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Authors Note: Hullo everybody. Well I'm back again with a incredibly short chapter. Sorry but, well. I suffered from writers block and I just couldn't find my writing muse. Resulting in a long wait. But here is another chapter, I'm hoping it's a fair bit better than the last few. Please review, the more I get, the more I know what to do with the story.
Summary: Taken from the Potters at birth, Justine grows up at the home of the Dark Lord. At the age of 17 she is granted the chance to finally attend Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry where she befriends the quiet Blaise Zabini. But is there a catch?
"Wuh? Oh yeah, Uh when I got here I went up to the Headmistress's office and she plunked the sorting hat on my head. How I got into Hufflepuff I don't know. I mean, just? I don't even share my cookies!" Justine exclaimed, making everybody in the room laugh. " The hat's smart, it must have a reason." Megan chided. "True." Susan nodded. "So what's your timetable for tomorrow?" Justine asked. "Uh first I have transfiguration, then potions, DADA, Charms, Ancient Runes and then Arithmacy." Megan said.
"How…. Fun."
"Mmhmm."
"Anyone want to go downstairs with me?"
"Sure in a minute."
Chapter 4: Common Room; Cold Stares and Evil Glares
Justine got up and slowly made her way to the door of the sett.
"It's been a minute… Let's go."
Megan glanced up lazily from her thick battered book. "Mehhh."
Susan glanced over at the ruffled brunette ruefully.
"I'll go with you." Rose offered politely.
Justine smiled and opened the door and slid out - followed by Rose who shot an apprehensive glare at Meg before shutting the door.
"She always like that?"
Rose was brought back into her head when Justine's voice broke the silence.
Rose nodded. "Not quite sure why I put up with her… But we do, and she's not all bad, just – she has her moods…"
Much to Justine's dismay, their jabber about their dorm companions was cut short by the large mass of noise that enveloped the common room.
"This.." Rose gestured towards the common room. "..is generally more – how should I put it; less upbeat." The short blonde explained whilst dodging a flying object and excused herself while she greeted a few of the other students.
After waiting a minute, Justine lost interest and shuffled towards a large puffy armchair and dropped into it, sinking into the squishy seat.
"Oi, outta my chair." She turned her head, eyes landing on a short blonde boy, lips pursed, obviously ticked at the thought of 'his chair' being occupied by another's rump.
Rose excused herself from a conversation with a seemingly younger girl and squeezed through the common room turmoil and strode towards Justine, who was rooted to the spot, eyes narrowed defiantly at the 7th year prat positioned in front of her.
"Well? Are you going to move or wh-"
"Ernie." A cold voice echoed from behind the chair.
"Rose, and what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Stuff it you prick."
"C'mon lets go." Justin muttered, furrowing her brows and straightening herself out of the chair. She took the moment to move towards the middle of the room.
She was contentedly examining the room when Rose returned, tailed by three boys. Justine raised her eyebrows in acknowledgement and stifled a yawn.
"Justine – This is Wayne Hopkins," she gestured to a tall copper haired youth "Zacharias Smith" she poked her index finger towards a bored, sandy-blonde haired boy "and Justin -"
"Flinch-Fletchey" the stocky dark haired lad finished.
Justine just stood. Awkwardly and silently. She eyed Rose, who gave her a encouraging nod and a hand gesture perhaps beckoning her to introduce herself.
Eyes still on Rose she half-hazardly began to introduce herself, "er, m'names Justine P-Evans".
A hand shot to her mouth in horror as she almost carelessly tossed out her real last name. Not that it would matter, the boys would probably think she fancied Harry to the point of fantasizing about being married to the boy. Which, of course, was not the case.
Thank heavens.
"Pleased to meet you Pevans." Wayne announced cheerfully. Justin extended a hand.
"My name isn't Pevans it's Evans. " she corrected dryly.
She remained silent and unmoving. Heat creeping up her neck, threatening to redden her ears.
"Er.. She obviously doesn't do formalities and we have to go." Rose grinned sheepishly and tugged Justine out of sight.
"Bugger, I thought Megan was rude, what's up with you?"
Justine shrugged.
"Overwhelmed I guess."