.

"I do," he answered.

"Okay. On the western area of the U.S. is California. In there is Las Vegas, and near there is the Grand Canyon. We go into a station near Las Vegas, enter a secret place and take an underground train to a place right below the Grand Canyon. That's where we are. My mom says that the muggles should never look down there."

"Your mom?" said Harry, who had been thinking that he was muggle-born the entire time.

"Yeah. My mom's a witch and my dad's a muggle. My dad really wasn't too surprised at my mom. His brother is a wizard too. I'm in my fourth year now. You should too, right?"

"Right."

"Okay. My parents almost freaked on my second year."

"What happened?"

"A leprechaun was hit by dark magic and ran throughout the school causing mayhem. The little fool thought that someone in our school stole his gold. I'd never seen a rainbow near the Grand Canyon, I don't even know if there are any that have showed up there. But there obviously wasn't one there that day. Whoever cast that spell must have screwed with his vision. About half of us bet it was a practical joke."

"Must have been some joke. In my first year, I and my friend Ron had to fight a full grown Mountain Troll."

"A Mountain Troll?"

Harry nodded with a grin.

"How'd you get rid of it?" asked Kareem with a curious face.

"That's the funny part. Ron used the Wingardium Leviosa spell."

"The floating spell? What'd he do? Lift the troll up and drop him?"

"No. He lifted his club and dropped it onto his noggin."

Kareem let out a small laugh and Harry grinned even wider. If you really thought about, it was a funny and lucky situation.

"So what are your Quidditch teams like?" asked Harry.

"Our Quidditch teams? We're okay. I think we have the potential to be the future American team."

"Do you play?"
"Nah. My older brother does though. He's one of the Chasers. Hold on, that's right. You do play on the team. Heard you're a great seeker."

"Is that what they say?"

Harry hoped that he didn't sound like he was bragging or anything. He really didn't know what others have said about his Quidditch playing.

"It's what a couple of people have said. I talked to a couple of Gryffindors, but I usually don't believe what they say?"

"Why not?"
"Well, they're supposed to say good things about their team, unless they suck. If not, then they're supposed to give compliments. If you asked any us of what we think, we'd say our team is the best."

"Who usually wins at your school?"

"It's random. We won my first year and third year. The third year was crazy. Longest Quidditch game I had ever watched."

"How long was it?"

"It was eight hours straight. I had fallen asleep once. And had to run and use the bathroom a lot."

"Okay, students. Lights out!" said Professor McGonagall standing at the entrance of the Great Hall.

"Sweet dreams."

The candles hovering in the Hall went out with a breeze and students immediately started getting settled for their slumber.

"Night, Harry," said Kareem unexpectantly.

"Hm. G'night."