Fan Fiction ❯ The one Who Never Knew ❯ Writing Letters and Being a Sorceress ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 4, Writing Letters and Being a Sorceress

Rob,

I know this is so totally weird, you getting this by owl I mean. But in reality you should be happy I'm sending this to you at all, seeing as I still think you're a major jerk. You don't embarrass me. And even if I was sort of hiding you from my parents, its only because I was afraid that if you didn't like them, or they didn't like you (which inevitably would happen if you met them) I was afraid that you, one of my best and only friends, wouldn't want to hang with me anymore. I mean I am a freak and all, I thought, you know, better not push it by adding totally demented parents. Anyways, this was supposed to be a hate letter, but it didn't really turn out that way, but that doesn't mean I'm not totally pissed off. It's just that hear at my new school, people understand me, there all like me, so it's easy to be happy. I've made a friend who's supposedly famous, Harry Potter, or at least Dean tells me he is. All the guys are just so friendly. Anyways, just thought I'd write you.

Wishing they had TV here,

Jade (or Mendel, as you so annoyingly call me)

I stared at the letter; it had taken me two days to write, with the help of Lavender. Everyone at Hogwarts was very helpful. Especially the guys. I mean, I literally had my pick of which guy was going to carry my books, and tutor me in Potions, which was by far me worst subject. I had moved up to Second year after the first two lessons in every subject, except potions. That stupid Professor Snape, he hated me. But other then that, things were pretty cool, you know? I got detention for not wearing my uniform the first day of real lessons, and then grudgingly decided to wear it getting quite good responses from the Gryffindor boys. ("Damn girl, you can pull off any look," a third year named Markus had said. I forced a smiled at the kid, who was obviously trying to hard to be grown-up.) Seriously, I was something I've never been my entire life, popular. Probably just because I'm different, you know? The American, The bad girl, and I'm not a dog either, if I do say so myself.

I took the letter tying it carefully to Mosh-Pit's ankle, like Hermione had shown me, before she left for lunch, I was alone in the little room with all these owls staring at me through there globe-like eyes.

"You going to send that letter or just stare at the bloody thing?" A smooth, definitely male, voice asked. I turned to see that Slytherin boy with the sugary-blonde hair and sliver-y eyes, the one who had winked at me. I tossed the owl into the air and it floated away in search of Rob.

"I'm Jade," I said holding out a hand for him to shake. He looked down at my hand and then slowly let his eyes drift back up to my face, and I mean slowly.

"I know, everyone's talking about you, the infamous Jade Mendel, first bloody American to go to Hogwarts," He said amusedly. I put my hand down.

"Nice to meet you too," I said sarcastically side-stepping the guy, to make a get-a-way. But he blocked my side-step.

"I had such high hopes for you, on the train. I mean, apart from having the ugly old lady with you, you seemed like a pretty, interesting, attractive, girl, but unfortunately you're a bloody Gryffindor." I tried to look bored, but I mean, this guy just said I was attractive, I know I had this big idiotic smile trying to burst through.

"So, what's your point?" I asked in what I hoped, sounded seductive and mysterious. He looked at me as if I were dense.

"That little thing called rivalry, means I can't mess with you," He said in a way more seductive voice then I could ever use.

"Forget the rivalry, I'm new, I don't even know about it," I said hopefully, I know your probably thinking, "What about Rob?" And I'm gonna tell you, the guy lied to me do you really think he's worthy to be my boyfriend? Ok, well I think he's worthy too, but he hasn't exactly asked, and plus he was like a-bazillion miles away.

"Horny?" He asked playfully. I stepped forward, giving my best seductive smile in answer, and then I got this idea.

"You're a straight A in Potions, right?" I asked. He nodded, "Then how about you be my potions tutor? Then we'd be forced to chill together." He raised his eyebrows.

"If you want me that bad, then how can I possibly say no?" He asked pulling me forward with one hand and kissing me, ok, so it wasn't a Rob Wilkins kiss, but it was good.

~*~

"Why exactly, did you just walk into here with Draco Malfoy?" Ron asked glaring at my new potions tutor. I didn't get whom he was talking about right off, never actually knowing his name.

"Oh, uh, he's my new potions tutor," I muttered as if it were no big deal. The response I got was major.

"Draco Malfoy? Why didn't you just ask me? I could help you!" Hermione said loudly.

"Yeah, Hermione's good at everything," Ron added looking at her and then turning his head and blushing slightly. I hadn't expected to need an excuse for this, I just figured, you know that only Slytherin's were good at potions seeing as the professor seems to hate everyone but his own house, which would mean that it only makes sense to ask a Slytherin.

"I guess I just didn't think of it," I said sheepishly.

"Well, you can tell him you found a new tutor," Harry said with this expression on his face that said Poor-New-Girl-Thank-Goodness-We're-Around-To-Help-Her. Even though I totally didn't see it as help.

"I can't believe he even agreed to help a Gryffindor, and a mudblood too," Parvati said and then got glares from all the others. "Not that I view you, or anyone else as a mudblood, it's just, he does," She added.

"Didn't offend me," I said lightly, "Especially seeing as I have no idea what a mudblood is," I added and they all launched into this explanation about how some jerks think that us muggle born (non-magic born) people aren't as good as other magic-born people for some reason. But I seriously couldn't see Draco Malfoy being that prejudice, I mean people that look like that can't be prejudice. The whole conversation was broken off anyways when Mcgonagall, Gryffindor's head professor came and said Headmaster Dumbledore needed a word with me. I figured it had to do with my not wearing the uniform, first day, or maybe he'd even heard about me having Draco tutor me and that it wasn't aloud for a Gryffindor to hang-out with a Slytherin, or something, I mean I'd only been at the school for like four days, maybe there were rules against it. But that wasn't it at all.

"Miss Mendel," He said in that Jolly-Old-Saint-Nick voice that old guys with sparkly blue eyes always have.

"Yeah?" I asked sitting down in a big squishy chair opposite the bigger squishier looking chair that he was sitting on, with his desk in-between us.

"It has come to my attention that you've already after only three days of being a first year in all subjects jumped up to second year in all subjects, except Potions," He started, "First, I'd like to congratulate you on your efforts."

"Thanks," I muttered, thinking that this was all I was brought in to talk about.

"This, I'm sure you know, is quite unusual, considering regular students spend an entire year in one year before moving onto the next."

"Well, I am older," I muttered blushing slightly. I had never before been complimented on being top of my class, probably cause this was the first time I was ever top of my class.

"True, you are older then your classmates, but we still expected you to stay on first year work for another three or four months," He said very seriously, "This leads me to believe, that either you have been taught already in wizardry, perhaps by your father, who was a student here, or that you're a natural." A natural? Me a natural?

"Well, I haven't been taught, that I know of, in wizardry," I replied.

"That's what I thought, which leads me to believe you have a rare talent talked about, only in mythology, you I believe are a sorceress." I stared at him, Sorceress? First they tell me I'm a Witch and now a Sorceress? I was wondering to myself, what the hells the difference between a witch and a sorceress? When Dumbledore seemed to read my mind and said:

"Back in the medieval times, there was thought to be a group of specially chosen Wizards, who were given extra power by the other witches and wizards, making the givers, squibs and the receivers Sorcerers. But apparently after it was done, there were serious side-affects, and the parchment explaining how to make a sorcerer was burned in hopes that no one would ever find out how to re-create another sorcerer."

"Then how am I one?" I asked interestedly. Thinking the whole time, what kind of strange side-affects?

"I have no idea, to be honest. There hasn't been one since the time of Merlin that anyone knows of." He said looking at me seriously in a way that made me way nervous.

"So what should I do?" I asked, I mean what else was I supposed to say?

"What should you do? Well, I guess you should continue your studies, I'm going to get in contact with the ministry of magic and we shall discuss if you are in any immediate trouble." I gaped at him. Immediate trouble? Dude I so was not liking the sound of that!

~*~

"So what did Dumbledore talk to you about?" Hermione asked me later that night; she was sitting in an armchair across from Ron and Harry, who were on the couch across from her. I noticed that they always seemed to be together, the other Gryffindors call them the "dream team" or the "trio"

"Nothing," I blurted out. I mean I was totally fitting in, why go and blow it by telling everyone that I was even more of a freak then they were? I went to bed early that night, thinking about how well I was fitting in and wondering if this would ruin everything and make me, once again, a freak. I wondered if Draco would still tutor me in potions if he found out, (our first tutoring session was the next day) And I wondered what Rob would do if he found out that an extremely hot guy was tutoring me. I sort of found out the next day…