Time Travel is a Complicated Thing, Isn't It?

Chapter 5 - When James Gets Terrified

Xing hurried into the Great Hall.

"Xing!" Hermione called, waving her hand, "Over here!"

She smiled and made her way over to the empty Gryffindor table.

"What did you do?" Hermione asked.

"What do you mean?" Xing asked, innocently. She was honestly confused. How did Hermione know she backfired the Marauders' prank?

"You have that mischievous glint in your eye." Hermione answered.

"I have no such glint!" Xing protested.

"Yes, you do!" Hermione, Harry, and Ron chorused.

Xing scoffed playfully and scanned the table.

"They don't have oatmeal?!" Xing exclaimed.

"No, I guess not." Hermione said.

"Why do you even like eating oatmeal?" Ron said.

"2 reasons. One, it'll please Demeter. Two, it's healthy."

"You believe in Greek mythology?" A Slytherin passerby asked. Xing turned around and her eyes widened. Luscius Malfoy. He wrinkled his nose.

Xing rolled her eyes and said, "If you don't believe in Greek mythology, you're basically like a muggle believing that there is no such thing as magic."

Luscius looked appalled, "Don't call me a muggle!"

"Well, I'm not calling you a muggle. You're pure-blood. I'm just comparing you to a muggle. 'Like' represents a simile which is comparing. That's an elephantine gargantuan difference."

"A what what difference?" Luscius asked.

"Never mind, Mister. There is no point in trying to convince you since you're too obdurate to actually listen to my views, so... bye." Xing spun around and flicked her wand. A bowl of oatmeal, a small dish of yogart, a banana, and a cup of milk appeared in front of her.

"This is called healthy." Xing said, satisfied. Ron, Harry, and Hermione glanced at her and shrugged.

"Hey!" Luscius shook her shoulders, "You can't just do that to a pure-blood."

Xing spun around again and said, "What exactly is a pure-blood?"

"Somebody who has ancestors that do magic." Luscius said, dumbfounded.

"What's wrong with muggles?"

"They're filthy!"

"Really? They take showers and wash their hands. What do you mean?" Xing asked. She was going to make Luscius admit that muggles weren't bad.

"That's not what I mean? Their blood is filthy!"

"Hey, Hermione's a muggleborn." Xing said, annoyed. She took out her dagger from her invisible sheath and gave Hermione a raised eyebrow. She nodded and Xing sliced her palm.

"Do you see any dirt? No? Then there's your answer." She spun around again and began to spoon oatmeal into her mouth, leaving Luscius gaping. Hermione gave him a dirty look and shooed him away with her non-bloodied hand. He walked away, disconcerted.

"You should clean that wound-" Lily started, who was watching the conversation in interest. Xing didn't even know when they got there but she just waved her hand in the direction of Hermione's hand lazily.

"It's fine. The wound will self-heal."

"What do you mea-"

"Like this." Hermione showed her hand to them and slowly but surely, the wound began closing up by itself.