Raised with Magic

Chapter Twenty-four: Politics

"Hiding again Miss Granger?" I snapped out of my thoughts at his voice and smiled at my new company. Professor Snape had once told me that he didn't understand why I didn't want the other students to know about my presence at the school. My reason is simple really. I know I probably wont be welcomed with open arms. I know that I have the Lovegoods and the Weasleys, but I know I am different and I know how people react to people who are different. The thought of it really doesn't hurt as much as it once did. However, I didn't see why I should set myself up for what I knew would still be a disappointment. I also like observing and when people don't know you are there they act naturally which is much more interesting then 'normal'.

But Professor Snape doesn't need to know any of that. So I answer, "Maybe" instead.

"You were talking to yourself again." The word again was what had my attention, not that accusation of talking to myself. I think that's the right use of accusation, I'll have to look it up again.

"I recite potion instructions when I am bored. Mum does it too." I stole the trait from her. A book I read explained about kids getting physical traits from their parents. I don't have that from Mum or Dad so I decided to steal some. I don't know what trait I want from Dad yet.

I'm pretty sure I don't talk out loud. Actually I am kind of sure that when my lips do move, I don't make any sounds.

Professor Snape raised his eyebrow at me in the way he loves so much. I knew that his reaction was more to do with the idea of me being bored in a library than my admitted recitation. I think he is getting used to my oddities. That's nice.

"I didn't want to start a book when I wait for the boys. Sometimes it just isn't worth reading if you are going to be cut off." I explained. "No book means that they wouldn't get the chance to drag me away from my book." The library was an annoying temptation but was an ideal place to meet. The area is a secluded part of the library with a passageway of its own. The section was house to the school's political books which held little importance in Hogwarts curriculum. Therefore, the students tended to stay clear. Luckily, politics, when holding a little bit of my curiosity, was a topic which I at least had the ability to resist. I don't think I like politics.

"Indeed." I kind of wonder what the Professor is doing here, but I don't want to ask. I find it more fun to watch and figure it out on my own.

I didn't get to figure out why he was there before the boys arrived. When I saw them and I received hugs by them, I really didn't care anymore. I had missed them, more then I had realized.

Professor Snape left before I noticed.

We went to one of the smaller staff rooms which Uncle Albus told me was ours for the day. Charlie has decided or rather solidified the decision to be a dragon keeper and provided our walk with a very amusing rant about how he had already read all of the books on dragons which the library plays host to. This was something, that when amusing, I completely could sympathize with. I continued to sympathize and agree with him as he declared that the library needed to get a larger selection. I didn't hesitate to give both boys the passwords for my rooms and access to my library. This would let them satisfy their curiosity and also give them the books that they might need for essays that other students might have already monopolized. To be honest I wondered why I hadn't thought about letting them use my library before. I got promises that my books would always be returned in ideal condition. I made a note to pick up more books about dragons and dragon keepers. It would make Charlie happy and I am interested in them too.

"There is someone I want you to meet." Bill said after a while of common school stories which I always found immensely entertaining. I was glad that we had reached the staff room a while ago and that I was sitting down when he told me this.

"Oh?" My voice was casual, but they both know I worry about meeting new people. Especially meeting new people who mean something to the people who already matter to me.

"Her name is Tonks and she's a really good friend of mine." Like I knew this information would, it made me worry more because this person mattered a lot to him. I wouldn't know what to do if she didn't like me.

"She is a bit odd herself. She is a metamorphmagus and is as clumsy as they come." Charlie commented, clued into my distress. He tends to pick up on these things more easily. His words helped because she is a metamorphmagus which meant she is different too. She would be used to standing out and standing out develops opener minds. Those opener minds help when meeting other people who are different. Therefore, I agreed with the meeting with Tonks. I agreed to meet her next time, because this time I wanted to spend time with just my boys.

I confessed to what the twins and I have been up to as of late. The three of us trust the elder two boys with everything, a trust based on a prior trust of the twins and a trust built stronger as I had come into the picture. This trust had let the know of my wandless magic, even if I am not as comfortable using it in front of them as I am using it in front of my sister and the twins. Then again, I'm not even that comfortable using it in front of Mum or Uncle Albus.

I don't know why I have so much trouble trusting adults. No book has helped me figure that out yet. I mean I should trust adults more, right? Until the Lovegoods I really only spent time with my parents, their friends and the teachers, so why do I trust the kids now more than the adults?

"Poor Mum, she relies on listening at doors to prevent pranks." Bill was laughing even as he said this which made me tell them about how I had been politely kicked out.

Bill doesn't really believe me about being kicked out. Not that he thinks it's a lie or anything. He just finds it hard to believe. He tells me his Mum loves me like a second daughter which is something that I know. I like her a lot too. I'm also really glad that she considers the twins a bad influence on me and not the other way around. I understand most mothers like to believe their kids are angels and only do wrong by outside influence. I'm glad that Mrs. Weasley can see the twins will prank whether I'm around or not. Because I really wouldn't want Mrs. Weasley to stop her hugs or stop trying to feed me and I don't think I could handle not being able to hang out with her children. I don't have anything to worry about though because Mrs. Weasley simply isn't like that.

Maybe the Hogwarts library has a book about the difference in trusting adults than kids?