Saturday, May 17, 2014

The Girl at Hogwarts, Part 4

After that, Albus wasn't as mean. I sorted out the Quidditch mishap with Devon, though I was still seeker. I sat down to breakfast, and Scorpius kept on looking up at the roof. "What?" I asked him. "I'm waiting for mail. Gotta do it sooner or later." Albus passed by, and a Ravenclaw's outstretch arm knocked a cup of juice from his hand. Scorpius laughs and says, "Clumsy Gryffindor! Such bloody fools." Albus does the spell, then looks at me, waiting for me to say an insult. He stares at us for around 15 seconds before he realizes I'm not going to insult him. He takes the cup, walks away, then looks behind him again. He says, "Why?" Under his breath. Then he keeps walking. Scorpius places his chin in his hand. Even when a package plops in front of him, he doesn't move. I poke his head. "Scorpius?" I poke him again. "Scorpius?" I poke him again. "Scorpi-" He turns his head. "What?!" I back away. "Erm. Nothing." He nods and looks at the package in front of him. He slowly peels of the paper, and a beautiful blue box is there. His cuts it open, and golden coins spill out, along with a rolled up piece of parchment. He sweeps aside the coins and they fall to the floor. He viciously unfurls the parchment and reads it. His face you could see filling with joy. "Daddy- er, dad is coming to visit!" He shrieked. I picked up a galleon. I bit it. It was real, alright. I gasp. "Mother of-" There were more than 200 coins. There were more than 98600 knuts in there. (I was good at math, okay?) Scorpius was sure one rich kid. Rose heard Scorpius, along with everyone else in the hall. Most of the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs groaned in agony, but the rest of us cheered. The cheering and booing and chattering of the hall echoed through the air. But then something caught my eye. The noise faded, and all I could hear was my own heartbeat. I picked up the galleon. But it wasn't a galleon. It was in the shape of a diamond.  I peeled back the golden foil, and underneath is... a stone. It's black, and looks like it has a weird-looking eyeball on it. I rip off all of it and gasp. I knew almost nothing about this place, but this... this was the resurrection stone. I held it in the palm of my hand, and blue light came from the cracks between my fingers. Nobody noticed, but Prof. Devon. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. I wanted to run. But I stayed in place. Devon slowly, slowly walks over. "Snow Chang. Seeker of Slytherin. Finder of the stone." He slowly picks the stone from my hand like it's an apple on a pear tree. He inspects it, then places it in my hand and pries my fingers back to my palm. He looks at me, the twinkle in his eyes saying, Keep it safe from your fellow Slytherins. You never know who could be a Voldemort. I nod, staring, as he walks away. I slowly push it into my pocket. Then I hear this: "PRAT! BLOODY PRAT!" I, along with pretty much everyone else, turns towards the noise. "GIVIT BACK!" A Hufflepuff holds a notebook high in the air, out of a Ravenclaw's reach. Cruelty. The Hufflepuff jeered at the little kid. "Not every Ravenclaw is so smart, I guess. Otherwise you could get this. You sure made a cock up, goat." The kid sags and slowly walks away. Everyone is frozen in place. A Hufflepuff? Doing this? I walked up and pulled out my wand. He pulled out his. I knew it would be useless. We'd shoot spells at each other until one of us gets in trouble. I put my wand into my pocket and said, "Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing it is stupid." The Hufflepuff looked taken aback. That was an Albert Einstein quote he didn't know. Because he was born to wizards, and never heard of the muggle Einstein. He slowly put the book into my hand. He glared, but I shot him a look, and he walked away quickly. I gave the book back to the Ravenclaw and they nodded in approval. I sat back down and bit into the toast. Scorpius was staring at me. "What?" I asked. He jawed then said, "You are such a Gryffindor sometimes." I laughed.

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