|
|
Post by Neville Franklin Longbottom on Jul 12, 2011 15:13:53 GMT -5
Well, that made sense, thought Neville. He disliked those stupid slytherin families, going on over their blood purity. And at least half of them were probably Voldemort supporters anyway. If he got stuck in a compartment with them, he'd leave too. Poor girl.
"Can't blame you there," muttered Neville. "They tend to drive sensible people crazy after a while." He really couldn't stand them, and hoped none of the Slytherins got the idea to wander around here too. With his luck, that was a definite possibility.
He listened to Harry's reply with interest. He didn't know that his...acquaintance wanted the food trolley. He hoped his search for Trevor didn't slow him down from that. Then again, they haven't even seen the food trolley yet. It was probably farther down the aisle somewhere.
"I was looking for my toad," replied Neville, in case Alyssa cared. "Trevor uh...has a habit of running off on his own sometimes, and I uh...have no idea where he went." That probably sounded bad though...not being able to keep track of his own toad. Oh well, there was nothing he could do about it now.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alyssa Matthews on Jul 12, 2011 15:29:06 GMT -5
Alyssa nodded at Harry's comment feeling guiltier now. Why did she have to make a big fuss out of everything? Neville's comment though helped her relax once more. At least the two shared view points in one subject. Though she couldn't be sure about all other subjects.
Trolley and Trevor...Two T's gone missing, which amused her in a way. "I'll help you guys look for both Trevor and the trolley. Though I am curious, is Trevor a pet?" she wasn't sure what Trevor was. And was guessing he was some form of small cat. Then again it could be a rat, a owl, or a toad. So, just incase she was to find a random cat and call it Trevor, she wouldn't have any justification. But then again, knowing what Trevor was would avoid the whole situation. Which would be better than getting clawed at by a cat...
|
|
|
|
Post by Neville Franklin Longbottom on Jul 12, 2011 16:12:33 GMT -5
"Yep," replied Neville. "Trevor's my pet toad." He hoped she didn't make fun of him for that. Very few people their age actually had toads, after all. Owls and cats were far more popular choices as pets, after all. Not like he could blame them, as having your own owl was useful for post.
Of course, Neville wouldn't trade Trevor for anything now. At the time, he didn't know what his Uncle was thinking buying him a toad. But he managed to bond with Trevor, and loved the little guy now. Besides, what would he do with an owl anyway? It's not like he actually had any friends to write to. Well, his grandmother expected letters back, but he could always use the school owls for that.
"Hopefully we find what we're looking for," he mumbled, thinking of Trevor and the trolley. Maybe this school year wouldn't be so bad after all.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alyssa Matthews on Jul 14, 2011 16:42:48 GMT -5
Alyssa nodded "That's cool," to tell the truth. The girl didn't have a pet, atleast not yet. Her parents promised her a cat, which she is awaiting for. But she doesn't have high hopes, it's been years since her father died and couldn't complete his promise. Sighing she looked around for the toad.
"Do you remember the last place you were with Trevor?" she asked him. It'll be easier to retrace his steps than look somewhere that may be miles away. What if the toad had jumped out his pocket in the train station. And that would suck. Since not only would Nevilla had lost his toad, but they would have had their hopes high in finding it only to know it's hoping around trying to avoid moving carts.
|
|
|
|
Post by Samantha Cleopatra Snape on Jul 15, 2011 8:17:29 GMT -5
A tall, thin girl with hair the color of blood made her way down the aide of the train. Despite her boyish attire - a slightly lose emerald green dress shirt with the Slytherin emblem sewn into the breast pocket, fitted jeans (size 0, if anyone cared), and small-heeled ankle boots - she was obviously female. Her long, haphazardly cut hair was pulled back into a very messy ponytail, with any strand of hair not quite long enough (all were cut at different lengths) to be held by the band falling into her face. Her eyes were black, and her skin was pale; her cheekbones were sharp, and just slightly haughty. Obviously, she was a Slytherin, but she was a special Slytherin. Why, you ask? Simply put, this was for two reasons - both ones that should have made anyone suspicious of her. The more widely known fact, was that she was none-other than Severus Snape's eldest and only child. The second, known only to herself, her father, and perhaps one or two of her closest friends, was that she was a member of the Resistance, a spy because of the fact that the old fool Dumbledore liked her so much. Though it may have seemed random, only after noting all of this would one take notice of the emerald studs in her ears, or the silver bracelet which hung from one boney wrist. The redhead had been sent by her friends to get some food, mainly because they wanted some, and she was the only one who wouldn't eat any of it. She hadn't been eating sweets for about two years now, but that wasn't the half of it. For roughly a year now, though her father never really seemed to take not of it, she had been eating barely anything at meals, if she ate at all. Her friends worried, but they chose to stay silent; this was mostly because they knew she could blast them into the next millennium if they riled her up enough. Soon enough, she came upon a small group of first years. Unsorted, puny, and innocent-looking. She sneered in slight disgust. She had always disliked first years, even when she was one herself. As a friend of her's had once said, "Even first years dislike first years." The fifth year female's sneering carried into her words when she finally spoke. Leaning against one of the compartment doors close at hand, she crossed her bony, pale arms over her chest (her arms could be seen because the sleeves of her shirt were rolled up past her elbows). "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A bunch of little firsties. Not lost, I hope."Her mocking, sneering tone conveyed that she hoped they were. ((Just got home from the 3AM showing of DH, Pt2. R.I.P. Severus! *cried when he died, and when the Prince's tale was told*)) |
|
|
|
Post by Harry James Potter on Jul 15, 2011 20:43:05 GMT -5
Harry merely smiled as the two of them went back and forth, not really thinking of anything that would contribute to the conversation. There really wasn't much to say on his part, since they were saying it for him, but he didn't mind. It was nice to know there were others who were nice to him, well you know, after the Weasleys, or maybe even just Ron, he still wasn't positive about the others. The lady, whom Harry assumed to be Ron's mother, was nice enough, and the others seemed nice as well, but who was judge one on just a brief meet.
Then this girl, who he thought to be a good 5 years, or less, older than him. She didn't seem like a normal person, nor a person he knew, but he felt he should know her, just from the way she acted. Since Harry didn't know much about the houses, nor the colors of the houses, he couldn't tell for certain that she was in Gryffindor, Hufflepuff or the others, but if he had to guess, he would guess Gryffindor, because of her hair. Red seemed to match the name at least, but for all he knew Gryffindor could be some weird yellow or orange color, maybe black.
"No, mam," Harry replied politely, "We were just talking, is that a problem?" Of course Harry didn't really like the way she was talking to him, but picking a fight with an older girl wouldn't end nicely.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alyssa Matthews on Jul 17, 2011 12:00:59 GMT -5
Hearing the sneer Alyssa couldn't help but remember the Slytherins who spoke to her in the same tone about some of the muggle borns, and Hufflepuff. Though she hadn't seen anything wrong with that house. Frowning slightly she replied in a cool neautral tone "Nope we know where we are at, do you know where you are at. Or do you mean a different lost?"
So the young girl wasn't reacting as fondly of the girl as the polite Harry did. In her own way she was being cold and neautral. Studying her she cocked her head to the side "I'm guessing your a fifth year..." she told the skinny girl. She seemed, to be a bit like the few Slytherins she had seen. But maybe she was a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw. Though she didn't seem as kind as the Hufflepuffs, who always seemed peaceful and nice.
|
|
|
|
Post by Samantha Cleopatra Snape on Jul 17, 2011 14:16:32 GMT -5
Glancing closely at the boy whom had spoke to her, the redhead mentally raised an eyebrow. 'Well, if it isn't Harry Potter...' she thought, allowing the sneer to slip from her mouth, and her face to fall into its usual neutrality once more. She listened to the girl's words as well, finding their bite amusing. 'A good candidate for Slytherin, girl, though Ravenclaw would fit, too, if your wit is as razor-sharp as your tongue is...' the fifth year mused.
"No, no problem," she replied to the slightly mousy-looking boy, before answering the girl. "If I were lost, do you think I'd be talking to a group of first years? And no, I didn't mean a different sort of lost; no other than the usual mundane sort would make any sense, now would it?"[/b] Her words were cool, and just a slight bit disdainful, as if she thought her intelligence was superior of that of the children before her. Of course, in all honestly, she did think that - they were first years, for God's sake, there was no way she was less intelligent than they.
Though, that could have just been her Slytherin pride talking...
"And yes, I am a fifth year... A Slytherin fifth year, to be exact."[/b] She stopped short of giving her name. The redhead would give out such information when the time was right. Or, when the little firsties decided to introduce themselves.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alyssa Matthews on Jul 17, 2011 16:32:13 GMT -5
Alyssa listened to the gir's comments silently. Her annoyance well hidden, due to the fact she didn't like having enemies. And being a fifth year's enemy isn't a good first thing to do. Especially since she didn't know what house she was in. So if by bad chance she was in the same house as this girl, she wouldn't be someone she would be picked on.
Slytherin, no surprise she is part of that disdainful crowd. Sure Alyssa always found something good in everyone, for example this girl's pride and composition was admirable, but that didn't mean she liked everyone. The other first years seemed nice, and she was somewhat fond of them, but they were still just acquaintance since she hadn't spoken to them much, but the little moment she did she found positive aspects in them. And in time they would, like nearly anyone else would be a friend.
"I'm Alyssa Matthews," the name, though a pureblood's wasn't known. Or as known. And due to the fact she wasn't in a house and both her parents were from different houses she didn't really have a favorite house. Though she didn't look forward to being placed in Slytherin. Not that she hated the house, she just didn't like how they acted, a bit snobbish in her point of view. Despite the fact they were also purebloods and known to become great things after Hogwarts. Then again, every house had many famous witches and wizards.
|
|
|
|
Post by Harry James Potter on Jul 21, 2011 22:42:39 GMT -5
Harry was still thinking about what house he would be placed in. So far he really wasn't sure, but he definitely didn't want to be in Slytherin, mostly because of that blonde kid from earlier and this person. Both rubbed him the wrong way. He didn't want to be in Hufflepuff because he thought it was for duffers. And he didn't know much about Ravenclaw, so he couldn't really discard that choice, if they even had a choice. Gryffindor, he wasn't sure about that one either, but he was leaning towards that one most of all, probably because it just sounded cool.
"I'm Harry Potter," Harry introduced, not used to most people knowing his name. She probably knew his name already, since she seemed to know more than at least he did, and probably the others as well. He didn't like her attitude at all. And he wasn't going to put up with it anymore.
"We don't need your help, we don't want you to be picking fun at us, and I would like you to leave," Harry said fiercely and confidently, though it probably wouldn't work in ridding them of the Slytherin before them. Harry was tough, if it didn't involve Dudley, who he hated and learned from an early stage to not mouth off to, otherwise he was going to be locked up in the closet for awhile, because 'Harrwee was sooo mean two mewee." Or Dudley would throw one of his little fits. So Harry just decided to ignore it, though at times he lost his temper.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alyssa Matthews on Jul 24, 2011 13:55:16 GMT -5
This probably was the first time she ever heard Harry speak fiercely. Then again she had known him for what? A bare 10 minutes? Not long, but still it made her relieved. Maybe surviving the Killing Curse wasn't something that would make you inhuman. He seemed, human. Though she couldn't relate to him in any form so far. He was just...Different, born to be great I guess you could say. It wasn't like her parents we being tracked by You-Know-Who personally. Nor was her father a great Quiddich player, that was only her mother who wasn't outstandingly great like James Potter, she was merely a good Chaser. And her mother wasn't great at Potions, her father liked them, he was a book worm, but her mother wasn't to be trusted with any types of ingredients.
So Alyssa was a completely split person. It's a wonder her parents got together. Her father down right romantic and her mother realistic. Her father a book worm, her mother a social butterfly. A blonde blue eyed German with a black haired brown eyes Hispanic. Now they were stuck with a daughter who probably wouldn't have strong skills like she suspected Harry Potter to have.
|
|
