Here's the Second Chapter- Arrivals, Redheads, and New People
Chapter Two
June 21st came faster than I expected and I just stared at my plane as my friends waved teary goodbyes and called for me IM them. I grabbed my lime green duffle bag and hurriedly scampered onto the plane. I love flying. That's wahy I'm such a good Quidditch player. Mad skills.
The cheeky flight attendnt led me to my First Class seat and asked me if I needed to know where the bathroom was. I looked at her as if she was insane and she went away. Of course I knew where the bathroom was. Itwas in the back of the plane. Duh! I grabbed my nano ipod, my book The Last Juror and quickly fell into unawares and forgot where I was.
Two hours later I looked up from the end of my book as the Cell Block Tango ended as saw the seatbelt button was on. We were descending. When we touched down I grabbed my back and stormed out of there. I was anxious to see my friends again. I looked around and saw Dragon's cage and grabbed that as well. Soon I heard strains of " Tomlynson, Hunter Tomlynson!" I saw a tall man in a leather jacket and a London Calling shirton holding a white sign that clearly read:
HUNTER TOMLYNSON!
I rolled my eyes. My ride, obviously a Muggle. I curled my lip in disgust. He was slightly over weight and had a scragly beard. Not to mention he was smoking a drooping cigarrette. Yick! I walked over to him. " Uh, yes." I said. " I'm Hunter."
"Nife to meet choo," the man replied through his cig. I waved a puff of smoke out of my face with one hand.
"Uh, would it be too much to ask if you could...throw out your cigarrette? It's making it hard to breathe."
The man nodded. " Sure sweetheart." But he left that disgusting roll of nicotine in his grimy mouth.
Fifteen minutes later, I was getting out of a cab smelling of smoke and anger as heck. " Thanks," I growled and, of course, gave no tip. The man, his name was Bernie he said, glared at me, but I ignored him. He didn't deserve a tip. In one act of disgust i quickly reached in and grabbed his cigarrette from his mouth and the pack from his pocket. I quickly dropped tham on the ground and stamped on them with the heel of my boot. I held my head high and pushed open the gate and the door and waited until the man was gone to turn around and examine the house.
It was strangely immaculate and quiet. " Hello," I called. " Where is everybody?" I walked through the house and pushed open the doors to the garden...
Where I was met by a huge: " Surprise!" and was tackled by a big red head boy. " Augh!" I screamed. " George! Fred! These are new jeans!"
I pushed the wrestling twins off of me and grabbed Ginny's hand. " They still want a re-match form last year's Wrestling match, you know." She informed me.
I cocked an eyebrow and nodded. " I thought as much! They were so ashamed when I beat them and used every excuse in the book to explain why they lost."
Ginny nodded seriuosly and we both looked seriously at eachother for a few seconds. Then we both cracked up and squealed. " Oh Hunter!" Ginny shrieked. " I'm sooo gald to see you!"
" I know Gin! I missed you too." Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around to see Molly. I was promptly buried in one of her fanous hugs and gave a muffled grunt. " I missed you too Molly." For the next few minutes it was all hugs and missed you and suchs.
When we were all done Ron grabbed my wristand led me over to where two people I didn't recognize sat. They were talking quietly and the boy looked distressed. Ron pushed me forward and I turned around and whacked him in the shoulder. " Harry, Hermione. This is Hunter." Ron explained.
I smiled sweetly and complied: " Ron has told me so much about you." Hermione grinned. " So, why are you transferring to Hogwarts?"
Ron gave me a glance and there was a warning in his eyes. " Oh..." I muttered. " Um..."
Hermione noticed the uncomfortable feeling in the air and bent down to where Dragon sat. " What a cute pup-" she began but I cut her off by swooping down and scooping Dragon up in my arms. Ron looked panicked and Hermione looked shocked at my actions.
"Hemione," Ron began. " Uh, around Dragon there are some things you have to be careful about. To pet him, you have to extend your hand gentley and wait until Dragon has blown three quick breaths onto your palm. Only then can you touch Dragon and only pet him behind his ears or stroke his snout until you have known him better."
Hermione muttered under her breath: " How queer..." as I bent and placed Dragon before her. He eyed her warily and bared his little fangs. Hermione, who had stuck her hand, quickly withdrew it and shrieked. " It's got fangs!"
Harry glanced weirdly at me. " You look familiar. Was your mom in Gryffindor,uh... Allison Parker?"
" Yeah!" I exclaimed. " How'd you know?"
" She has a plaque in the Quidditch Hall Of Fame in Hogwarts. She was really good."
" Yep! Some of her talent rubbed off on me."
Ron snorted. " That's an understatement."
From there we all hit it off really well. Hermione and I actually had alot in common and were able to hold a converstaion really easily. Harry and I though got along even better. We talked almost non-stop about Quidditch and had a really great time performing complicated moves on our brooms. We even got Hermione on a broom once. Then it was time to bed.
I crawled into the lower bunk of the twin's bunk beds. I got their room since I was here. I sighed happily and Dragon cuddled up into the curve my bent knees made. I rubbed his stomach and murmurred: " Yeah, Dragon. I'm really gonna enjoy it her too." And with that I fell asleep.
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