I am unwritten, can't read
my mind, I'm undefined.
I'm just beginning
Pen in my hand,
ending unplanned.
Tell me the name of the song and/or the author, and you'll get… uh… a cookie? A part in the story? Blah, We'll figure something out.
In which Tabitha gets a kiss
Or
In which Tabitha has a nice chat with her conscience.
Chapter Six:
Just when I thought that the outside of Hogwarts was the most amazing thing I've ever seen, they put me in the Great Hall.
Now that was defiantly the most amazing thing I've ever seen.
And the ceiling- oh the ceiling.
There is not enough words in the English, French, OR Spanish language to convey the magnitude of wonder that the Great Hall is.
"Hermione! Wait! Wait for me-umph."
"Ms. Kibby, please do watch where you're going. Follow me."
"Yes 'mam."
Professor McGonagall had seemed quite different at the burrow. I remembered that we were in school, and that this was probably her teaching persona.
"You'll be sorted first, before the first years, so walk up there and get in front."
She had led me out of the Great Hall, and into a small corridor, with 30 or 40 pale children.
I walked up to the front.
"What's your last name?" asked a soft voice behind me, and I turned to see a small, brown haired girl.
"Kibby." I answered, "And yours?"
"Audley. Shouldn't you be back in the 'k's?"
I shook my head, "I'll be in 6th year. I transferred from America."
She smiled, "Oh. I'm from Ireland."
"You have a lovely accent." I whispered, noticing the great rumble of voices in the Great Hall go silent.
The door in front of me opened, and I quickly smiled at the girl, "See you later."
I walked out, cringing under the stare of so many people.
"Ms. Tabitha Kibby has transferred from America. She'll be joining the 6th year." Professor McGonagall said, her voice magnified to reach the back of the room.
She gestured to a stool, and I sat. And suddenly, a hat was placed upon my head.
Could it be?
"Could it be what?" I asked, remembering to talk inside my head as Ginny had instructed.
You are a Kibby, are you not?
"yes."
"Your parents went to school here, did you know that?"
"No, they went to school in America."
No. Those weren't your parents. Your parents came here. Their names were Alice and John, were they not?
"Yes. But my parents went to school in-
"yes, whatever you say dear child. Now what house to pick…
"What house is Ginny Weasley in?"
Weasley…Weasley… We've had many of those. They've all gone into Gryffindor.
"Then could I be there too? Everyone I know is there."
But wouldn't you like to go into Slytherin? I hear they have far more fun.
"No. Gryffindor please."
But you'd do so well in-
"please!"
"You're just like the rest of them. A set mind where to go, eh?"
"Of course."
"Well then…"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The applause and cheers instantly rang into my ears, and I sat down in a seat beside Ginny.
"Samantha, Audley" Called Professor McGonagall, and the short brown haired girl came out. She had a angelic smile on her face, and her deep green eyes sparkled in the light.
She sat on the stool, and it only took a second for the hat to figure it out.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
I smiled and clapped, patting her hand as she sat down across from me.
She smiled and looked around, before looking back at me.
"I'm so glad I got into Gryffindor. I really didn't want to go into Slytherin, and Ravenclaw sounds boring, and Hufflepuff sounds like pink bunnies. Blah."
I laughed, and she grinned wider, until Ginny coughed and tapped me on the shoulder.
"Oh, sorry," I whispered as the hall grew silent, "Ginny, this is Samantha. She was first in line until I came along. Samantha, this is my best friend, Ginny."
Samantha grinned and waved at Ginny, and Ginny did the same.
I didn't recognize and of the names, but I know some people did. That night in the Gryffindor common room, Samantha and I were talking, while Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione chatted about some of the new first years.
As soon as I started talking to Samantha, I realized she wasn't like the rest of the first years. She was bold and outgoing. Something that the rest of them severely lacked. She wasn't afraid to smile at the older kids, or wave, or even stop to say hello.
"I went to a muggle primary school." She commented, "So I'm used to having loads of people older than me. Most magical folk don't send their kids to Muggle schools, but mine did. They said that they would rather me be well rounded in both worlds, so I would have a wider job possibilities when I got older."
I nodded, "Well, I grew up muggle, so I've been in muggle school my whole life also."
We chatted some more, and then she requested that I call her Sam.
"Samantha sounds much too doll-like." She reported.
"Indeed it does."
That night in bed, I laid there, looking at the charmed ceiling.
This is all going to fast. I… I want it to slow down.
The summer's gone, and I'm already sleeping at Hogwarts. Where has my life gone? Where is it taking me?
…
I couldn't sleep that night. At about two in the morning, I stood up and walked down to the common room. Fixing myself on the couch, blanket in hand and pillow under my head, I looked at the fire.
Suddenly, the Fat Lady portrait opened, and in stumbled Ron.
"Oh… er… hi." He said when he glanced up at me, "I was just… uh… down in the kitchens. Didn't eat much at supper ya know.."
I laughed softly, "I sooo doubt that, Ron."
He walked over, "Want some company?"
I nodded and pulled my knees up to my chest.
"Can't sleep?" He asked, placing his hand on my arm.
I shook my head, "Too many things going on."
"Look- I… I know this probably isn't a good time but… Tabitha, I really-
The portrait slammed open, and a dark hooded figure stepped through, glancing around.
Ron was immediately on his feet, pushing himself in front of me.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" He cried, disarming the figure.
"Mr. Weasley!" It said, pulling off the hood, "I beg of you, don't make any noise!"
"Pro-Professor Sn-nape." He stumbled over his words.
"yes. Now do you happen to know where Potter sleeps?" Snape snapped, sending Ron off running upstairs to fetch him. Quietly of course.
I sat back on the couch, pulling the blanket up to my pajama-clad chest. I stared into the fire, not daring to look at the Professor.
Harry stumbled down the steps, his wand and a cloak in hand.
"You wanted to see me Professor?"
"You are needed in the Headmaster's office."
Harry nodded, suddenly full awake, and followed.
I looked quickly back at Ron, "What was that about?" I asked worriedly.
He sat, shaking onto the couch. There was a long silence, but finally, he looked up and said, "Tabby, I'm scared for Harry."
I nodded, sitting beside him and taking his hand, "What's going on Ron?" I whispered, lifting my hand to his face to turn it to look at me, "what should I be aware of?"
"He's probably gone off with Dumbledore by now. They've probably found out the location of the seventh horcrux."
I closed my eyes and wracked my brain for the definition. Dumbledore told me but…
"Voldemort's soul." I whispered, and Ron nodded, standing up and pacing in front of the fire place.
"They've done this twice before. In the middle of the night. This is the last thing we need. And when it's gone…" He trailed off, stopping right in between the fire and me.
The red glow behind him illuminated his hair and accented his figure. It seemed as though he was on fire himself.
"Tabitha, I do believe we're going to have a war before Christmas."
My eyes widened, and Ron came to sit back beside me, turning his head into the fire.
"Or at least before the school year is over."
When I awoke, I was lying against Ron's chest. A deep rumble had startled me awake, and I looked up to see Ron…
Snoring? I couldn't believe it. Ron snores? And LOUD too! I giggled, sitting up stiffly, as to not wake him.
"Wha-a?" He asked, sliding his hand through his hair and slowly opening his eyes.
I tried to vanish the grin, but it seemed plastered to my face.
"What?"
I shook my head and looked at the ashes in the fireplace.
"What?" He said sounding annoyed, but a grin on his face all the same.
I giggled.
"What?" He said, attacking my ribs with tickles.
"Noooo. You SNORE!" I screeched, throwing my hands at anything in my surroundings that I could get them on; the back of the couch, the useless pillow, the spare blanket; anything.
He stopped, smiling, "Is that all?"
I nodded.
"Your very profound, Tabby."
I smiled, and suddenly.
"Matnetisium!" a first-year-sounding-squeaky voice yelled.
I turned to see two first years having a mock battle, coming down the staircase, just in time to see a spiraling purple light hit Ron and I right in the faces.
I waited to see what the spell would do, and 5 minutes later, I opened my eyes.
Ron was looking around, at me, at him, and then back at me, "It didn't do anything."
"Maybe it wasn't a real spell."
He shrugged, and leaned forward to grab the pillow from behind me, I tried to move out of his way, but I couldn't, I was resisting it, but something was pulling me towards Ron's…
Lips
At first, it was just a light touch, but whatever force was pulling us together wanted us to end up being one person, and it glued our lips together with such force that I was sure mine had turned purple with the pressure. Slowly Ron moved his lips, relieving the constant pressure. A quick zing went through me and Ron's lips moved more frequently, as if he wanted to taste every centimeter of my lips and surrounding skin. My head went fuzzy and I found it very hard to support myself as I wrapped an arm around his neck. My other hand went behind me, slowly dropping us onto the couch. When I was flat on my back, I ran my hands through his hair, loving the silky feel of it.
Where is all this coming from?
Do you think I know?
Oh dear. Now my conscience was talking back to me.
But I soon cleared all thoughts out of my mind as Ron ran his tongue over my lips, parting them easily. Suddenly, I heard someone let out a light moan.
What? Was that ME?
My body was immensely enjoying this, but even though I had developed a slight crush on him (okay, MUCH more than slight) over the summer, part of me was feeling guilty about Ginny. What would she think if she came in and saw me snogging her brother. I mean, come on. I would be frantic if we were back home and she was snogging Jeffery or something. Which isn't exactly my brother, but he's my only boy cousin and I'm betting that's close enough.
But then, Ron's lips trailed away from mine and found it's way down to my neck, and every care in the world was gone. Oh how I was a sucker for neck kisses.
And there was that groaning again. I had the slightest impression that it was a joined effort that time, but I wasn't about to worry about that.
He pulled up a few minutes later, panting and all after his mouth worked so hard. I had my eyes closed, and I imagine the smile on my face was one very close to The Cheshire cat's from Alice in Wonderland.
He was kneeling above me as I slowly woke up from the ecstasy that I had just bathed in.
I slowly opened my eyes, still grinning wildly as he stood up, helping me off the couch.
Oh boy, time for the awkward phase. Couldn't we just snog a little longer?
But, no such bad luck. He smiled and kissed me on the forehead, wrapping me in a very comforting hug.
Oh dear. These arms. He really should think about renting them out to hormonal girls in need.
Pulling back, he glanced at his watch, eyes widening.
"What? Did we wake up late?"
He nodded franticly, dashing up the stairs, "Meet me down here in 5 minutes!" He yelled, and I sprinted after him.
We practically flew down to the great hall.
"We'll have enough time to grab 3 biscuits and run downstairs to the dungeons. I swear, it's like they've wanted to kill me, giving me potions first every Monday morning for the past seven years!"
We ran into the Great Hall, just as…
Elves were putting food on the tables?
Ron immediately switched to a confused state of mind.
And then, realization hit me.
"Erm, Ron. It's… uh… it's only Sunday."
He counted on his fingers, swirled around, and said, "Bloody Hell."
I, however, instead of cursing the elves into oblivion, collapsed in a fit of laughter, and eventually demanded that Ron carry me up the stairs, seeing as it was his fault for the entire thing.
But by the time we got up into the common room, loads of people were exiting, leaving to go to breakfast. I groaned, turning around, and dragged Ron back down the stairs.
