Hey, people. I've gotten lo're of raves about the Sorting, so thanks! I'm gonna start doing POVs, 'kay? 'Kay.
Harry
"Who is he?" asked Hermione. I sighed, for the, like, gajillionth time. "I dunno, Hermione. I SAID that," I replied haughtily, AGAIN.
Hermione looked hurt. "So-rr-eey!" She sobbed. I felt sorry. "Look, I'm sorry, but I just dunno."
Suddenly, the topic of our discussion, Nico Di Angelo, stumbled down the dormitory steps, wearing floppy black sweat pants and a plain gray short sleeved shirt.
His dark hair was bedraggled, and his eyes were drooping. "Wazzscha matter?"
We looked at his pale, bare feet, bedraggled appearance, and dangling arms.
And...
We laughed.
I was rolling on the floor when he seemed to wake up. "Sorry," he said, "I'm a reeeaaaaalllly light sleeper."
Hermione was curious, so, as I got up from the laughter fit I'd been having, she said, "Why?"
Nico's face darkened. "Horrendous things- And people, too- That are looking for me. Even now."
I was curious. "Death Eaters, then?"
He looked at me oddly. "Who would wanna eat Death?" I was confused.
"Eat... Death? How would you do that, if I may," said Hermione.
"No, you may NOT, but trust me, I have seen some bad things, 'kay?"
"Ohhhkkayy..." I said quietly, as he turned and started climbing the loooong way up to the dormitories.
Then he turned. "OH, by the way, I know for a fact that you Marry Ginny and have three kids. Albus, Lily, OH, and James."
Then, without further chatter or banter or whatever, he jumped up the spiral stairs two at a time.
Creeepy.
Hermione voiced my opinion. "What is UP?"
A childish but mature voice called down, "Maybe... The sky?"
We heard a door slam.
We knew the conversation was over.