Chapter eight: Chess
She knocked on the door.
"Come in, Samantha."
She walked in.
"How'd you know?"
"House elf's know every thing and I have a feeling you know more than you are supposed to and that you will not tell anyone except the small group of people that I see you with. I have a bet for you."
"What may that be?" biting her lip already knowing what the bet would be.
"A game of chess. You win you get 100 Gallons, I win you tell me what you know. Well that is if you have a set of pieces."
"Yes I do." she said taking her set out of her bag.
"Where did you get those?"
"Oh, these I got today and I have grown quite fond of them." she said taking them out and putting them on the board in front of her.
"Wow those are beautiful."
"Thanks, I really like them they are one of a kind."
"Well, let's begin. Pawn to D4."
She considered her plays
"Pawn to E5."
"Pawn to F4."
"Pawn to D4, Take Pawn."
"Knight to B3."
"Bishop to A3."
After an hour and half of playing.
"Queen to E5, take king. Checkmate."
"You beat me. You beat me. No one has ever beat me. I was so shore….aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" he said very upset
"You done, ranting."
"No you beat me."
"siliceo." she whispered "langlock."
He turned around. In surprise.
"WILL YOU STOP BEING A PRAT?! I AM SICK OF EVERYONE TREATING ME LIKE I AM A TWO YEAR LD WITH SOME MENTAL PROBLEM. I AM A NORMAL, EXTREMLY SMART GIRL. WHO HAS HAD NEVER HAD A REAL FAIMLY OUTSIDE OF HER MOTHER AND BEST FRIENDS!" She said storming out of the room.
He just stood there taking in her words.
She walked towards the library.
"Hay Sam." said Dillon as she sat down.
"Stop trying to hide whatever your, plotting."
"But…ah…how…"
"Mr. Dillon Bryant, how long have you been my friend?""about seven years.""and that would mean even if I was not a medium I would know you were lying."
She finished her home work and went and checked out some light reading (5,500 pages.).
She went up stairs to her dorm. She opened her book (history of magic, 1900-2006) as Ronald hopped on to her lap. when she heard a faint scratching of a quill.
"Ronald please get, off."
"meow!" as he went to the tip of her bed.
"hay you would have had to get off anyways, I have to go feed Yow. (the correct spelling is Yeow. But this is how I have been spelling It since I was in first grade.)
She put her book down and got up and went over to her bag and picked up her journal. She opened it to see Ron's scrawl on it.
Please come and undo the spells.
No! do it tour self!
I don't remember the counter spell. Please
Have Harry!
He's out with Ginny
Have Percy!
Yeah and get laughed at for being hexed by a first year. I am a top auror. Sam.
Well that is not my fault. I have school work.
No you don't you finished, and helped Janna.
Go have Fleur.
She's with Victoria at St.Mungos.
Why don't you do the charm that will tell you where Hermione is?
How did you know?
I don't have to be a brain surgeon, to know.
Huh?
Forget it!
I am not doing it!
Fine go and wait for some one.
Prat!
I know, I get that a lot. So it does not put me down Ron. and she slamed the book shut.