Chapter 5
Slytherin? Wasn't that the house of pushovers?-No, that was Hufflepuff. Slytherin was the house of notoriously dark wizards and bitchy little witches.
Throughout the entire dinner, every single one of the, as they were so kindly titled, "Yanks" thought this very thought, or at least something similar. Some time during dessert, Rebecca and Emma looked over to see Kylin sitting stiffer than usual, eyes latched on her plate, and hands folded under the table. They pitied her.
When the last of the cream pies had vanished from the plates, and a last sympathetic look had been exchanged, Emma, Rebecca, Natalya and Walker followed a bossy red headed girl up to the Gryffindor common room. As was well known to everyone in the school, although the "Yanks" were younger than them, they would be joining in with the fifth years. Thankton had started the children off at the age of five, instead of eleven.
Rebecca, Emma and Natalya followed the bossy red head, who was known in the human world as Lily Evans, up to their dorm, as Walker followed a tall, black haired, overly confident boy with glasses up the staircase opposite.
In the dorm room, there were four, red four poster beds, two nightstands to be shared between two beds, and a door leading off to a bathroom.
Emma and Natalya quickly claimed beds next to each other, and Rebecca slumped down onto the bed next to the one Lily was currently sitting on. She lazily pointed her wand at her teeth, and muttered a cleansing spell, then relaxed as the toothpaste foam scrubbed her teeth clean.
"These darn braces," she said conversationally to Lily, who was watching this with slight interest, "Work, work, work."
"Petunia agrees," she said, quietly.
"Who's Petunia?" Natalya asked, from her position on her bed.
Lily cast Natalya a quick glance, then drew the curtains around her bed closed, muttering, "Good night."
Rebecca looked from Lily's bed to Natalya's questioning stare, to Emma's sleepy face, and followed suit.
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The dungeons were cold and dark. The stone hallways were only lightly light with a few torches in brackets, and the student's footsteps reverberated against the walls and floors. Over all, it was a horrid place for dorm.
Kylin fell into a place at the end of the procession, just behind a boy with sallow skin and oily black hair. He was hissing something under his breath to an older student with blond hair and a pale, pointed face. They seemed to be fighting, but not to the extent she and Natalya usually did.
Natalya, Kylin thought, with a sudden rush, What's she going to say about this? What will Emma, Walker and Becca say?
That was a good question.