This originally stopped after the conversation, and was very short. But I decided to introduce some of Sandy's life since you all liked her so much, and many of you requested to see more of her. Next chapter is the Ball!
Seven:
"Well!" Sandy exclaimed, breaking the silence in the room as she noticed Lucius staring at her unblinkingly.
"Miss Carson, you attend school in America?" Lucius asked.
"Yes. Hermione is only my teacher for the Movement, she regularly drags me through fireplaces." Sandy rolled her eyes.
"Why don't you just transfer to Hogwarts?" Lucius pried, he moved to sit in Hermione's vacated chair next to Sandy.
"I…how can I put this? I don't use a wand."
"Miss Granger doesn't appear to use hers very often either." he observed.
"You have to learn wandless magic to a certain extent for the Movement, especially at Hermione's level. She just took I further, her wand almost never leaves her pocket. I'm different though." Sandy sighed.
"How so?"
"My school isn't just a school, it's a muggle orphanage. My…abilities…were discovered at a young age, but the nuns discouraged me. I didn't understand my own unique place until I met Hermione about a year ago, when I was recruited."
"You are truly remarkable, Sandy Carson." Lucius said softly.
"Oh, crap! What time is it?" Sandy blurted.
"A quarter of eleven."
"I have to go. If one of the Sisters finds me out of bed again they'll have Hermione's head. They hate her!" she muttered to herself.
Lucius helped her collect her belongings and walked her to the fireplace. He threw some shimmering powder into he flames and placed her bag in them.
"I hope to see you soon." he said softly.
Before Sandy could register what was happening, Lucius had brushed his lips gently against hers, and disappeared. The blonde blinked several times, then shakily turned to the fire and vanished.
Sandy stepped out of the fireplace to her bedroom at St. John's Academy. She hurried across the room and stripped off her clothes, throwing a silky nightdress over her head and jumping under the covers. Just as she settled in, a head peaked inside the door. Sandy pretended to be asleep. She heard the door squeak closed.
"No use pretending, I heard you drop something."
Sandy jumped out of bed and looked at the girl standing in her doorway. Long, wavy brown hair reached her waist. It was tousled from sleep, and her deep brown eyes were slightly closed over. The girl smiled sneakily and sat on the edge of Sandy's bed.
"Hello to you to, Allé ." Sandy smirked.
"How did it go?" Allessandra Cortex grinned.
"Great. We were just getting into it when those two guys interrupted though. Then we had our little 'meeting'." she said.
"Whoa. Stop. Rewind. Play. Guys?"
"Yes…..men. Two of them.": Sandy giggled.
"Details. Now." Allessandra demanded.
"Well, I think the one sorta has a thing for Hermione. He used to be her professor. He's really tall and has these amazing dark eyes. Not especially stunning, but handsome still."
"I envy you. And the other?" Allessandra scooted forward expectantly.
"Tall. Blonde. Sort of silver looking eyes. Drop. Dead. Gorgeous." Sandy grinned mischievously.
The two girls froze. Footsteps could be heard walking down the hall. Allessandra hurriedly jumped up from the bed and hid under it while Sandy grabbed the covers and flung them over herself, pretending once again to be sleeping soundly.
A head popped in the door, glancing about the room and nodding to itself when it saw the steady rhythm of breathing from the bed. The door closed, and Allessandra flew from under the bed and grabbed the jar on the mantle. She threw some powder in and grinned at Sandy. Her room would be checked any minute. Sandy waited until the other girl had stepped into the fire before saying;
"Oh, did I mention he kissed me goodnight?"
Sandy laughed softly at the indignant squeal that issued from the direction of the fireplace. Allé would be furious with her. Oh, well. She'd answer all her friend's pestering questions in the morning. Now she was going to sleep…and maybe dream.