Chapter 6: Start of Term Feast
Wow! So much food. How could anyone consume so much? But then there were lots of students to consume it all and by the end of the night almost all of it would be gone. Caitlin smiled round at Alexander helplessly. Dang he was cute. But it wasn't likely that she'd admit she though that. Why should she? It wasn't like he'd think she was cute too.
"Can I ask you something?" asked Alexander. Caitlin nodded but inside she was screaming for find out what he wanted to ask.
"Why does Megan despise me so much?" asked Alexander, desperate for an answer. Caitlin shrugged.
"I don't know. Probably because we've became friends and she's frightened of losing me as a friend" explained Caitlin. It seemed like a reasonable explanation. Maybe.
"Oh right! Well I'm not going to take you away from her" replied Alexander.
"I know that. It's just, she's kind of lucky to be a student here. And I don't think she's going to survive in Slytherin with her blood status" explained Caitlin.
"How come?"
"She's a muggle born. Slytherin's don't take too kindly to it" whispered Caitlin making sure that nobody from Slytherin heard her. But she wasn't careful enough. A Slytherin boy was in earshot. And he didn't look very impressed at all.
"You'd better be careful what you say around here, Gryffindor" said the older boy, his pale face close to Caitlin's slightly darker face. She gulped.
"But I didn't say anything wrong" said Caitlin as she trembled in the presence of the platinum blond haired boy.
"Telling someone that a first year in Slytherin is muggleborn in the presence of another Slytherin IS doing wrong" explained the boy before he walked off back to the Slytherin table. Caitlin looked at Alexander, fear in her brown eyes.
"I think we should steer clear from that boy" she told him as she glanced over at the Slytherin table where Megan was in converse with other Slytherin students, all of them but that one boy oblivious of her blood status.
- Sorry it's short. I hope you enjoy just as well.
Sammi (:
__________________ I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier;
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry;
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier |