A/N: Well, as I predicted, I have another snow day! According to my uncle, my grandpa is snowed in and, somehow, my mom got work this morning, which makes her happy. And—wow, if you've never seen anyone cuss and yell and insult people on TV, you're missing out; my dad is doing just that at some dude on Ax Men and I think he's enjoying himself. Anyway, this might not be such a satisfying chapter: my computer is doing something funky and it's annoying me, so I apologize in advance for it being short. Also, I would like to those of you who have reviewed, all of you make me feel as if I actually have some sort of talent, and nobody has ever done that; and those of you who have alerted/favorited, you all help me get the inspiration to update more often! Now, please enjoy the eighth chapter of An Empty Locker Full of Love!
As soon as I sat down, food appeared on the plates before us and, although I knew it was a normal thing, I jumped back in surprise. "That is so awesome!" I exclaimed. I grabbed my fork and poked the chicken before happily cutting it up and placing it in my mouth. I looked up and noticed that Fred's older brother, Percy, was sitting in my general area, giving me a look of suspicion.
"Do they not do this at your old school?" I mentally hit myself.
"Um…no, they didn't. We had to—bring our lunches to school because we didn't stay there during the year like they do here." He seemed to take my answer into consideration and turned to talk to some other guy next to him.
"Have you ever ridden on a broom before, Kristin?" I turned to my right to see that Oliver was sitting next to me; strange, I had only noticed Fred.
"No." I lowered my voice. "But it's not like I haven't tried with a regular broom."
His face lit up. "Well then, you should come to Quidditch practice sometime, I guarantee it'll be worth your while." I smiled and looked down at my food.
"What's wrong, Kristin?" I heard Fred ask me.
"It's just hard to believe that the last meal I had at a school was two days ago. I think I'm going to miss Skyler mooching fruit snacks from me." Fred laughed.
"Isn't he the guy that attacked you in that one class?"
"'That one class?' Really? That's all you remember from history class."
"Well…that and every single one of your friends were staring at me. I've never felt so self conscious about my hair in my entire life." I snorted and rolled my eyes.
"Do you happen to know what day it is? Is it different than the time in my—old school?" I said, just for the people who might be eavesdropping on the new girl with the strange accent.
"Oh, it's March-something." I looked around Fred to see that his twin brother, George had answered me. "And your accent, I have to ask what it is, I mean, where're you're from."
"George, you ninny! She's obviously Australian!" Ron said, from the other side of the table.
Before I could say anything, George retorted, "Eh, I was thinking more along the lines of New Zealandish. Am I right, Kristin?" I started laughing and I shook my head.
"Actually I'm from America," I said, laughing even harder. All of a sudden, the plates of food disappeared and we were told to go back to our common rooms.
"Come on, you'll be rooming with me!" Hermione said, noticing my confusion and gesturing for me to follow her.
"Okay," I said, walking toward the brilliant brunette. In an instant, I felt my hand being tugged back in the opposite direction and I turned to see Draco Malfoy. "Um, hello?"
"I need to talk to you." He dragged me into some random hallway outside the Great Hall that everyone else was avoiding.
"Alright what do you need…" I asked, pretending I didn't know his name.
"Don't act as if you don't know who I am! I overheard you talking in Dumbledore's office, you know the future!" My eyes widened as I tried to find some way to get out of this hallway. "And I saw you do a patronus charm! What do you think I should tell my father?" He asked, smirking.
"So, you're telling me that you're the one who drew the dementor to Dumbledore's office?"
"Well, yeah, I guess you could say that."
I smiled, "Well, I'm not sure what the legal system is like in the magical world, but in the muggle world, they could easily charge you with multiple attempted second-degree murder, which they would consider a felony and is punishable for up to life in prison. Whatever you tell your father about me, if it's a lie, I could also sue you for slander, which is considered a misdemeanor. So basically, you could have life in prison, and then some." Seeing the scared look on his face made me feel happy that I had paid attention in law class. "Now I suggest you don't tell anyone my secret, or else I will help convict you and bring you to justice."
I walked away, trying to look all tough as the thirteen year old cowered where he once stood. Maybe I should become a lawyer, or something, because that was definitely enjoyable.