Chapter Twenty
You Look so Much Like Them
The next morning was very chaotic. When she and Hermione had gotten back up to their dorm, they had fallen asleep, exhausted from the night of dancing. She was shook awake by Ginny, who had come storming into the dorm about thirty five minutes before the train was going to leave for holiday. Cailee hastily grabbed a small suitcase that Hermione had magicked for her, since she wouldn't need her trunk for the whole holiday. They didn't grab any food, nor did Cailee bother with her hair or make up. It was all exactly as it had been last night, nix the robes she had been wearing. They finally made it down to the train station when the conductors were blowing the five minute whistle.
"Whew," Hermione said, pulling her suitcase that had been brought down to the platform, and putting it up on the shelf. "That was close."
"Yeah it was," Cailee said, slumping down into the compartment they had found the boys in. They gave each other a girls-are-weird look, before looking away before they started laughing. Cailee punched Ron gently in the arm, and he faked pain. Ginny got out some homework she had been assigned over break, and started doing it, hoping she could get most of it done on the train ride home. Cailee followed suit; Snape had loaded them with potions they needed to research, and two essays' they had to write; Binns had also assigned them a three foot parchment essay due back first day of break on Why Trolls Had Been Segregated from the Wizarding Race. How boring…not to mention McGonagall's assignment. They had received their final acceptance letters, and Cailee was going to be trained as a Medic-witch. Now McGonagall wanted them to write about how this career would help them in the future, what they planned to do with the knowledge they acquired, and why had they chosen that specific one.
Before Cailee knew it, the lunch witch rolled around, with her usual trolley. She took a quick glance at it, but before she could say anything, Ron said, "Wow! Fred and George have been busy! They've got four more products out on the market!" Harry bought some for everyone, and they giggled about them. One made your head swell to two or three times its normal size, and one turned you blue. Snow had begun to fall when Cailee and Ginny finally decided they were done with their homework, and joined the other three in Exploding Snap and wizards' chess. Ginny was just as good as Ron, if not better. They had each won one game, and it was actually pretty intense, considering it was chess.
After a long while, the train began to slow, and Cailee began to feel excited, and slightly nervous. She didn't know Mrs. Weasley, what if she didn't like Cailee? What if she felt intimidated by Cailee and her family's power? Maybe she didn't even believe in her family, like so many others. But they were there. They existed. They always had.
"Harry! Hermione! Ron! Ginny!" shouted a short, red haired witch, standing near the platform. "
The five of them walked over to Mrs. Weasley and they all hugged her, except Cailee. When she was done hugging the others, she looked Cailee up and down, before whispering, "You look so much like them," and pulled her into a hug. Cailee was taken aback. She looked so much like whom? She was beginning to think that she was going to kill Jacob and Isaac if they had spilled the beans about their family. But all the same, Cailee hugged her back, feeling very gracious about her open show of hospitality.
"Come on now, children," she said, turning and starting to push her way through the station. "And tell me all about how school's been this term. And I hope you do find our place of residence especially pleasant for you, Cailee, dear." Cailee blushed pink and looked down at the ground.
She was used to being admired and praised at home. It was apart of her daily life. But here, it just felt…wrong. She was playing these people, shamming them into believing she was something she wasn't. Well that's not entirely true, she thought. They just don't know why I'm here.
She was startled out of her thoughts though, when Ron and Hermione had gotten into fight over who was going to ride inthe front seatof the Weasleys' new car.
Author's Notes: I'm a bit shamed to admit that this is my shortest chapter, ever! 774 words, how horrible. But anyways, Christmas Break! Things start to get a bit confusing soon, so if you have any questions about whats going on, just leave me a review on it, and I'll get back to you!