HP-Hogwarts Story So Far

Transcript One

Build Up to Hogsmeade

 

Autumn had come to Hogwarts. The young witches and wizards were busy learning, though several could be seen during their Quidditch practices outside. Especially the Slytherins spent a lot of time under the command of Arivel, their new captain, because Professor Snape has stressed (I mean REALLY stressed) that he would like Slytherin to win this year.

And thus one day at the breakfast table, Professor Dumbledore had risen and called for silence. "Next weekend will be a Hogsmeade weekend for all those in their 3rd year or above", he explained. "But for your own safety, don't try to pretend going to Hogsmeade and sneak out into the Forbidden Forest instead," he glanced towards Morticia Lagrand at the Slytherin table. She blushed and muttered something like, "how could he know?"

The students started to talk rapidly as Dumbledore ended his speech.

"I've never been to Hogsmeade!"

"At last! I'm dying for butterbeer!"

A lot of calmer, more private talk started at the tables.

Marvo, finishing his third plate of Bacon turned to Elizabeth. "Are you going to Hogsmeade Lizzy?" He looked over to the Slithering table and frowned "I wonder what that Morticia is up to. I'll have to keep an eye on her" He muttered half to himself.

"Please don't call me Lizzy and yes, I will be". Elizabeth was missing the strong coffee that had accompanied her breakfasts while living in Italy. Hogwarts was proving something of a culture shock.

Noting Marvo's interest in the Slytherin table, she whispered to Marvo, "Be careful. I'm sure we'll find out if we keep our eyes and ears open."

"I plan to Lizzy. I very much plan to." Marvo looked once more to the Slytherin and smiled to himself, making for another plate of bacon.

Yvette moved as quickly as she could down the hallway, pausing only once, and that was to get a better grip on her suitcases. She didn't know exactly what the new password was, but it was good enough to be here. She didn't know how much she'd missed this place...

As she passed by a group of Slytherins, she returned their looks of disgust and walked on, hopping over steps she knew would disappear if she stepped on them. Peeves was around here somewhere, and she was trying to be wary.

"Password?" The fat pink lady demanded as she squinted at her. Yvette shrugged.

"Ummm...pig snout?"

"No, that was last year's."

"I don't know! But don't you remember me? I've been coming for three years!" She protested. The lady shook her head. "Sorry."

"But...but everyone knows me!" A passing student gave her a surprised look, and Yvette realized what she'd just said sounded like she was bragging.

"Fine, I'll wait here." So she plopped down with her suitcases, crossing her arms and waiting for someone who knew the password to come.

Just after finishing a Quidditch practice Ceridwyn noticed a student carrying suitcases. Deciding to be polite, she introduced herself. "Hey, are you new here? My name's Ceridwyn Lindsley, I'm a 3rd year Slytherin, what house are you in?

Yvette looked up, and smiled slightly. "I'm Yvette Monclere, third year Gryffindor. I think I've seen you before...would you by any chance know where Professor McGonagall is?"

"Hmm, you do look somewhat familiar to me too. I don't know where Professor McGonagall is at the moment but I could show you where her class is." Ceridwyn looked a little uncomfortable talking to this Gryffindor.

Yvette smiled, gripping her suitcases. "Okay!" She didn't mind embarassing this Slytherin. She didn't like them much, anyways.

Marvo opened picture from inside and looked at the new girl. "Hello? Haven't seen you before? Let me help you with that case."

Yvette looked from Ceridwyn to Marvo, then shrugged. "Thanks!" She handed her suitcase to him, follwed by a grin. "By the way..." She dropped her voice to a whisper, "What's the password?"

Marvo smiled insincerely at Ceridwyn and whispered to Yvette "I'll tell you inside."

Morticia came rushing along, looking for Ceridwyn. "Ah, there you are! Forgot that today's Quidditch practice?"

She saw Yvette. "Oh." She frowned. "Come on, Cer. Arivel's waiting. You don't want to spend your time with HER."

Yvette's smile was swept off of her face, and replaced by an unreadable expression. "You made the Quidditch team, Morticia? Gee, I'm surprised! From what I remember you can't even stay on the broomstick." This was accompanied with a smirk.

Morticia replied with a gentle smile. "At least you were wiser than usual and didn't even try. Were you afraid to be invited for the Quidditch trials? Or why did you show up so late? I already thought we'd have to live without you this year. That would have been a real pity."

Yvette smiled sweetly, though her eyes were flashing. "You're lucky I was sick, otherwise you'd be eating your words when we played each other." Her eyes narrowed.

Morticia replied with a laugh. "I'm awfully sorry, but I have more important things to do now. Like getting bored or so. Come on, Cer! Quidditch's calling."

Marvo stood in the entrance way to the Griffyndor common room, not quite sure what to do.

Marvo looked straight into Morticia's eyes. "I'm SURE the feeling is MUTUAL my dear! Come on Yvette, lets get these bags inside. Oh? Are they all flavor beans?"

"You're so charming that I could get sick, Ward!" Morticia called while dragging Ceridwyn away.

Marvo whispered under his breath "Do not fool with a Ward 'Gir'l, for we are subtle and quick to anger." He turned and smiled at Yvette. "So... er... I assume you to know each other?"

Morticia muttered, "Be careful, Ward! Be VERY careful! One doesn't mess with a Lagrand. That's a lesson many had to learn!"

Yvette clenched a fist and turned her back on Morticia. She nodded at him, calming down slightly. "Yeah. We...don't get along too well."

Marvo Laughed "I would never have guessed. You can tell me all about it over a pot of tea. I have one brewing inside."

Yvette grinned wryly. "Okay...ooh, tea? I haven't had that for ages!"

Ceridwyn, seeing Marvo's rude display, just rolled her eyes, not committing herself to the level at which Marvo had stooped. "Yeah, let's go Morticia." Ceridwyn looks at Yvonne, sort of sadly. Maybe they could've been friends.

Yvette waggled her fingers in Ceridwyn's general direction. "See ya around." She followed Marvo inside.

Madison looked up from her book and, seeing Yvette, got up quickly and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Madison, the 'new girl'. Are you new here too?" She caught the expression on Yvette's face. "Hey, are you alright? You seem a bit...perturbed..."

Yvette smiled. More new people. "I'm a third year, but not new. I got here late 'cause I was sick...and..." She took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just a had a little encounter with someone *ahem* who I know..."

Marvo smiled "Really? do tell us more?"

She smiled slightly. "It's just an old family rivalry. Nothing too big." Yvette fished around in her suitcase, then produced a pumpkin pasty.

Madison smiled. "Professor Snape is the only person I know so far who can get a reaction like that out of me, but out visit to Hogsmeade should cheer me up." Suddenly, she became serious. "I just remembered. We never found out what Snape was doing in Hagrid's hut," she said to Marvo.

"That's true Maddy," said Mavro. "I wonder what he is up to? But I hope it has nothing to do with that forest! I bet the 'Slitherings' know!"

Letitia strolled into the room and looked around. 'Well, excuuuuuse me for having a life! A large griffon type creature kidnapped my father about 6 weeks ago and my mother and I have been looking for him, of course Hogwarts had to be left until it was all sorted out. Any of you would have done the same, wouldn't you?" Letitia sat down in a comfy chair and looked at all the newbies. "Hiya all of you. So, what are you all up to?"

Morticia laughed. "Sorry, I don't laugh at your father being kidnapped, but..." She took a deep breath. "It was fun watching all those Gryffindors trying to get the password!" She looked at Marvo and Yvette, and burst into another fit of laughter.

Egreen's ears picked up as he heard the mention of the word griffen. "er Lititia did you yo say ... erm ... did your father get back okay?" Egreen had gone white.

"Of course he is!" Morticia interrupted before Letitia can say anything. "She wouldn't be here now if not, would she? I bet he just enjoyed his trip."

"Yes Letitia, I was worried about your father. But I understand apart from a little shock he is okay now." Said Marvo. "And thank you 'Morty' for keeping us so 'entertained' while we waited." Marvo looked deeply at Morticia's hair and smiled widely.

"Oh, please! Could we refrain from using childish nicknames? I don't call you Marvy, do I?" When Marvo did not seem to look, she tried to check whether something was wrong with her hair...

Marvo tried very, VERY hard not to laugh.

Kat was looking forward to a weekend at Hogsmeade. She needed a break. After that first night she'd continued to wonder about the strange dreams everyone had. No one talked about it anymore, but she'd been having those strange dreams regularly. The drumming wasn't always there when she woke though, and she found that if she concentrated and wished it to stop it did go way. She didn't understand that either. The dreams had never been the same, different things that worried her for some reason. She'd awake in the night and she could tell the others in her dorm also continued to have the same experience as her.

She had spent many hours in the library looking in the dream dictionary to try and work out why. Now she had a plan. She discovered certain things that could be done with dreams, and was ready to test them. Best not think too loudly here though, you never knew who was listening. She was going to discuss her plans with the other Ravenclaw later in the common room.

She had also made some interesting observations in the library. Egreen had been spending far too long in there too, and she was starting to get the idea that his facade of studying to do better was a little transparent. She seen him caring large old tomes to the desk when he thought no-one was looking. The dust that came out of them was quite amazing. They came from the mysterious magic section of the library. She also saw his black book that he got from Knockturn alley several times. He would sit and compare the book against the old tomes and scribble frantic notes while he was doing so. She didn't like it. That book made her skin crawl. Maybe she'd have to confront him one of these days.