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Megara Kostas
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Hey guys, I'm so sorry about the wait for this chapter! I've had a lot of things going on but it's Spring Break for me now so I promise I will try and give you more updates, more quickly  Hope you enjoy it anyway, and once again, thanks for reading! 
Chapter Sixteen - Meeting and Greeting
Izabella entered the Great Hall in the dark purple robes she had changed into. Her dark hair curled gently at the ends, cascading down her back and framing her pale face. Her heels clicked along the floor, as she walked between the long House tables and looked up at the ceiling, which reflected the dark, starry sky outside. A group of teachers were standing around the Head table, conversing and laughing as they waited for the students.
Izabella approached them warily, noticing Snape and making her way towards him. As she stood next to her brother, Professor Sprout gasped and ran towards her, engulfing Izabella in her arms. Izabella laughed as Professor Sprout held her at arms length.
“Welcome back Izabella.” she said grinning cheerfully.
“Thank you.” Izabella replied beaming around at everyone.
Dumbledore chuckled as he entered the Great Hall through a door behind the Head table. He placed a hand on Izabella's shoulder and smiled for a moment then turned and sat down in the high backed golden chair in the centre of the Head table. The teachers took their places, Snape guiding Izabella to the seat next to his.
There was a mumble of conversation until a small cough interrupted them. Looking around, Izabella frowned slightly as she saw a small figure, dressed completely in pink, standing in front of the table, and smiling sickly at the teachers.
“Good evening. I am Dolores Umbridge, it's a pleasure to meet you all.” she said in a strangely high voice. Izabella bit her lip and dropped her head slightly to hide the grin that was creeping onto her face.
“You must be Izabella Prince. My cover teacher for when I have important Ministry work?” she said, tilting her head to one side and smiling sweetly. Snape sighed loudly, the muscles in his jaw clenching.
“I am the other Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher yes.” Izabella replied firmly, smiling back at Umbridge in a fake manner.
“Fantastic.” Umbridge said, giggling girlishly. Izabella saw Snape raise an eyebrow and she coughed to cover up the splutter of laughter that erupted from her mouth. Dumbledore stood up quickly and gestured to the seat on his right.
“Take a seat Dolores.” he said graciously.
“Thank you Albus.” she said nodding towards him, striding towards her chair and sitting down, smoothing her clothing pompously. Izabella and Snape exchanged a look then quickly turned away from each other as a grin spread across their faces.
There was a rumble of voices, growing louder, until students began pouring through the wooden doors and into the Great Hall. Gaggles of girls made their way to their House tables, giggling and chatting amongst themselves. As the Hall slowly filled with figure in black robes, Izabella craned her neck, scanning the Gryffindor table until she found the messy black hair she was looking for.
Sighing in relief as she caught sight of Harry sitting with Ron and Hermione, she ignored Snape as he rolled her eyes at her, and smiled in Harry's direction. He grinned back at her but then joined Ron and Hermione in frowning at the teacher's table. Izabella looked down the row of teachers then turned to Snape.
“Is Hagrid not back yet?” she whispered, in a concerned voice. He shook his head, causing Izabella to bite her lip worriedly. She watched Harry for a moment, then glanced along the Slytherin table. A pale face watched her and Snape closely. Izabella raised an eyebrow at Draco Malfoy and inclined her head slightly. He turned his face away from her.
“We need to keep an eye on him.” Snape said in a low voice, leaning towards Izabella slightly as he stared at Malfoy. She nodded, then sat up as McGonagall entered with the terrified first years. Izabella hardly listened to the sorting or the hat's song, she was scanning the room and watching her new students.
The last person was sorted and she laughed as Dumbledore began the feast and the students dived for the food in front of them.
By the time Dumbledore stood to make his speech, Izabella was completely full and yawning drowsily. She vaguely listened to Dumbledore's announcements, looking around the Hall at the student's faces.
“We have a few changes to the staff this year,” Dumbledore said, pausing slightly. Izabella sat up in her seat, blinking away her tiredness. “Professor Grubby-Plank will be taking Care of Magical Creatures, and this year we are lucky enough to have two Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers, Professor Prince and Professor Umbridge.”
Dumbledore lead the Hall in an applause, the students frowning as they whispered to each other about the changes in staff. Dumbledore continued, until he stopped suddenly. Izabella snapped her head up to look at him, frowning as to where the interrupting cough had come from.
The plump pink figure rose and began talking, much to the surprise of the shocked students below, in her high girlish voice, addressing the audience in front of her as if they were very young children.
Izabella was too shocked to listen to what she had to say, but instead watched the expressions of the teachers faces. McGonagall looked furious, Flitwick's mouth hung open, his eyes wide, and Snape glared at Umbridge through narrowed eyes.
Dumbledore remained calm, starting the applause when Umbridge had finished, but there was a storm brewing in his blue eyes.
After Dumbledore had dismissed the school, he sat back down in his golden chair looking thoughtful. The Head of Houses rushed to make sure students went straight to their dormitories, Snape nodding towards his sister.
“Goodnight.” he said, flashing a weak smile at her.
“'Night.” Izabella replied quietly, biting her nails. Izabella stood up quickly then dithered by her chair.
“Harry will be fine Izabella. He's home now.” Dumbledore said quietly, his eyes not moving from the place on the wall at which he was gazing at. Izabella watched Harry leave the Hall then sighed and sat back down, running a hand through her hair.
“I know.” she said in a small voice. Umbridge leant forward and raised an eyebrow.
“Why are you so concerned with Harry Potter's well being?” she asked sweetly.
“He's my godson.” she said plainly, avoiding looking at Umbridge.
“Oh really?” Umbridge said. “I though Sirius Black was his only godparent.” she said interestedly.
“Well you thought wrong.” Izabella snapped, pushing her chair back and standing up.
“Goodnight Professor Dumbledore.” she said, leaving the Hall swiftly, turning down the corridor towards her room.
Last edited by ThePureBloodPrincess; 05-08-2011 at 10:22 PM.
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