I actually fell asleep again. Weird. I opened one eye. Wait, why are these people staring at staring at me? I opened the other eye. They weren't staring at me, they were staring at the pictures. They almost looked in a trance.
"Um, hi," I sat up. "What's up?"
"Who are they?" I had no idea who they were but a short trip to their minds revealed Lavender Brown and Pavarti Patill. They giggled dreamily.
"My family," I was still in half-sleep mood.
"Really? They're all so pretty." That sent them giggling again.
"Thanks," I mumbled.
"Are they seeing anyone?" Lavender asked me.
"Yeah, each other," I didn't realize how that sounded.
"Eww, but they're related."
Ugh. "They're all adopted except the girl with the bronze hair. She's the guy with the bronze hair and the girl with the brown hair's daughter."
"So they are they, like, dating each other?" Lavender didn't seem able to get her mind around it
"More like married."
"MARRIED! But they don't look any older than you."
"Well technically they are about the same age as me." If I was 100 years old.
"Are you married?" Pavarti girl eyed me suspiously.
I snorted. Yeah he's 87, been divorced 6 times and has 23 kids. "Do you see a ring?"
"I would never get married that young," Lavender stated.
"Nice to know," I muttered.
"Oh my goodness! Look at the time. We are going to be late," Parvarti pointed to her watch. They ran off whispering and giggling.
"UGH!" I rolled right out of bed onto the floor with a bang. I laid there collecting my thoughts for a moment.
A girl cam by, "Are you ok?"
"Fine thanks," I sat up, and she scampered off.
I stood snapped my fingers to put some clothes on and got my normally straight honey hair under control. I just looked so boring. The uniforms really don't do anything for a good figure. I pointed to myself. A little tighter there, shorter there, higher there. I ended up with a tight, high collared blouse and a slightly shorter shirt and black combat boots. I even added red and gold highlights to my hair to show some class spirit.
I made my way to the Great Hall. I slipped inside the door unnoticed with the help of a little invisibility (She is powerful enough to manage this without a cloak. She is also more powerful then the spells had been made for apparition inside the school thus allowing her to apparate anywhere.) I heard the red headed boy, Fred, George, and I couldn't believe Harry Potter.
"You'll probably be snogging by tomorrow."
"I don't think so," George responded. "You didn't hear what she said. I bet she has her eyes out for someone else."
"Who's more charming than you besides me?" Fred asked.
"I bet she likes Harry," George said.
"What?" he looked up from his plate.
"You could get all the pretty girls."
"Everyone thinks I'm a nutter remember?" Nutter, hehe.
"No one thinks that, Harry," I girl I think was Hermione said.
"I heard what Dumbledore told you. 'You have a lot in common.' What do you think means?" George said. Gosh I felt bad for the kid again. My word, this was getting out of hand. "I thinks she…"
I took that moment to appear sitting next to Ron who promptly spit his drink all over the table.
"What a warm welcome." I grimaced. "Sooooo, what were you saying about me having something in common with someone?"
They all looked totally at a loss for words. I said something to start the conversation. "I mean not many people have had a life like me. That's for sure."
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked me. Harry just stared at his plate.
"Oh, I was raised by vampires." I just let that slip knowing that would pick up the conversation.
"WHAT!" Ron spit out his drink again.
"Can you not do that?" I asked him. "Yeah you heard me, but no worries I'm still human." Mostly.
"But didn't they try to kill you?" Ron asked.
"Not all vampires are like that. My parents, and brothers, and sisters drink animal blood."
"How interesting," Hermione said.
"Yeah they are off the chain." I saw a blonde head over at another table that looked vaguely familiar. "Will you excuse me for a moment?" I got up from the table.
"Sure."