An Unusual Morning Chapter 14:
'Aren't you worried about proprietary?' Roderick asked as they sat in the common room to the Gryffindors later that day.
'For what reasons do you ask?'
It wasn't a completely unfounded question; Edelstein had the habit of not as much as make demands as insisting that she act more like a lady.
'Well,', it was clear that Roderich was weighing his words carefully, 'you and those three sitting together at the same table…'
'Edelstein, those three are my friends, and disregarding the fact that we weren't in the way, any of us, or disturbing anyone, or taking up space, because, as you know, there are fewest Gryffindors at school this year, only idiots whom haven't gotten over the Houses-intermingling-prejudice, which I naturally have read all about in A History of Hogwarts, such as some of the naïve older students but mostly our fellow First-Years that thinks idiotically enough that it's the right thing to do, to disapprove of it too, immaturely enough, disapproves of it.' Something she said, struck a nerve at Edelstein, because he flinched. 'And the only reason the rest of the students were looking at us so sullenly, was because those three have already earned themselves a reputation as troublemakers, and they're worried about the points their next "activity" will cost them, and the Gryffindors are worried that I'll be dragged along, so that we lose points. So, proprietary?' She shook her head, 'Unless we start a food war, there isn't any loss of proprietary to talk about.'
When one had spent a week at any school, even at one as complicated and magical as Hogwarts, one got accustomed to a certain routine. Maybe not the entire routine of the school, that could take a month, or even a year. Or several years. But a routine nonetheless was established for Francis, Antonio, Gilbert and Elizaveta. Not to mention for the other First-Years.
That routine, however, was soon to be destroyed.
It was Thursday 8th of September 2033, and the day started out like any other day at Hogwarts. People woke up.
Got dressed.
Went down, or up, for breakfast. Some in an awake, upbeat mood, others barely keeping their heads from falling face down out of sheer tiredness.
People were sitting, just minding their own business while eating, an undercurrent of excitement that few didn't know what was about. As usual, there were those who finished before the others, and left first.
But today, that was only the First Years. Today, the (Deputy) Headmistress stopped them from leaving,
'I must ask you to stay until everyone's done eating. For the sake of what I'm about to say when everyone's done eating, the first Period class is cancelled for today.' Ignoring the excited whispers that came with this announcement, she continued, 'Furthermore, anyone who deliberately tries to slow down their eating, to avoid more classes today, will cost their House five points. Each.' Although the (Deputy) Headmistress always looked serious, this time she looked so gravely serious, that it put all the other times she had had a serious face to shame.
Finally, after an eternity, at least it seemed like that for Elizaveta who had hardly been able to get a bite down, probably wouldn't have been able to either, if not for her lycanthropy demanding it, (Deputy) Headmistress Weasley gave a wave. This was obviously a signal of some sort, as three students rose from their seats and made their way over to the Teacher's Table. Standing in front of it, they turned; they were Lukas Bondevik, Irina Vlad and Arthur Ignatius Kirkland. When everyone's eyes were on them, Arthur cleared his throat,
'We request the following people to follow us; Liliane Assemani, Gilbert Beilschmidt, Francis Bonnefoy, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, Yvonne Croasdell, Kharma Dorji, Roderich Edelstein, Elizaveta Héderváry, Jacinto Jorge, Ian Jousse, Artus Korkpov, René Maurer, Araya Metkel, Abdullah Shafiq, Monde Stanley, José Luis Sylvan and Basch Zwingli.'
For someone who was only twelve, Arthur did polite demanding rather well. But what was more impressive was the smooth way he and the other two walked towards a door to the left for the Teachers Table.
Francis, who enjoyed, perhaps a little too much, the female attention he got from the females of his year, not to mention from the other years, was the only one of the First Years whom knew what Arthur and the other two had in common;
The Hetalia Club.
He didn't know much of the Hetalia Club but as he walked after the club members, struggling to stride as elegantly as Gilbert always did, he thought about what he'd gleaned from the girls talking to him about it, it was one of the few, if not the only one, clubs that you'd to be invited to instead of asking to join; if anyone wanted to join that was.
And apparently everyone wanted to.
Apparently, there were perks in joining.
Author's notes:
A little Valentines Gift for everyone of my Readers, but especially to my number 1 fan; my best friend.
Happy Valentines!
In the next chapter:
'This room is known throughout Hogwarts, for those who believe in it, as the Come-and-Go-Room, or the Room of Requirement. And this is where we have our clubroom.' He stretched out his hands as to embrace the whole room. 'Hetalia was created six years ago at the realization that some of the students had more explosive magic than others, regardless of temper or wand.'
This was where he got interrupted by Francis,