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A/N: I think I finally found a balance for this semester, so expect updates every other week. ^-^' It's been too crazy lately trying to find a balance between fun times and work times. Sometimes when I focus too much on my studies everything else is pushed to the side. Sorry.
One Too Many
Not Even The First Day (Part 2):
Meet the Crazy House
The silence for a single moment was impenetrable, Nero briefly thinks he singlehandedly broken the school. He supposes it had something to with the name had called him be earlier, and he knows that the old woman did it on purpose. He isn't Harry Patterson or whatever, hasn't been called that since he was in diapers. His name was Nero Repeat-my-last-name-and-I'll-kickyourass! (Not that he hated it or anything it was just a little embarrassing to hear.)
Judging by everyone's reaction – specifically the red and gold ties, they expected him to join their crew. Some of the red 'n gold ties looked positively offended that he was sent anywhere but there, others in that table where glaring holes on to his person. Although most stared at him for a bit before demeaning his sorting as an "it is, what it is" kind of thing and went back to minding their own business. Ronald didn't seem to care one thing or another about his sorting; in fact he looked like he was having quiet the party in his head while at the same time looking confused and dazed. That guy needed to get his head checked out, especially with what he had going with that Granger-girl. Masochist, that's what he is. Speaking of Granger, judging by the personally insulted scowl plastered on her face, he has somehow has managed to make grievous mistake by not informing of something that isn't her business knowing in the first place. He seriously can't make head or tails of what to think about those two other than they annoy the hell of him and are too nosey for their own good. One is too loud and abrasive while the other feels too much, that kind of combination usually leads to trouble or somebody winding up dead. Fed up with the strangeness that was those two, he moved his gaze to his somewhat of a friend. The girl with kaleidoscope eyes, she gives him the driest smile he has ever seen but eyes all-knowing. He can tell just within that brief sentences shared between the two of them, that she will not only be the most interesting person that he will ever know but that she sees things differently whether that is a good or bad thing remains unanswered as of yet.
"Mr. Potter, you may take a seat now," the old womanthat really looked the part of a witch gave him a pointed look with a complete point of her eyes in the direction where the table under the Badger mascot-flag thing was.
Bite it, bite your tongue! Don't be a smartass. Not worth it, don't make a scene Nero. Just do –"Stool was making my ass hurt anyway," he stalked to the most welcoming table. His scowl didn't scare the older students but had the younger (still fresh meat) kids wither in fear and timidity. He missed the shocked affronted stare he received from his angry retort.
So here he was now gazing at food that too unhealthy looking to his standards to even consume (not Kyrie's nasty – really only liver – food, that reeks of good cholesterol or whatever). He's never even seen half of whatever this shit on his plate is.
"Not very familiar to what you normally have," an older boy with soft brown eyes and curly brown hair with even darker brow gave him a moderate half-smile.
"Not familiar with anything here."
"I noticed," the older boy nods with lips pressed into a thin line complete with an awkward air. "I'm Cedric Diggory, and current Headboy of the Hufflepuff house. So if you need to know anything, I'm your guy but if you really want to know what's going on Zacharias Smith is the one you go to." He nods to a skinny blonde with distrustful eyes that read too much paranoia.
"He's not one too easily trust, so he keeps everything close. He knows everything be it transgressions that go about daily to the gossip goes in the girl's laboratory, just be careful one wrong turn and he'll hold you in contempt to the end of time. Oh, I'm sorry I didn't get your name?"
"Didn't hear the teach? Terry Potters or whatever," Nero pokes at something that resembles a tart but color tells him it's something different.
"Clearly you aren't, not only did you have look around before realizing she was calling you but you also got the name off. It's Harry Potter, not Terry Potters. So what's your name really?"
"Nero." He pokes at the tart-thing again.
"Just Nero?"
"Just," deciding to hell with it, he forks a piece and shoves it in his mouth.
"Do you have any idea what you just ate?" Cedric laughs at Nero's contemplative face that slowly twisted into revulsion. Oh god why?! "That's duck liver with goat cheese tart." You mother – he glares at the laugh older boy. It was so much better when he didn't know what the hell he was eating.
Then he hears it, the snickering going on around him. Everyone bursts into full-blown laughter that manages to ease the tension off his shoulders, because he starts to laugh while he chokes down the disgusting crap. "Well now you can safely eat everything, since you've now tasted the worst in this table," a red-head girl around his age laughs clasping him on his shoulder good-naturedly. Nero suspects that is not entirely true which is confirmed with she says next.
"The name Susan Bones," she leans in to his ear as she hands him a different plate. "Maybe next time you won't scare the kids, and we'll tell you what tastes good."
Well then.
This house is a lie! It's not welcoming at all!
"I hope this welcoming doesn't put you out," Cedric with the most fake sorrowful look and mischievous eyes.
"Yeah, we are really nice people," a blonde haired girl, who appeared to look flustered, piped. "I'm Hannah Abbott, you should ask me any questions instead of Cedric. 's his last year. Wouldn't want to make it any more hectic for than it has to be in this coming year – I'm Perfect."
She added the last bit in a hurried manner, her already pink cheeks turned red. Her mind racing, Nero could see her lips mouthing words. Forgot, something?
"Or you can come to me, fellow Perfect, Ernie Macmillan is my name. Don't listen to her," he bumps Hannah's shoulder playfully while she reddens. Apparently, he figured that she forgot to introduce her friend. "We aren't nice people, but we let everyone think want they want to think, it keeps the mass thinking that we are perfectly harmless. Secretly we're plotting world domination, one Hufflepuff at a time!"
Nero really didn't know what think now; the only thing he has figured is that he is in the crazy house. He munches thoughtfully – if he squints it almost tastes like Kyrie's food. He huffs as shoves a thick piece artery clogging goodness, ever since she started that healthy nutritious binge she's got going and forced him into joining he hasn't had a morsel of anything remotely like whatever the hell is eating at the moment. And hell no, he definitely would rather not know what's he consuming. Asshole told him on purpose, he fucking hates liver! Any kind of liver!
He's barely placing his empty goblet on the table, feeling stuffed – too stuffed to his standards – when all the plates abruptly disappear. Every single pair of eyes moves to the front where all the old people are sitting, he sits there with the most bored expression and shifts lazily to where every is focusing their attention at but doesn't really listen to him blather. He already heard enough of what he had to say, practically forcing him to go and speaking to Kyrie like that! Senile Sanctus-like old guy, manipulative like him too. Nero's no fool; he knows what he's up too!
Nero almost lifts his supposedly 'injured' hand to touch the back his head after he felt a light tap. He turns around, to see a snickering group of kids two tables down on the other of the Great Hall. Specifically highbrow silver blonde grinning at him his companions, I can deal with this backyard school bullshit. He takes one deep breath and goes back to the ancient professor talking like they had all the time of the world only he wasn't the one talking anymore. It's now a creepy smiley old woman dressed in full on pink.
"Lady pink is not your color."
Nero arches a brow at the Susan-girl whom looks constipated with a really red-face, she has a pale hand covering her face while her shoulders quake.
"Susan this is serious!" Hannah bites, her pigtails bounce at force of how lowly she whispered furiously.
"So-rry! It's just…" Susan snorts but doesn't continue what she was going to say as she is soon lost in her silent snickering. Tears start to peak the corners of her squeezed shut eyes.
"Yeah Su-san, it's completely cereal-ous," Ernie pushes which cause with an almost covered snort.
"Stop it!" She says harshly but comes out as a breathless 't.
"No, this is serious." Cedric looks harshly at the two laughing hyenas. The smiles quickly leave the laughing duo, "Have you been listening at all?"
"I was, but then he had to go ahead and distract me. Then Bernie over there had continued pushing it," Susan looked pointedly at Nero then at Ernie.
Hannah blinked at him owlishly. What the hell?
"Doesn't matter who started, look she's done talking know," Cedric looked at the group with narrowed eyes.
"I'm calling meeting, Hannah gather all the perfects and tell them to meet at you know where." Cedric stood as did everyone else within the vicinity and stalked off, no doubt to formalize this meeting.
"Well alright then," Hannah stood as well. "Let's go."
"First year Hufflepuffs, with me!" Ernie hollered and waving his arms like a maniac.
Susan gave him a predator like smile, looks like hadn't let go him scary the little kids. "Looks like going to show you the ropes."
Nero suddenly feels concerned for his safety .
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