Chapter 7: The one where I meet Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I am just a mere visitor in the sublime world constructed by J.K Rowling. Anything that rings a bell is hers.
Chapter 6
KY's POV
I was about to burst. I couldn't stop smiling. My cheeks were aching, but I didn't care. I stroked the magical bird on my shoulder. It nudged my cheek with its beak. It left my shoulder and flew over to Lenzo, who was gazing out the window, deep in thought. It startled him out of his reverie, not landing on his shoulder has I thought it would, but hovering in front of him, turning his head left and right inquiringly, trying to make sense of something on Lenzo's face.
Lenzo gave me a quizzical look and I shrugged. I was sitting on the floor, next to the stone gargoyle. I turned and saw Scarhead and his two friends a few feet away having a whispered conversation. The adults seemed to have dispersed.
Lenzo's silence was disturbing me. Why wasn't he as excited as I was?
A shadow fell over me and I looked up. It was Green Eyes. His sidekicks were hovering in the background. The red head openly staring at me, as if staring at me long enough would tell him if I was friend or foe. The brunette girl had a slight blush on her face and wasn't making eye contact with me. I cocked an eyebrow at Green Eyes.
"Come to cop a feel?"
The statement had just the reaction I wanted. He bristled backwards and his face went tomato red. Ahhhh, he was just too easy. His friends were looking wide eyed, probably wondering just what we got up to in that deserted corridor. Unfortunately, my comment caught Lenzo's attention, and he walked over, observing Green Eyes predatorily. The bird followed, still staring at Lenzo's face. Green Eyes started spluttering, looking from Lenzo to me, and I burst out laughing.
"You know you could start with telling me your name. I'm tired of calling you Green Eyes in my head."
"You call me Green Eyes in your head?"
"Only when I'm not calling you Scarhead. Why, what do you call me in your head?"
After he frowned at the former statement, he smirked at the latter.
"Nothing, I don't call you anything in my head, because I don't think about you."
Lenzo laughed at that, and I gave him a withering look.
"Keep telling yourself that. By the way, this bird…"
"It's a phoenix. His name is Fawkes, it's even rare in the magical world. I only know of Professor Dumbledore to have one. They're very prideful creatures. They can carry heavy loads and their tears have magical powers. Their tails are also used in the core of wands. Oh, wait you don't know what wands are, right?"
All this was said very fast and breathlessly by the bushy haired girl. She took out a stick from her pocket.
"This is a wand, it's a stick from a specific type of tree, containing a certain core from a magical creature. We use it to perform magic. I mean, it seems your brothers," she stopped long enough to blush at Lenzo and continued, "don't need to use a wand, but wandless magic is very advanced and even more draining. This acts as a sort of magical outlet; it makes our aim better and doesn't waste as much energy as wandless magic." She stopped, realising we all were looking at her, with varying degrees of humour on our face. "I'm Hermione, by the way, Hermione Granger."
"What's the square root of 9801?"
She looked startled at me for a second, but then answered quickly, "99."
"What family do almonds belong to?"
"Peach"
"Batman or Spiderman"
"Ironman"
"What's special about the number five million three hundred and eighteen thousand and eight."
"Nothing"
"Come on, Hermione."
"Fine." She blushed, "It spells 'BOOBIES' on the calculator when you turn it upside down."
I laughed. "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
"Rick, Casablanca, 1942"
Lenzo and I burst out laughing. Hermione blushed, realising the last statement wasn't a question. Scarhead and Ron were giving us strange looks, oh well, haters going to hate.
"So that cut on the lip Snape had, did you give it to him?" The red head asked me. It seemed like something he was itching to ask the whole time. Guess the stare down test came up with friend.
"No, I did manage to get a suit of armour on his head though. That was funny. I think he got the cut on the lip from the poltergeist I met on the second floor. I owe him. Do poltergeists like cookies? I should bake him some. Oh, wait silly me…"
"Figured that poltergeists can't eat food?" Scarhead interjected.
"Actually no, figured I can't bake. But good point that too. Anyway, after I managed to escape his clutches on the ground floor, I ran into a poltergeist. Pete or something was his name, asked him if he could help me get away from someone. He asked me if I was up to trouble, I told him loads. Said it would be his pleasure to help in the pursuit of trickery and pointed me to a secret passageway. Nice fellow. Didn't manage to see what he did to Old Greaseball, but I think it involved a vase or two."
"That was Peeves, he's our resident poltergeist. He usually isn't so helpful. Must have caught him at a good time, Bloody Baron must have been haunting another venue."
"Bloody Baron? Sounds like a cool name for a katana, hey Lenzo?"
Lenzo looked at me, he was obviously still bothered about something. Which was very un- Lenzo like. Before he could reply though, the doors to the old man's office opened and Linus stepped out, his expression unreadable.
"Ky, Lenzo, follow me."
Scarhead reached his hand out to help me up. I took it and when I was standing, he still didn't let go.
"I'm Harry, by the way. Harry Potter."
I smirked up at him, "I think I'll stick with Scarhead."
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Kalina