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Chapitre Trois (Kapitel Drei) Oh No! Not Another OC!Harry knew something was up the second Hermione declined a study session at the library.
"No thanks Harry, maybe another day." She brushed him off and left the common room with a preoccupied expression on her face.
She was gone for breakfast and Ron looked crestfallen. He scooted his eggs around with his fork, a recent morning routine at this point. Dumbledore interrupted the meal, surprising everyone by clearing his throat as he began to make an announcement. Everyone cringed at the flawless imitation of Umbridge, and Dumbledore gave a grim smile.
A/N: For this fic, lets assume that book 6 didn't happen, 'kay? 'Cuz I started writing it before then. Sorry 'bout that.
"I would like to introduce you all to our new student who has recently transferred to Hogwarts from Imprimis Academy of Magical Education in San Francisco. This is a very rare occasion, but under the circumstances we gladly welcome her to Hogwarts. She has recently been privately sorted into Gryffindor. Let's give Celia Ragazzo a warm welcome."
The hushed congregation gave a polite applause whilst muttering curiously amongst themselves.
"Is that even allowed?" Lisa Turpin questioned her fellow Ravenclaws suspiciously.
"Boy am I glad she wasn't sorted into Hufflepuff. We don't know anything about her background do we?" Owen Cauldwell remarked smartly to Eleanor Branstone.
At the Slytherin table Malcolm Baddock was snidely saying to Graham Pritchard how he bet that this American person was probably a mudblood.
It seemed hardly the "warm welcome" that Dumbledore had hoped for. The muttering halted when the new student began to walk towards her new house table.
Her crisp new robes clung to her slender build and her sleek, shiny raven hair was swept back by a matching velvet headband, revealing a long, freckled face that would have looked wolfish on anyone else. Her almond eyes shone the palest blue framed by swooping, ebony lashes. Her lips were full and pale; her nose was like a kiddie ski-slope, gentle and petite. Her hand reached up to scratch it showing long, thin fingers whose nails were painted forest green. To say the least, the male population of Hogwarts was drooling. Even Snape's eyes popped out a bit. The stranger settled comfortably in between Seamus and Harry, her cheeks not even showing a trace of pink. Rather, she flashed dazzling teeth and Seamus nearly spat his pumpkin juice on himself. Even Harry blushed a little. Ron sneaked by with a faint look of admiration and continued his egg-scooting ritual.
The rest of the meal was full of talk and laughter as the male Gryffindors scrambled to get to know the new student. She spent most of her time chatting with Harry, laughing her bubbly chuckle, occasionally accompanied by Seamus's side comments. Harry was grinned inwardly when strange girl didn't blush and fumble around him, or shriek, "Oh my god! You're Harry Potter!" in his ear.
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"I don't like her. I don't like her one bit." Ginny Weasley muttered malevolently as she moved her pawn forward. It was only out of shear boredom or distress that she played chess with her brother.
"Are you sure you're not simply jealous? I mean her being so cozy with Harry and all." Ron replied sagely. His bishop viciously kicked her pawn off the board. It curled up and sulked with the rest of her disheveled pieces.
"Don't be silly, Ronald. You must admit there is something…eerie about her, though." Her ginger brow crinkled as she planned her next move.
"Yes. But I'm not being silly. Why else would you have come to play chess with me?" Ron grinned slyly.
"Who the hell are you and what in Azkaban have you done with my brother?" Ginny jumped up and her gaze darted around suspiciously. It was a comical sight and Ron was soon rolling on the floor and crying tears of mirth.
"It wasn't that funny, you dolt. Checkmate." Ginny Weasley had beaten her own brother at chess, which was not only Ron's forte, it was his element. The smug redhead skipped off to recount the tale of her triumph, jovially humming snatches of a mutated combination of "Weasley Is Our King" and "I'll Be Home For Christmas."
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Celia lay awake in a four-poster bed that was, until recently, unoccupied. The other girls' chattering had long died down and they were fast asleep. Celia flipped a braid over her shoulder, gracefully stumbled over to the dorm window A/N: Who knew it was possible? and creaked it open, letting in the chilly air. She let the autumn breeze lick her skin and snatched a frail paper bird from the air. Hustling it inside, the raven-haired girl snapped the sketchy window shut and smiled hungrily at the paper bird. He was right to use this, it truly is the safest way to send messages, she thought, beginning to stroke the bird. The crisp white paper smelled of muggles, peppermint, and things to aspire for. It started to glow and hum, soft and low. Gazing intently, Celia uncovered its tale.
A/N: Yes. Another short chapter. A pathetic cliffie. And an original character. What will become of poor Miss Kingsley. I hope my O.C. isn't loathed by all. She will come in handy, I promise! Okay, Über brownie points to anyone who guesses what country I'm from (actually guess people!) (Thank you Angry Neko-San for guessing and for your review). Anyway. Please review. I appreciate it. After all, I did procrastinate on my homework doing this just for you. Guilt-Trip. Anyone who reviews this chappie will be deemed by me "double-cool with knobs" (v. v. cool!). I will try to write more next time, I wanted to get this up ASAP. Okie dokie then.
Love, Peace, & All That Jazz,
Miss KingsleyP.S. PLEASE tell me any of you suggestions, errors or typos you see, EVERYTHING. I didn't have a chance to read over or edit this chapter, so I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.