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Snape'sGirlThru&Thru Gah, she shouldn't have asked, should she? Now she looked like she didn't know the story - which she didn't, of course, but she hadn't wanted him to know that. Ah well. At least she'd only said she'd heard of him, not that she'd read about him. Then she'd have a problem. "I'd say he'd have to have lost his mind at least a little, even if he was Pureblood," she replied. "I mean, even if they were Squibs, don't Wizarding families usually just send them into the Muggle world? Turning them into hedgehogs just because they can't do magic is crazy."
Oh, now Treyen was defending himself. He thought that she thought he might've transfigured someone into a hedgehog/knarl too? Heh. "I believe you," Vashti said. "You don't seem like the type to transfigure people into hedgehogs, anyway."
"When I can, I do," she answered. "Usually as a Chaser." Best position ever, in her opinion. "What about you?"
Oh! Reynolds! Oh yeah, she remembered him now. Nolan was his first name? She didn't know that, but then, she hadn't attended very many Divination lessons. "Oh, I see," she said. "So he's not going to be here this year?" That was a shame. She might not have attended the classes often, but she did like the professor when she did. He certainly hadn't been one of those crazy, weirdo, "IIII caaan seee youurrr fuuuutuuuureee" type of person that Vashti generally associated with the subject.
Wait! Lockhart! Gilderoy Lockhart! Now Vashti remembered where she'd seen that name before. "Are you related to Gilderoy Lockhart, by any chance?" she asked suddenly.
Okay, he had to think for a moment before saying the first thing that came to mind, he didn't know which House she belonged to,
"I don't really know how Squibs were treated back in those times," he should've done a much extensive research, sigh,
"But we all know that they are slightly rare, I mean, having seven of those must have been a rather difficult thing for a Pureblood to accept, I think," at least it
kind of made sense, no matter how evil it was.
"They do that now, though, I haven't met one yet," and that would be just as exciting as meeting a Muggleborn or any Muggle for that matter. Silly from his part, considering he had Muggle relatives.
And then Treyen smiled, slightly relieved that she believed him,
"I wouldn't, it's kind of creepy, and weird, and just plain evil," he said, shaking his head again,
"And I'm no Slyth--Yeah, I wouldn't," it had worked, right? She had no idea he was going to say something else, right?
Blink, blink, blink.
She did? Chaser, huh? That was his dad's position. Well, it had been, many years ago.
"I--didn't know you do," which was weird, he would've seen her at a game, right?
"I'm usually Keeper, but I had to be Seeker two years ago," and he was holding the biggest smile ever imaginable. He wouldn't want to seek again, but the Snitch was a pretty golden ball.
The smile faded at the mention of Nolan,
"No, he won't, it's real bad honestly, he'd been a wonderful Professor," a nod came to his pretty light brown head, the new Professor better do a good job. He or she better do it. Oh, hopefully it would be a 'He' instead of a 'She'.
What? That was...random. And the best thing she could ever ask! Though, this summer Treyen managed to find out the truth about his beloved Hero, but it didn't change the way he felt about him, he was the most awesome Obliviator ever, right?
"Why, I am!" he was holding a smile on his face, forever loyal to Gilderoy, huh?
"And you must be a Ravenclaw, aren't you?" it was only common sense, since she'd heard of Gilderoy.
Common sense. Right.