To Meet History

Chapter 5-Arguments and Still Friends

Le-Annette took her seat at the Slytherin table beside Roland, who was now smiling at her.

"I'm glad we both ended up in the same house," he said.

"Yes, me too," she replied.

"You probably wanted to end up with Bathsheba, though, didn't you?"

"I don't know, to be honest,"

In all honesty, somewhere in the back of her mind, she had known they were going to put her in Slytherin. She had, in the deepest confines of her heart, wanted to be put into Slytherin. Gryffindor stood up, interrupting her thoughts, and said, "My we feast in peace!"

Food magically appeared on the table before them. Le-Annette allowed a gasp to escape her, and Roland muttered, "My word!" Both wasted no time in digging into their food. They were both obviously starved. All in the Hall was somewhat silent, except for a few stray whispers, but when the majority had finished their food, talking turned into a great uproar.

"So, about earlier, sorry," Roland said.

"Sorry about what?" Le-Annette asked.

"Well, I was rather waspish with everyone. I was nervous and thought no one in that carriage had anything in common with me. I was wrong though," he smiled at her.

Le-Annette smiled back. Roland looked away from her then, allowing her to scan the Hall once more. Each table had a banner up over it. Gryffindor's was done in red and gold colors, with a lion appearing on it. Hufflepuff's was yellow and black with a badger on it. Ravenclaw was blue and bronze with an eagle upon it. Le-Annette craned her neck to look up at her table's banner. It was green and silver with a serpent on it.

"Admiring the House banners?" said a voice.

Le-Annette looked back down. Standing in front of her, in robes of a dark hunter green was Salazar Slytherin. Once again, he look as though he hated this place....and her.

"Y-y-yes, sir," she stammered. He gave her that odd hidden smile again.

"You know that you are the first half-blood to enter my House, don't you?" he asked.

"No, sir," she whispered. She looked around, hoping Roland or somebody would notice this conversation, but it appeared that she was destined to talk to Slytherin alone.

"No, of course you wouldn't. Carry on with your feast, my dear, and lets see if you live up to the Slytherin name,"-and with that, he stalked back over to the Professors' table.

Gryffindor stood again.

"I have specified two second years from each house to lead you to your dormitories. I pray all of you have a good night's sleep, and, for the final time, welcome to Hogwarts!"

He sat down again. Everyone at every table stood. From each table at least one voice could be heard, "First years, this way!"

Le-Annette and Roland both tried to make their way toward a boy and a girl who stood motioning to themselves. When these two had all the firsts years surrounding them, they said, "Follow us."

And the first years followed. As they walked out into hall, Le-Annette noticed something strange about the portraits that lined the walls. They seemed to move.
"Roland!" Le-Annette gasped.

"I know," he said. "Nicholi told us about them."

"Welcome to Hogwarts," a woman in one of the portraits said to them.

"Thank you," whispered Roland and Le-Annette.

They were being led down into what looked like a dungeon. Everything was dark and dank. They all came to a stop in front of a stretch of damp stone wall.

"The password," said the male second year, "is Slytherin's serpent."

With that, the wall slid open, and the second years led them into a room with a grim fire and black furniture. A dungeon common room.

"Boys, your rooms are the staircase on the left. Girls, the same on your right. Good night. You things have already been brought up. You will get your lessons schedule tomorrow morning at breakfast. Good night," the female second year said, and she disappeared up the staircase on the right. Le-Annette muttered a good night to Roland and followed some fellow first year girls up the right staircase.

In the room, the bed sheets were done in white and green (they apparently couldn't pull off silver), and indeed, their trunks had been brought up. Le-Annette and the other girls that shared the room with her dressed into their sleeping garments and climbed into bed.

* * * *

The next day at breakfast, they did receive their schedules. They were passed down the table by their Head of House. Le-Annette noticed almost at once that they had many different lessons, but all of them seemed to be divided up amongst the four founders.

"It seems like an awful lot for them," she commented to Roland.

"I've noticed that to. I don't know why they don't try to find other witches and wizards to teach. Oh, look!" he added, pointed to her schedule. "We have all of our classes with the Gryffindors!"

"I'll get to see Bathsheba!"

"Yes, you do. Now, come along. We'll be late," Bathsheba said, as she approached their table, carrying the books for their first class.

"Coming!" Le-Annette leapt to her feet and gathered her things. She said a quick good-bye to Roland, who was scowling again, and then turned to Bathsheba, adding, "So, what does your common room look like?"

Le-Annette and Bathsheba took turns describing their common rooms. Overall, Le-Annette liked Bathsheba's better. They were now descending stairs that led to the dungeon class room that housed Potions Lessons. Professor Slytherin would be teaching that as well as their next class, Defense Against the Dark Arts. The two girls arrived early outside the class room door and decided it better to wait in silence instead of knocking and asking to enter.

"He's a scary man, that Slytherin. Don't you think so, Le-Annette?" Bathsheba asked.

"Yes, I do. His glare...I don't know how to describe it. It either freezes me or burns me. It could be both," Le-Annette said as she began to stare off into space.

"Le-Annette, are you alright? Le-Annette?"

Le-Annette didn't reply to her. Instead what brought her back to earth was a sudden angry voice from inside the Potion class room. There were two men, from what the girls could hear, inside screaming at one another at the top of their lungs. They were screaming so loudly, in fact, that Bathsheba and Le-Annette couldn't make out what they were yelling about. The door to the class room burst open so suddenly that both girls jumped back in fright. Gryffindor emerged, looking slightly red in the face. However, he forced a smile to his features when he saw the girls standing there.

"Good morning, M'ladies. I would love to stay and chat, but I must be off. Good day," he said, hurrying pass them.

Seconds later, Slytherin emerged. He also looked red in the face, but when he saw the girls, instead of smiling, he hissed, "What are the two of you doing down here?"

Bathsheba seemed to frightened to answer. Le-Annette decided to do it for her.

"Waiting for your class to begin, sir. We beg of you, do not yell at us like that again," she said, instantly regretting it.

Slytherin advanced on her. He stared down his nose at her and hissed, "What did you say to me?"

"I-I believe you heard me quite clear, sir," she stated. Le-Annette was never one to handle bullying.

Slytherin glared at her for a moment, then asked, "You're the half-blood, aren't you?"

"Yessir,"

He laughed. In many ways, this was more frightening than his glare.

"Detention, my little lady, but let me say this: I respect that you stood up to me. I don't like it, but I respect and admire it. What was your name?" he said.

"Le-Annette," she told him.

"Le-Annette, beautiful. Le-Annette, meet me down her at eight o'clock tonight to serve your first detention. I won't go hard on you, considering that you are in my House and this is your first day. Now, enter my room, the both of you. It is time for lessons,"

He stepped aside and allowed them entrance. A few moments later, the rest of the class entered and sat down. They began their first Potion lessons.