Chapter 6
The following morning sky held no traces of the previous nights drizzle. It was a bright, orange-ish pink that flooded the Great Hall with light and a certain type of warmth that only could come with a glorious sunrise.
Walker had just entered the Great Hall, with four other boys that Emma, Natalya and Rebecca remembered seeing the other night, but still didn't know by name. Walker came and sat next to Rebecca, and the other four sat down reasonably close to the four of them. They loaded their plates up with nothing but bacon.
"Oh, my God," Rebecca said, staring as the older Gryffindors began to eat equal to their weight in bacon, "Haven't these people ever heard of granola? And am I the only one here who's ever heard the phrase 'vegetarian'? What ever happened to five fruits and vegetables a day?"
The same black haired boy who Becca and Emma had seen walking Walker up to the dorm last night, looked up.
"I 'erd 'aht," he said with his mouth full of bacon. With a tremendous effort, he swallowed without choking and proceeded to repeat, "I heard that."
"Good," Natalya said, "That means you have ears."
Just then, there were the sounds of footsteps, and they turned to see Kylin. She looked very odd in robes of Slytherin green, and just the robes themselves. At THANKTON, all the students were advised to wear different clothing. There was no uniform. The students would blend in better.
"Hi," she said, coming up and resting her chin on the top of Emma's head like she normally did, "Whattch doing?"
"Trying to find something edible," Rebecca replied dryly, "All I can find is food fit for a carnivore."
"Becca," Walker said slowly, "We were just driven out of our school by Death Eaters, and forced to come here against our will. We were also arrested, and faced a criminal jury. I think you can afford to break your diet for one day."
"You know, Walker," Natalya said, looking at him, "Those two subjects...don't really tie in together."
"It works, though," Emma pointed out, looking a Becca, who was sniffing some ham, "And, here we observe the majestic read-a-beast in her natural habitat. See how she stalks her prey, sizing up its strength and—"
"Oh, do shut up, Emma dear," Rebecca said politely, "I'm complaining to the cooks. Do you all live off bacon? If so, do you really expect me to do the same?"
The four boys that had entered with Walker all looked up, then at each other, then back, then at each other. This kept up until the sandy blond haired boy appeared to get a crick in his neck, and then he just looked at Emma.
The small boy with watery blue eyes just looked at Natalya, seeming as if he had been petrified, which wasn't surprising, then he suddenly, and dreamily, said, "You're pretty."
All around the table, came the sounds of gagging as everyone choked on what ever they were eating or drinking, and looked at Natalya for her reaction.
The tall, brunette figure looked at the small boy. He was at least five inches shorter, and seemed the type to be easily bossed around. She narrowed her eyes, "Spare me, worm-boy."
The bell rung from some where outside of the hall, and all the students stood, and slowly progressed out of the hall. Kylin walked with Emma, Walker, Natalya and Rebecca to their first class. A few steps ahead of them, the four boys were talking loudly.
"Well," said another black haired boy, "Peter, you seem to have developed quite a taste for that hot brunette. Care to share with the class?"
The short boy, who must be Peter, looked up at the black haired boy and said, "She makes me feel tingly."
"EEWWW!!" shouted the boy with unruly black hair and glasses.
"Sirius, must you make Peter share his true feelings with us every time?" said the boy with sandy blond hair, and amber eyes.
Sirius, the boy with longer black hair, grinned evilly at his shorter companion. "You're next, Remus."
"Oh, do shut up."
As far as first days go, the Yanks did not enjoy theirs.
"No Social Studies?" Kylin complained loudly.
"No Language Arts!" Rebecca bemoaned.
"No French!" Emma wailed.
"No Gym?" Natalya caterwauled.
"Good food though," Walker pointed out, only to be bombarded with heavy text books.
"What is a life without soccer?"
"What is a life without crepes."
"What is a life without Shakespeare?"
"What is a life without Columbus?! No matter what my feelings are towards the guy."
"Good food, though," Walker repeated. Déjà vu ensued.
"What is a life without fruit?!" Becca wailed, banging her head against the table, "And Baseball?! And Basketball?! What kind of school doesn't play Baseball or basketball? I ask you."
Just then, a slight scuffle from behind a books shelf announced the arrival of the four boys. They walked around the table and decided the best seat was on the homework that was so carefully laid out. Peter's eyes were still latched onto Natalya.
"Hello, Yanks," Sirius greeted them, "What are you doing?"
"Having my hand smashed by your overly large—"
"Kylin," Emma said, "Be polite."
Sirius looked at Kylin, and his smile turned to a glare. "You should leave. Gryffindors and Slytherins don't mix."
It took Kylin just a moment to realize he was talking to her. Her face hardened, and she looked from his face to Natalya's. She shrugged.
"Fine," Kylin said, her voice betraying her hurt by breaking, despite her best efforts. She gathered her books and homework and walked swiftly behind another book shelf.
Rebecca looked at Walker and Emma and a silent agreement was made. You two stay here and work it out, and I'll go console Kylin.
Rebecca followed suit and followed Kylin.