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"Who are you and why are you interrupting my lesson?" Parkinson glared from her desk as Alison entered the room.
"Sorry, but the Headmistress asked to talk to me, I promise I won't be late again, professor," Alison mumbled as she took the only empty seat.
"I was not aware I was getting a new student. What's you're name?"
The ebony haired girl blushed, "It's me, Alison Malfoy."
"Remove that silly glamour charm, Malfoy, or I'll take points."
"No," Alison replied softly, "I can't."
"I am your teacher, now do as I say," Parkinson ordered.
"I can't!"
"Oh," With a sneer on her face, Parkinson resembled a pug more than ever, "If you refuse then I will have to remove it myself. I will not accept such nonsense in my class. Finte Incantatem."
The spell hit, but all the girl did was blink. Everyone, excluding Connor and Becca, seemed shocked. Parkinson seemed to be muttering to herself, "I should have know, she looks just like Potter. It's a wonder she can actually brew anything. Poor Draco, I wonder if he knows-"
Alison desperately wanted to say 'He does', but instead uncorked her bottle of ink. From the state of the board, today they would be taking notes. She quickly jotted down what was on the board. One Slytherin raised her hand, "Professor Parkinson, are we going to continue the notes?"
"Of course," Parkinson turned back to the board "Now, after you've stirred the unicorn hair for three minutes, you must add the essence of salam…"
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For once, Alison wished that Defense wasn't filled with Ravenclaws. Usually, they would be eager to answer and that let Gryffindors all relax, but today, instead of the text, the blue and silver clad students seemed to want to study her.
"Amazing," One boy breathed in awe, "To come up with a potion that hide its effects from the drinker. Brilliance-"
"Or," Butted in a girl Alison thought was called Amanda, "Lack of ability to detect the potion because of a type of resistance to side effects. Or, she may have never noticed the effects."
"Impossible! No one is that thick," The boy replied, "Besides, you have to experiment with several different types of appearance changing charms and potions and some that provide other effects!"
"Um, guys," Alison bleakly waved a hand in their faces, "Still here you know."
He boy peered at her, "And you would be?"
Alison groaned and began to beat her head on her desk.
"Poor Gryffindor," Said the girl as she returned to her seat, "Probably killing off all the brain cells that she has left."
The boy sagely replied, "Not much to kill then. She is a Gryffindor."
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"It' a shame," Becca sighed during break.
"What?" Asked Alison from where she was flipping pages from a giant tome.
"Us," Becca answered mournfully, "Sixteen and alone. And with a ball come Christmas,"
Alison head shot up, "What ball? Did I miss a memo or something?"
"Oh!" Becca said smacking herself on the head, "I forgot, McGonagall announced when you were in the Hospital Wing. The fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh years are having a ball at Christmas. To try and get house loyalty or some rubbish that."
"We've never had a ball before," Alison said curiously.
"I know, madness right?" Becca sighed again, "Shame we don't have many good looking chaps in this place. That we aren't related to, of course."
"Oh! The pains of being part Weasley, half the Wizarding world in off limits," Alison smiled, "Hey now, cheer up! There are easier things the finding the perfect guy, like nailing jell-o to the Whomping Willow for example."
Quickly snatching Alison's book, Becca beaned her with it.
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Alison wrote a letter to her parent thatnight and sent Marron, Connor's owl, off with it. "To my house," Alison instructed the bird, "You know where that is right?"
Marron hooted softly and took off, Connor shook his head in disgust, "Bloody thing likes you better than me. What's your secret?"
Alison shrugged, Becca nodded. "It is quite odd," The dark skinned girl replied, "Seeing as you and Alicat are one in the same."
"Don't call me Alicat!" Alison cried in unison with Connor's "What do you mean?"
"You see," Becca said edging to the door, "Your both birds. Lovebirds to be exact."
The two turned bright red. Faintly noticing that her clashed horridly with Alison's green eyes, Becca began to run. Conner and Alison were quick to follow.
Nassau, who had hidden herself in Connor's pocket, shook her head, "How typical of humans…denying the truth, even when it rests in front of them."
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"It has never been recorded," Answered a woman who's hair held the silvery gray of age.
"But, Lys, few have been able to speak the tongue of animals," Argued another, a man,
who was called Cerf.
"You make a good point. I'll have to look into it," The woman, Lys, turned back to Harceler, "Do you wish to ask more about the circumstances surrounding your…girl?"
"No," Harceler responded, bowing his head in respect.
"I call this meeting dismissed then. Evening meal will be ready soon, try not to be late, Son." Cerf said as he walked next to Lys, arm around her waist.
"Yes, Father. I wish to talk to Chien for a moment though," The brunette turned to an older man, whose eyes were bright silver.
"You wished to talk?" The man smiled warmly.
"Yes, I want to spend more time with the girl," Harceler added, "To know her, I have the right."
Chien replied, "Yes, but not your mother's permission."
"Permission didn't stop you before," Harceler said, Chien's smile began to disappear, "You would visit him before Mother allowed. You didn't care then."
"That is different," Chien replied quietly, "You know it was."
"Why? Why is it so different for you and him?" The blue eyes flashed irately.
"You know why," Chien whispers, "He and I were in love. I waited for him and I still am. Though, I'm in no rush for him to join me of course."
"But she is my-"
"It is not wise to speak of such things. No matter what or where you are, there will always be ears waiting." Chien stood up, "Evening meal will be ready soon. You have to remember, there are reasons for everything and if you are patient you will know the one you want."
After the older man had left, Harceler remained in his seat, gazing at the ceiling, slowly it changed into the night sky, patch worked with stars. It was beautiful, with the ghostly pale moon a sliver in the corner.
"In another room, in different place, Alison and I see the same sky. They can't keep that from me," The young man stayed there until his mother called.
With time, her could convince them. Alison would soon need more guidance then the dreams could give. She would need someone to not only be a mentor, but a friend. He had been chosen to watch over her for a reason and the same reason would be his main defense.
He only hoped it would be accepted
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A/N: Once again, I apologize for the long wait in-between chapters. With Christmas fast approaching, I was caught up with gift wrapping, hoping for snow, and a four-hour trip to get to my cousin's house. Things have calmed down a bit, so I can put this up. But first I have to thank rasberitwist, who came up with the word parseltoungliness, which was used in the last chapter. Also, TWENTY-FIVE REVIEWS! That's more than I have on all my other stories put together! Wow and thanks everyone! Whatever holiday you may celebrate, I wish you happy one and a grand new year!
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