All posts by Graciez

"What was the damn password?" Firina scowled. "Oh yeah. Severus." She pushed open the door and Zoë followed. Zoë could still hear Filtch wandering around, and Mrs. Norris with him.

"McGonagall will be onto us," Zoë said.

"Honestly, Weasley, you worry to much. A detention or two never hurts," Firina said coldly. Zoë ran into Firina as Firina ran into-

"Professor Slughorn!" Firina gulped. The balding wizard looked surprised, and hid something quickly behind his back.

"My dear girl! I-"

"What are you doing here?" Zoë asked curiously. Slughorn looked nervous.

"I was going to deliver some Veritasirum to Professor McGonagall, nasty business at the Ministry, you know..." his voice trailed off. Firina looked excited.

"Ooh, Veritasirum? May I see?" Zoë caught on.

"Oh yes Professor! I've never seen it before!" Firina conjured a box of crystallized pineapple out of thin air, and Zoë watched in amazement, her attention diverted. Extremely advanced transfiguration to turn air into objects.

Slughorn practically drooled as he looked on, but tried to maintain a stotic expression.

"Er, no, sorry girls, I really have to go. I'll show you next lesson..." and he hurried off, leaving a faint scent of burning wood.

"Weasly!" Firina shouted. "Get back here!"

"What are you doing here?" Zoë asked in shock. "Listen, I don't know how you got this power, but get out of my way-" Firina drew her wand, which was sparking with power. Zoë drew her's, her hand shaking.

"I don't want to fight, and we're not allowed to. Just get out of my way."

"No," Firina said firmly. "Slytherin is your house. The Sorting Hat is not blind. Well it is, but not."

"Loads of help. Well if you'll excuse me-"

"I don't think so, Weasly. You see, I have the gift of prophecy and I know you'll be happy if you just accept who you are. What's so bad about it anyways? Ambition, and cunning."

"Full of dark wizards," Zoë spat.

"Severus? Albus? Almost Harry himself? I don't think so," Firina said very coldly.

"Besides. The Sorting Hat said I will have a fate worse then his. I just know that's linked to my house," Zoë said, her voice starting to tremble. "Just leave me ALONE!"

"NO! I will not!" Firina cried just as loud as Zoë. Footsteps came down the hallway, growing louder and louder.

"My sweet, someone's wandering! We'll have them, never fear..."

"Filtch," Firina sneered. "The filthy squib. Let's go." Zoë reluctantly followed, having no intention of dealing with their caretaker. Zoë couldn't help but think she had just escaped her chance at freedom as she hurried with Firina up the stairs and into the commonroom once more.

In the third book, Wood claimed that the quidditch match was set back due to the Triwizard Tournament, but when the hell did that happen? The tournament happened in the fourth book...was it a typo?

"Weasly, Zoë!" Professor McGonagall called. Zoë siddled forward reluctantly, and Firina was watching intently, sitting with "Nott, Patrick." The hat muttered,

"Interesting. A Delacour and a Weasly. Inherited your mothers good looks?" Zoë bit her lip, waiting.

"Very fine mind I see. Oh...what's that? Oh dear. A fate worse than his, with great ambition."

Who's? Zoë thought desperately. The hat opened its tear wide and shouted,

"Slytherin!"

Zoë burst into tears, but on the inside, disbelief raged. She whipped off the hat, and joined Firina, who was gazing at her sympathetically.

"The Slytherin common room is cold," Zoë shivered.

"Seriously? This is nothing." Firina waved her hand.

"For you maybe," Zoë snapped. Firina glared at her.

"Whatever," she muttered. "Anyways, you'll get used to it."

"Zoë!" Sylvia Starhorn called. "Come over here!" Zoë walked over.

"Mums in the paper! 'Pansy Parkinson Starhorn captured Death Eater out of remorse!' Isn't that great? I knew she had at least some love I her!"

"Yeah," Zoë said unenthusiasticly. "Great."

"10 points for Slytherin!" Professor Slughorn said cheerfully. Zoë smiled weakly.

"Talent for potions eh? Never a student who could produce a perfect Veritaserum on first attempt! Except for maybe Potter..." he turned back to the class, and Zoë scowled as she thought of herself in Stupid Slytherin while the legendary hero was in Gryffindor.

"What are you doing?" Sylvia asked.

"Going to see the sorting hat," Zoë answered bluntly.

"Why?"

"Just get out of my way!" She snarled. Sylvia's gaze hardened.

"Haven't inherited your mothers manners have you, Weasly?" She asked coldly, and walked away.

"I don't belong here," Zoë muttered. "I've got to find some way to transfer houses. And to know how Firina can predict my future."