Ahh! What do I do? There's a four way tie!... Hmm, Actually I'm sure I can come up with something you'll all like. And sorry for updating do late in the day, I'm not exactly in a place with a good wi-fi signal.
Severus Snape: 3
Harry Potter: 3
Weasley Twins: 3
Neville: 3
Oliver Wood:1
Sirius: 1
Viktor Krum: 1
Hermione whirled around to face her fellow first year, and newly found cousin. "What? But this is impossible, I come from a muggle-born family!" Oomizu sighed in irritation, "Your family is all muggle except for the one who married your great-grandfather. The wizard blood must have remained dormant until you came along to technically you wouldn't be a wizard if not for the thread of my blood in your veins."
The bushy-haired girl pointed at Harry who stood next to the still brain-dead Ron. "What about him? How could you be his Godmother?" Another shrug and Oomizu murmured, "Who knows? Maybe it's just the way things are meant to be."
Walking closer to the pre-teen, she grasped Hermione's chin and nodded, "You've got a spark, I admit, but you're obviously more suited for bookwork than for what I have planned." Moving over to Harry, she disregarded the pink tinge on his cheeks as she tilted his head downward so that she could better see his scar. "Hm, I'm sure that there's more to this than just a reminder..."
Interrupting her musings, Hermione placed her hands on her hips, "What did you mean by what you have planned?"
Speaking as if it were the most obvious thing in the world she chuckled, "Your magical training, of course. You're family and therefore you will be treated as family... But no one else is to know of this. If you speak of your blood ties to me than, family or not, I'll make sure you can't speak again."
Choosing to ignore the indignant squeak she smiled brightly, "Well we must be going. We've all got Flying Lessons next. Chop, chop. Move it, Harry. Get your gears straight Ron, and stop looking like a lost puppy."
Ushering the trio down to the field outside, I made sure to intercept any conversation that had to do with our blood ties. The walls had ears after all, literally.
Upon reaching the front steps of the school I hurried ahead of them to stand next to a broom, awaiting for the rest of the students. The field sloped slightly, and the grass rippled with every breath of wind. The Forbidden Forest lay across the stretch of lawn, the trees swaying eerily in the sunlight.
Most of the Slytherins were already standing next to their chosen broomsticks, while the remaining Gryffindors hurried down the steps so as not to be late.
Madam Hooch wasted no time in getting started, "Hold your hand out over the broom and say 'Up'!"
The shout rose though most stayed on the ground or hovered in between. Years of practice meant that hers jumped into her hand, and a glance to her left showed that Harry's broom had as well. To her left stood a boy, and she could barely notice the slight quaking of his legs. "Hey, don't be worried. If you get scared then, the broom will know. Have some confidence in yourself."
Upon the next try, instead of rolling over it hesitantly rose with a few pauses here and there. "Good job, er..." "Neville, Neville Longbottom." "Nice to meet you."
"No time for chit-chat." Madam Hooch snapped as she came by them to check on their stances. Helping Neville hold his correctly, she simply gave Oomizu a curt nod before moving on.
"Alright, now on my mark you're going to kick off hard. Keep your broom steady, and only a few feet in the air. Lean forward slightly when you come in to land." Holding her silver whistle to her lips she yelled out, "On my mark! Three... Two..."
Oomizu's head snapped to her right when she felt Neville kick off. He rose higher and higher, the gasps from the other students echoing around her. Slipping off his broom, Neville fell heavily to the ground with loud snap causing several of the girls to pale.
The next few minutes were a blur for Oomizu as she was busy worrying about how Neville was fairing. Such a small boy shouldn't have to deal with so much bullying. As she walked towards the school at the back of the class, McGonagall already having whisked away Potter, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking to the hand, her gaze traveled up the arm and finally to the smirking face that stared back at her, "Potter will be expelled from this, no doubt. Now that there;s no little wimp to stand in the way it's obvious that I am the better choice for a boyfriend."
Silently glaring she hissed, "Dream on." Leaving behind the fuming Malfoy she dashed through the stairs and began heading towards her next class. Something peeked her senses, and before she could fins what it was a little creature flew up to her. It looked like a flying kitten, with a rather blob-like shape. Narrowing her eyes she held out her hand for it to sit on, but the moment it touched her skin it exploded in a displayed of colored cream.
The laugh of the Weasley Twins caused her eye to twitch as she cleaned herself of the cream, storing a bit into the seals around her wrist. Using a bit of boosted speed, Oomizu barreled around the corner and tackled the closest twin. Unsealing the cream from her wrist she splatted it onto his face, laughing in triumph, "Haha! Next time make sure its not made of something that can be turned against you!"
Fred, or perhaps it was George, snickered as he used a spell to clean his brother's face. "Yeah, but there's two of us that pulled the trick and you only payed back for one!" Leaning closer to him until their noses touched she grinned wickedly, "Like that's going to stop me."
It was then that she noticed their position. The heat radiating from his body nudged at her senses and she moved to get off. "Nuh-uh, I think I like it here." Kept from moving away she couldn't fight down the subtle panic as she heard the faint footsteps walking towards them. 'What do I do?'
What should she do? Right now there is a tie so until it's narrowed down a little I can't finish this scene, so I'm sorry to cut it short. Review or PM to vote or to give your idea on what you think Oomizu's going to do?
Twilight's Oblivion, Signing Out!