Diaries of a Muggle Born

The Hall was unusually quiet. Yes, there were plenty of people talking…but since we’d lost all of last year’s class it seemed vacant.

I looked around trying to see who had made Prefect and who the Head Boy was: I don’t know if it’s the same at every school, but, at Adams, each House has a Prefect from each class of fifth years and up. Invariably, the Head Boy and Girl are selected from the Seventh Year House Prefects.

Sometimes I had wondered what would happen if all the Seventh Year Prefects were the same sex! They probably think of that in advance.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand. I knew the Fifth Year Prefects were Sheryl from Eaglefeather, Sarah from Appleseed, and Jaye from Smith. The Sixth Year Prefects were Tessa Rains from Appleseed, Jennifer Dawson from Smith, and Sean McCormick from Eaglefeather. Sheryl tol told me Jeanna had been chosen as Head Girl, and it appeared that Sarah’s boyfriend, Brad, would be Head Boy.

The Smith Seventh Yeaefecefect was Craig Beshires. Even though we are in the same house, I have to say that he is such an asshole! Brian Willis got the Prefect spot for Appleseed, and I wasn’t sure who the Eaglefeather guy was – I would have to remember to ask Sheryl later, I decided.

Finally, they brought in the First Years, so young and eager to be Sorted. It was the same ceremony they carried out every year. They led them to the front; the new students held the Staff; the staff glowed with the colour of the House the student should be in. I had witnessed this ceremony four times besides my own Sorting. I let myself zone out.

I started to remember my dream – well, the last part of it anyway. I allowed myself a glance at Sarah. She was looking very sullen but was paying attention to what was going on. I was torn between msiresire for her and my desire to find out what was wrong. I didn’t know which was more important right then.

Before I knew it the Sorting was over and I noticed that my House seemed very pissed for some reason. I looked around and it was soon apparent what was wrong. Our table was only half filled while the others were almost overflowing.

“Now doesn’t that just make our year?” Donnie leaned over and asked. “If I didn’t know any better I would say that this whole Sorting thing was rigged.”

“But...how?” was all I could manage. I looked around once moAppaApparently, out of 82 first years only 12 were sorted into Smith. The final tally appeared above the house symbols in the Hall:

Appleseed: 240
Eaglefeather: 201
Smith: 143

It seemed that over the past decade the Smith house had decreased slowly. For some reason the new generations just didn’t have the ambition and cunning that at one time was so prevalent. The feast had started. I, as well as most of House Smith, had lost our appetites, but I forced a few things down. When the feast was finally over Professor Aplington stood to make his usual start of term announcements.

“Welcome to another year at Adams. I am pleased to be announcing that this is a historic year for schools around the globe. It has been in negotiations for many years and I am proud to say that we will once again be having Interschool Wizarding Tournaments. Each continent will have its own Tournament, and as such, so are we.
“Adams is fortunate enough to be hosting this Tournament first and will be expecting a Champion from three other schools: Rio de Oro in Mexico, Le Grace de Dieu in Canada, and Monroe in California. The Headmasters from each school will bring their school’s Champion to compete with ours. They should be arriving in two weeks. I will be expecting each student here to show respect and courtesy at all times.
“Now, as far as choosing our Champion…we will be using a method passed on to me by the great Albus Dumbledore himself.”

With this statement came great awe and chattering. I knew about Dumbledore. He was Headmaster of Hogwarts in England and had discovered the 12 uses for dragons blood, or was it 10? I couldn’t remember at that moment.

“I will reveal more later, but until then may you all have a good night’s sleep and be prepared for your classes to start tomorrow. Oh and as usual don’t go into the cave to the east or you will die.” He mentioned, seemingly as an afterthought, before he took his leave.

We retreated to our house dormitories. I managed to steal a few minutes with Sheryl on my way.

“So, mighty house Smith still growing smaller and smaller?” She lightly jabbed.

“Hey, it isn’t the size of your House, it’s the power within.” I retorted with a suggestive smirk.

“Are you implying you have something powerful waiting to get out?”

“Why, are you harbouring tendencies to be loomed over?”

“Ok, that one was a little lame.” She started moving her hand over her mouth with a mock yawn/boredom motion.

“So it was lame? I’m not trying to win a poetry contest. You started this diatribe between us. You tell me what to say next.”

“Fine! You want to be like that? Then this is where you say…” – She roughened her voice to imitate me as best she could – “Oh, Sheryl, all my life I have wanted nothing more than to hold you in my arms and love you with all my heart as we cuddle until the sun rises and we know we need each other forever.” With a cough her normal voice returned. “Or, something like that.”

“Well, how about this?” I did an impersonation of her. “Lee, you hunk of a man, I want you to meet me in the classroom on the third floor that never gets used. I want you to make my toes curl. Ooooo, oooh, eeeee!” I gave her an amused smile, but I didn’t see any amusement in her own face at this point. Did I cross the line? ‘I think I might be in trouble,’ I mused.

“I do not sound like that! And I wouldn’t say it like that either.” I saw something sparkle in her eyes. “It would be more like… ‘Lee, I don’t care what the hell you are doing tomorrow but if you are not in that classroom by 7:30 pm then you won’t get another chance for a long time.’”

I was at a loss for words. Was she serious, or just making fun back? She leaned in and gave me a deep kiss, then pulled back and started to head to her dormitory. “And by the way,” – she looked around for anyone listening in – “I mean it.”

And with that she took off.


A/N: Woohoo, another great Beta job by lovethepotionboy (Kait).