Harry: *is at the Astronomy Tower, looking out at the view, sighs in tiredness*
Severus came into his office, sitting heavely on his chair. His lower back hurt terriably. He was never going to save first years that could move out of the way on their own when a couldren was blowing up.
Beck: *in a carriage on her way to Hogwarts up the path*
Harry: *sees a carriage coming in from where he was sitting* Eh? Who's that?
Beck: *gets out of the carriage and walks in the front doors, disappearing into the castle*
Harry: Hmm...She's pretty nice-looking
Remus: *walks in* Who might that be, Cub?
Harry: Looks like a last-minute entry of a new student
Remus: It is.
Harry: I wonder what house will she be entered in. It's really rare to have last minute entries
Remus: Well she's a transfer student and her... what was the muggle word, plane? was delayed.
Harry: Ah, OK. But from which was she transferred from? Beauxbaton? Durmstrang?
Remus: The Salem Academy in America.
Harry: Hmm...That's a rare place to come from. Do we know the reason of her transfer?
"Hello Lupin, Potter." Severus had taken a pain potion. "What are we gathered around for?"
Remus: *unsurprised, having smelled his approach*
Harry: *face goes a little pink at the sight of him, but controlled him* Good day, Proffesor. We were just discussing about the new transfer student I saw just now
"Really?" A spark of jealousy flaring deep in him.
Remus: *chuckles* Yes, really. Now its late and I must bid you gentlemen, goodnight. *leaves but stops in the doorway* Oh, and Mr. Potter?
Harry: Yes, Prof. Lupin?
Remus: *smiles knowing at him* 10 points from Gryffindor for being out past curfew. *leaves*
"That was my line." Severus said under his breath.
Harry: *jaws drop* That was cruel, even for you, my wolf godfather... TT_TT
"Potter follow me." He said going back inside.
Harry: Yes, Prof. Snape *follows behind him*
Once they got down to his office he closed the door. "What were you doing out there? YOu were supose to be here an hour ago."
Harry: Well, I was a little tired from class, and I wanted to get away and clear my mind for a while so...
"You wanted to get away from me?"
Harry: N-No, not from you particularly. Just...Just from people.
"You could have come here." He sat down gently in his chair.
Harry: Sorry... *sat down with a sad face*
Severus sighed.
Harry: It's just that...now that I'm in 7th year, everyone's expected me to excel in school, even the Ministry has been pressuring me to excel because they have a place for me in their office
Harry: I feel so stressed out right now...
"Then why do it? Who do you have to prove to? You are Harry Potter. You can do anything, even tell everyone to fuck off."
Harry: That's the whole point. Because I'm Harry fucking Potter, everyone expects me to behave like one. If I tell them to fuck off, what do you think they'll do to me? You think I'll ever be accepted in this society if I behave out of their expectations? They might make me go back to the Muggle world! That's the last thing I want! I'm not going back to that world, ever!
"And what about me?" Severus raised an eye brow.
Harry: You're the last person I want to leave, so that's why I'm enduring all this...
"Harry, do you know why I continue teaching even though I hate it so?"
Harry: *looks up at him, shaking his head*
"Because this is the only way I can be near you with out a media finzy. With out the papers saying you have been suduced by the darkside, or your teacher, a once death eater, force you into a relationship of his own twisted fantisies. I could go on about what they would say."
Harry: *his eyes sparkled with tears, his heart touched by what he said. lowers his head and whispers* You're...You're just saying that...
"I care for you, Harry, very, very much."
Harry: You're just...trying to make me happy... *covers his face with his hands, sobbing more out of relief than out of sadness*
"Possibly, then maybe not."
Harry: *couldn't control his impulse, lunged forward to hug Severus and continue sobbing*
Severus smiled faintly. "There there, you'll get my robe dirty."
Harry: I don't care...I just want to be in your arms for a while...
"All right, all right"
Illuscia: *runs her fingers through her waist-long hair and was going back to her homeroom when she bumped into someone* Ouch!
Beck: *blinks* You ok?
Illuscia: Ah! I'm OK. S...Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going
Beck: Its cool. *looks around* This place is fucking huge...
Illuscia: *shrugs* It's a castle. It has to be.
Beck: Well yeah... but still... its fucking huge.
Illuscia: Doesn't your school look as big as this where you come from?
Beck: No....
Illuscia: Really? Where did you come from by the way? I can see you're new here. Transfer student?
Beck: I'm American.
Illuscia: Ah, OK. *extends a hand* I'm Illuscia. Illuscia Nester, Slytherin. You?
Beck: *shakes her hand* Rebecca Evans. Call me Beck. And what's Slytherin?
Illuscia: *shows her the Slytherin necktie* A house with a bunch of stuck-up snobs that I had the unfortunate luck to be put in. No biggie
Beck: Right. That meant nothing to me. All you did is show me your tie and complain a little. What do you mean by house? Like, there's a home in this castle? Or what..?
Illuscia: Well, you see... *explains the terms of house and the names of the house and its significance (which I am too lazy to type)* You understand now? That's the reason why I complain about my house
Beck: *shrug* Well you're stuck with what you're stuck with. Seems like a load of shit to me though. "Ohh! Kids when they're eleven stay exactly the same through out all their teenage years!"
Illuscia: *laughs* That's what my foster mother said when I celebrated my 11th birthday
Beck: Well I'm glad someone else sees the idiocy.
Illuscia: But seriously, doesn't your school looks anything like this? I thought all magic schools are usually made in castles
Beck: Why would you think that?
Illuscia: Well, Beauxbatons is a palace, Durmstrang is a castle, so I assume yours might be just as equal
Beck: Yeah... it was a boarding school, but it wasn't a fucking castle. It was like, a college campus.
Illuscia: Hm. Interesting. I'm sure they made sure to use Unplottable so that the school may not be found by Muggles?
Beck: It is unplottable. I said its -like- a college campus. Not that it was one.
Illuscia: *shrugs nonchalantly* I was just asking
Beck: *looking around*
"Rebecca would you come up here." Albus said holding the sorting hat.)
Illuscia: *sitting at her usual spot away from all her fellow Slytherin, thanks to her reputation as a blood-traitor, and watched quietly*
Harry: *wonders which house will she be sorted in*
Beck: *walks up to the stool and sits down*
Albus sat hat on her head and sat back.
Hat: Oh my... well Rebecca Evans... this is interesting. You've got a good head on your shoulders *blahblahblah* HUFFLEPUFF!
Illuscia: *grins* Nice.
"Miss Evans you can take your sit with your table mates." he gesture to the table and took the hat off.
Harry: Ah, dang. I was hoping for Gryffindor
Hermione: ..Harry, wasn't Evans your mum's name?
Harry: Yes. But there's got to be plenty of Evans around the world. I hate to admit it, but it's not a very uncommon last name
Hermione: It is in the wizarding world, Harry. Especially since your mum was a muggle born.
Harry: What does being muggle-born have to do with names in the wizarding world, anyway, Mione?
Hermione: Nothing, Harry. I was just thinking out loud is all.
"She could be related to you." Ron said, stuffing his face. "Or something."
Hermione: Its not very likely. Evans isn't exactly an uncommon name, Ronald. *frowns*
He shrugged, nearly shoving more food in his face.
Harry: I doubt that. My mom only had Aunt Petunia for a sibling, and she's a Muggle
"Can you pass me a roll, 'Mine?"
Hermione: *frown* Get it yourself, Ron. Besides, you shouldn't eat that much anyway!
Harry: *chuckles at the lovers' spat between Mione and Ron*
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