The Purest Kind of Magic

- twenty five -

I was lectured and yelled at for the past hour right in front of Elmia and Harry. It was so embarrassing I wanted to dig a hole and hide myself in it. My parents kept repeating the same few words over and over, it was utterly annoying. 

I didn't want to embarrass myself more by talking back, so I kept my mouth shut. I was eventually let go and sort of forgivened after Harry tried to speak for me, which I was thankful for of course. 

One thing I like about my parents was how they move on from things really fast and separated each matter. Meaning if I get yelled at for something, that will be the only time it'll be mentioned.

"Shall we eat lunch then?" Father suggested after they were officially done with the lecture.

"That sounds great," I replied with a smile and ran to Harry and Elmia, who were chatting away. "Looks like you two are getting along well."

"Sorta," Elmia gave me a shrug, "Can't say I expected anything from a Gryffindor, but he's kinda cool I guess."

"But apparently we're still on last name basis," Harry added.

"You two have only met for an hour, of course you're still on last name basis," I sat down on the couch. "Well, unless Gryffindors have a different system."

"We usually just go straight to first names, really," Harry gave me a slight shrug and looked into my eyes with his green ones.

"That's so improper..." Elmia muttered under her breath.

It was improper. 

Most of the Slytherin were purebloods or nobles of some sort. At a young age, we were taught etiquette and formalities. Randomly going up to someone you barely know and calling them by their given name is rude and improper. 

I can see why Harry is used to calling people he just met by their first names since he's been stuck with a bunch of muggles for so long. But all the other Gryffindors too? 

While most purebloods are sorted to Slytherin, there was still the Weasleys and the Longbottoms. Were they not properly taught or what?

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The first two weeks of summer wasn't so bad but I can't say I didn't miss Hogwarts at all. I did, a little bit. Elmia stays in my room as it just wasn't right to put her in the same room as Harry. 

We did a bit of everything, stay home and slump around, go out and play, walk around Diagon Alley, everything. Elmia and I got bored easily, but Harry found everything so fascinating. Hasn't he been introduced to this whole magic thing for at least 3 years? 

But anyway, the only thing we haven't done is visit friends. I've only been around my parents, Elmia, and Harry. I haven't seen Draco, Daphne, Theo, and Blaise ever since we left the train station. Heck, we haven't even contacted each other the whole time.

"Elmy, get me some ink and paper, I gotta owl all of those idiots, forgot all about them," I said as I hopped into my desk chair.

"I'm not your servant, in fact, I'm a guest!" Elmia complained as she rolled on her bed.

"It's okay, I won't judge you for what you are in this house," I turned around and smiled at her, "I'm treating you just how I'd treat anybody else. So, now go get me my stuff."

"No!" She protested and threw her pillow in my face, "Get it yourself, lazy ass."

I threw the pillow back at her, "I'm not lazy, just demanding." 

"I'm a guest and you're the host! You're supposed to be taking care of me, not the other way around!" She scowled as she threw more pillows at me. We threw the pillows at each other back and forth and eventually started hitting each other with them.

"You guys didn't tell me about the pillow fight?" Harry barged in, amused. We didn't bother answering him as we were busy beating each other with pillows as much as we could. He shrugged and joined in.