A/N: Alright, I can't very well leave you hanging like that! So, I present to you a new and improved....
Disclaimer: Oh, alright! I haven't done one of these in forever so here ya go! Do I have to explain any further? Why are you plaguing me! READ THE FRIGGIN' STORY ALREADY!
Chapter Twenty-Six: I'm All Alone...There's No One Here Beside Me! (Another old song...I'm on some kind of old song binge...)
Harry was starting to worry about Kit. She didn't come down for lunch, and refused to talk to anyone but Ikis, who stayed in the room with her. Hermione and Ginny were trying to talk to her through her curtains, but she would stop talking whenever they came into the room. Ron didn't say anything, he didn't even look depressed. He, like the twins, actually looked kind of angry about the whole thing.
"She says she'll come down for supper," Ginny reported to Harry, "She just needs to get ready...She looks terrible."
Harry sighed and turned to Ron, who was scribbling on a roll of parchment, "What are you doing?"
Ron looked up, befuddled, "Er--nothing! Just writing an essay I forgot to do over the holidays..."
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(I can't stand this! He won't even look at me...Why is he acting so strangely? Does he even understand what happened? Does he know that I wasn't the one who wrote that letter?) Kit looked hopefully at Ron as he reached out...and grabbed the rolls.
"We just heard!" Angelina said urgently to her as she sat on her other side, "Why'd your mother move you to Slytherin?"
"It's rather not something I'd like for you to know," Kit replied edgily, looking at Ron, who was glaring at his meatloaf.
George snapped suddenly, "Why not?"
Harry swiveled around to stare at him as Kit replied, "It's not exactly something I'm proud of. My parents had a stupid notion, and now I have to pay the consequences."
"Tell us then!" Fred hissed, his expression mingled with anger, "What are you so ashamed about?"
Kit gaped at him, her eyes filling with tears, "What? I-I..."
She glared back at him, tears finally streaming down her face, "This is exactly why I didn't want to come down! Do you really want to know why? I'm betrothed to Draco, alright! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!"
George's eyes widened, and he hastily sought for an apology, "I'm sorry, I had no idea--"
"Of course you didn't! You didn't even care, you don't even understand! And you!" Kit turned to Ron, who was watching the scene before him with a solemn expression, as if it were some kind of play, "You said you cared about me! You said you loved me. And now you're acting as if this is something that I did, as if it's my fault. I can't believe you! The only people who really care won't even stick up for me!"
She felt as if her whole world was crashing down around her, all of the feelings she had kept hidden since they got back. She had been a fool to think that any of them would understand, and a fool to think that Ron would actually care.
Kit ignored them all as she stood up and left the room dramatically, leaving an unearthly silence in her wake.
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Harry watched as Kit grabbed her trunk and broom, Ikis slung around her neck, sleeping peacefully. She ignored his goodbye's, but gave him a short hug, waved slightly, and walked out of the portait hole.
"I hope this doesn't change anything," Ginny said quietly, "It's just so terrible."
Ron glared at her, "Ginny, do me a favor and shut up about it, I don't feel like talking or hearing about her."
Hermione and Ginny glared back, clearly appalled at the way he was acting. Derek Kingston, who was talking to Dean and Seamus about some of his old memories of Kit, stood up and sauntered over to Ron, staring him in the face.
"Look," He snarled, "I don't care how much you think this is her fault, but you need to act a little more understanding towards her. She's been through a lot and she doesn't need to deal with this...this shit you're putting her through. I've known Kit since she was five, and she's always had it bad. She was teased and ridiculed when she was young, and even beaten by some of the other orphans, so you don't need to act like you're so misunderstood and so hurt, because you don't even know what it's like to be put through a real hell. So, you do us all a favor and shut the fuck up whining about yourself."
Ron was looking straight into his eyes, his own watering as he scowled. Harry was watching both of them in awe, not even noticing that Professor McGonagall was watching everything from the portrait hole.
"I don't care anymore," Ron said simply. Derek smirked and walked back over to his former seat. Harry knew he was lying. Ron did care, he was just too stubborn to admit it.
"That will be enough!" Professor McGonagall finally interjected, but she didn't really have to. The whole room before her was as still and quiet. "Now that you are all done with your little fiasco, I would like to make announcement. As you all know, Miss Clivelle is no longer in our house, but she will always be accepted here. And if any of you would like to owl her, you must run it through me first. Now, if you would all proceed to the Great Hall for breakfast, then we'd be settled."
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Kit looked around Snape's office, trying to compose herself. She didn't feel like making herself seem like a sniveling little child on the first day she was in Slytherin. Whether Ron realized it or not, he had hurt her badly. No, he hadn't just hurt her, he had also made her life worse than before. Kit glanced up as the professor walked through the door, stalking his way to the desk.
"So," Snape said, sitting down and surveying her tersely, "You'll be in my house from now on and I expect you to behave as a Slytherin. I do not wish for your arrogant Gryffindor ways to decline my house's honor, so if you would diverge yourself of that ignorant Gryffindor air, I will probably be able to tolerate you, as will my house.
"Now, there are only five simple rules as to how you are to carry on in my house, and they are all along the same guidelines: obey me, and you should fare well. As I do not have the time to explain every little thing to you, I have taken the liberty of assigning the task to one of your new housemates. You are to spend the next week with him and learn the cliched 'ropes'.
"Now, I will leave you here to meet him and get acquainted so that I may go and perform my professorial duties. Good day."
Snape smiled at her shortly, then stood, walking to the door then turning right back around, frowning, "Sorry, I almost forgot...cæruleus-argenteus." He waved his wand at her luggage, making it emit a series of green sparks. He then swept out of the room.
Kit looked after him, still standing dumbfounded in her spot. She had barely enough time to comprehend a thing that he had said, much less to argue or even say hello. (Diverge myself of my Gryffindor air? What was that about the helper or...what?) Kit's forehead creased as she stood, musing to herself.
"Someone's deep in thought," Came a cold drawl from the doorway. Even though she wasn't looking at him, she could still feel his smirking eyes upon her.
"What, are you his favorite or something!" Kit said impatiently, turning to meet his cold gaze.
He rolled his eyes, "Really, like he has a heart enough to appoint something as frivilious as a favorite...Eitherways, I am here, and we need to be heading off to the commonroom, before my companions miss the chance to greet you accordingly."
"Whatever, so long as I get out of here, it's creepy..." Kit reached for her things, but was shunted aside.
Draco tutted, lifting her things, "Now I wouldn't be much of a gentlemen if I let you carry your bags, now would I?"
"Don't kid yourself, none of us think of you as a gentlemen," Ikis muttered, shocking him. Kit grinned.
"Great, a talking cat..." He mumbled as they walked out of the room and down some steps. Kit wasn't doing a very good job of lagging, like she promised herself she was going to.
They finally reached a large and smooth stone wall, where Draco whispered the password, just saying it loud enough for the two of them to hear, "Pureblood."
"How suspenseful..." Kit hissed as the wall parted, opening to reveal a large and cold room.
She only saw five students, but knew all of nonetheless. Nina Snape and Blaise Zabini were sitting together on a long green couch, curled up and watching the entrance sinisterly. Pansy was sitting on the arm of a large chair where Kyle Holland was sitting, his little sister on the other arm.
"Well," Draco said, smirking at Kit, "Welcome to Slytherin!"
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A/N: Now then! I'll be explaining the accomadations next chapter, and maybe even giving a short lesson on how to treat your housemate! *Kit sticks out her tongue and flips the author off* Hey! No rude hand-gestures! *Ginny and Harry shrug and shake their heads as the twins and Ron leave the room.* It was inevitable...
Disclaimer: Oh, alright! I haven't done one of these in forever so here ya go! Do I have to explain any further? Why are you plaguing me! READ THE FRIGGIN' STORY ALREADY!
Chapter Twenty-Six: I'm All Alone...There's No One Here Beside Me! (Another old song...I'm on some kind of old song binge...)
Harry was starting to worry about Kit. She didn't come down for lunch, and refused to talk to anyone but Ikis, who stayed in the room with her. Hermione and Ginny were trying to talk to her through her curtains, but she would stop talking whenever they came into the room. Ron didn't say anything, he didn't even look depressed. He, like the twins, actually looked kind of angry about the whole thing.
"She says she'll come down for supper," Ginny reported to Harry, "She just needs to get ready...She looks terrible."
Harry sighed and turned to Ron, who was scribbling on a roll of parchment, "What are you doing?"
Ron looked up, befuddled, "Er--nothing! Just writing an essay I forgot to do over the holidays..."
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(I can't stand this! He won't even look at me...Why is he acting so strangely? Does he even understand what happened? Does he know that I wasn't the one who wrote that letter?) Kit looked hopefully at Ron as he reached out...and grabbed the rolls.
"We just heard!" Angelina said urgently to her as she sat on her other side, "Why'd your mother move you to Slytherin?"
"It's rather not something I'd like for you to know," Kit replied edgily, looking at Ron, who was glaring at his meatloaf.
George snapped suddenly, "Why not?"
Harry swiveled around to stare at him as Kit replied, "It's not exactly something I'm proud of. My parents had a stupid notion, and now I have to pay the consequences."
"Tell us then!" Fred hissed, his expression mingled with anger, "What are you so ashamed about?"
Kit gaped at him, her eyes filling with tears, "What? I-I..."
She glared back at him, tears finally streaming down her face, "This is exactly why I didn't want to come down! Do you really want to know why? I'm betrothed to Draco, alright! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!"
George's eyes widened, and he hastily sought for an apology, "I'm sorry, I had no idea--"
"Of course you didn't! You didn't even care, you don't even understand! And you!" Kit turned to Ron, who was watching the scene before him with a solemn expression, as if it were some kind of play, "You said you cared about me! You said you loved me. And now you're acting as if this is something that I did, as if it's my fault. I can't believe you! The only people who really care won't even stick up for me!"
She felt as if her whole world was crashing down around her, all of the feelings she had kept hidden since they got back. She had been a fool to think that any of them would understand, and a fool to think that Ron would actually care.
Kit ignored them all as she stood up and left the room dramatically, leaving an unearthly silence in her wake.
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Harry watched as Kit grabbed her trunk and broom, Ikis slung around her neck, sleeping peacefully. She ignored his goodbye's, but gave him a short hug, waved slightly, and walked out of the portait hole.
"I hope this doesn't change anything," Ginny said quietly, "It's just so terrible."
Ron glared at her, "Ginny, do me a favor and shut up about it, I don't feel like talking or hearing about her."
Hermione and Ginny glared back, clearly appalled at the way he was acting. Derek Kingston, who was talking to Dean and Seamus about some of his old memories of Kit, stood up and sauntered over to Ron, staring him in the face.
"Look," He snarled, "I don't care how much you think this is her fault, but you need to act a little more understanding towards her. She's been through a lot and she doesn't need to deal with this...this shit you're putting her through. I've known Kit since she was five, and she's always had it bad. She was teased and ridiculed when she was young, and even beaten by some of the other orphans, so you don't need to act like you're so misunderstood and so hurt, because you don't even know what it's like to be put through a real hell. So, you do us all a favor and shut the fuck up whining about yourself."
Ron was looking straight into his eyes, his own watering as he scowled. Harry was watching both of them in awe, not even noticing that Professor McGonagall was watching everything from the portrait hole.
"I don't care anymore," Ron said simply. Derek smirked and walked back over to his former seat. Harry knew he was lying. Ron did care, he was just too stubborn to admit it.
"That will be enough!" Professor McGonagall finally interjected, but she didn't really have to. The whole room before her was as still and quiet. "Now that you are all done with your little fiasco, I would like to make announcement. As you all know, Miss Clivelle is no longer in our house, but she will always be accepted here. And if any of you would like to owl her, you must run it through me first. Now, if you would all proceed to the Great Hall for breakfast, then we'd be settled."
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Kit looked around Snape's office, trying to compose herself. She didn't feel like making herself seem like a sniveling little child on the first day she was in Slytherin. Whether Ron realized it or not, he had hurt her badly. No, he hadn't just hurt her, he had also made her life worse than before. Kit glanced up as the professor walked through the door, stalking his way to the desk.
"So," Snape said, sitting down and surveying her tersely, "You'll be in my house from now on and I expect you to behave as a Slytherin. I do not wish for your arrogant Gryffindor ways to decline my house's honor, so if you would diverge yourself of that ignorant Gryffindor air, I will probably be able to tolerate you, as will my house.
"Now, there are only five simple rules as to how you are to carry on in my house, and they are all along the same guidelines: obey me, and you should fare well. As I do not have the time to explain every little thing to you, I have taken the liberty of assigning the task to one of your new housemates. You are to spend the next week with him and learn the cliched 'ropes'.
"Now, I will leave you here to meet him and get acquainted so that I may go and perform my professorial duties. Good day."
Snape smiled at her shortly, then stood, walking to the door then turning right back around, frowning, "Sorry, I almost forgot...cæruleus-argenteus." He waved his wand at her luggage, making it emit a series of green sparks. He then swept out of the room.
Kit looked after him, still standing dumbfounded in her spot. She had barely enough time to comprehend a thing that he had said, much less to argue or even say hello. (Diverge myself of my Gryffindor air? What was that about the helper or...what?) Kit's forehead creased as she stood, musing to herself.
"Someone's deep in thought," Came a cold drawl from the doorway. Even though she wasn't looking at him, she could still feel his smirking eyes upon her.
"What, are you his favorite or something!" Kit said impatiently, turning to meet his cold gaze.
He rolled his eyes, "Really, like he has a heart enough to appoint something as frivilious as a favorite...Eitherways, I am here, and we need to be heading off to the commonroom, before my companions miss the chance to greet you accordingly."
"Whatever, so long as I get out of here, it's creepy..." Kit reached for her things, but was shunted aside.
Draco tutted, lifting her things, "Now I wouldn't be much of a gentlemen if I let you carry your bags, now would I?"
"Don't kid yourself, none of us think of you as a gentlemen," Ikis muttered, shocking him. Kit grinned.
"Great, a talking cat..." He mumbled as they walked out of the room and down some steps. Kit wasn't doing a very good job of lagging, like she promised herself she was going to.
They finally reached a large and smooth stone wall, where Draco whispered the password, just saying it loud enough for the two of them to hear, "Pureblood."
"How suspenseful..." Kit hissed as the wall parted, opening to reveal a large and cold room.
She only saw five students, but knew all of nonetheless. Nina Snape and Blaise Zabini were sitting together on a long green couch, curled up and watching the entrance sinisterly. Pansy was sitting on the arm of a large chair where Kyle Holland was sitting, his little sister on the other arm.
"Well," Draco said, smirking at Kit, "Welcome to Slytherin!"
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A/N: Now then! I'll be explaining the accomadations next chapter, and maybe even giving a short lesson on how to treat your housemate! *Kit sticks out her tongue and flips the author off* Hey! No rude hand-gestures! *Ginny and Harry shrug and shake their heads as the twins and Ron leave the room.* It was inevitable...