The Cunning and Ambitious

Chapter Six

The first week is over and the first weekend begins. Thankfully, I don't have to wear the uniform, I miss my plaid and jeans. My favorite class so far have been Transfiguration, although I'm doing unbelievably well at potions. Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor that I stood next to arrive at the school, is a total smart-alec, she thinks she knows everything about the wizarding world. It's obnoxious.

I've made a few new friends though, Daphne and Tracey, obviously, but I'm on nice sides with Millicent and Pansy. As for the boys, Crabbe and Goyle I couldn't care less about, Malfoy is... okay..., Zabini is insanely vain but we've become okay friends, and Theodore Nott... I have no idea what to think of him. I haven't really met anyone outside of our house, nor any of the older students, not enough to like them anyways.

I want to meet up with Harry and Ron, we haven't talked since the trip here. In classes, they seem absolutely stupid. I had no idea someone could be so horrible at school, nevertheless, MAGIC school! It's all so easy! Well, to me. Crabbe and Goyle are also plain out dumb, I haven't an idea why Malfoy keeps them around, unless he just wants some minions, on that part I could understand.

Our second Transfiguration class, Professor Mcgonagall had turned herself into a cat and back. Something that completely left me awestruck. But enough overview, I want breakfast.

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I take another bite of toast. I sit again at the end of the table, joined by Daphne and Tracey, by far my best friends here. Then a swarm of owls fly into the room, it's happened every single day this week so it's pretty much become routine. The entire week I haven't gotten anything, which is expected since my family doesn't own an owl. But then, a brown, barn owl flies gracefully onto my plate, drops it's mail and steals my toast.

"Hey!" I exclaim.

Daphne starts laughing, Tracey tries to hold back her laughter though.

I take the mail angrily and whack the owl, then unfold it.

Dear Araminta,

Your father and I bought this owl so we can send letters to you. His name is Alfred, I named him that because it seemed like a better name than Alfie, like what your father wanted to name him. But enough about Alfred, what about you? How has your first week of school been? What house did you get sorted into? Have you made many friends? Please tell us everything! I hope you've had a good time.

Your Mother,

PS, make sure to feed Alfred while he's there.

I fold the letter.

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Under the tree by the black lake, that is my favorite spot. It's isolated, it's by the water, and nobody bothers me. It's there that I've chosen to write a response to my mum's letter. My friends had offered to help me out, but I told I needed to did it by myself. I scribble down words, line by line by line. Finally I finish and read over my handiwork.

Dear Mother,

I've been doing quite well here, I'm the best in the class, after Hermione Granger, a Gryffindor and a know-it-all. I'm doing the best at Potions although Transfiguration is my favorite class by far. I've made two really good friends already, Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis. They've been really fun to hangout around and pretty nice. The house I got sorted in is Slytherin. I know you must be upset, surprised maybe, but I don't think you understand that they are all okay. I've really enjoyed my house and I think I can fit in here.

About Alfie, I do not like him. He stole my toast out of my hand. He tried to attack me when I took him to the owlery, and he's already tried to run away three times. I understand that you may love him and would never give him back, but seriously. THAT BIRD HATES ME! Why couldn't you have found a different bird? A different, more loving bird? One that doesn't want me dead?

Anyways, please don't freak about me being in Slytherin and please respond with a non-angry letter.

Aran

I revise and edit my letter and stick it in my bag for my travel to the owlery and seeing that demon bird again. Before I leave the field though, I find Harry and Ron travelling to the cabin at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Hey! Ron! Harry!" I shout out, catching their attention as I run over. "We haven't talked much since the trip down here."

"Why do you think we want to talk to any Slytherin?" Ron says, rudely.

"Okay, I see what you think. That all Slytherins are stuck-face jerks who all hate Gryffindor?" I say, "If that's so who's the jerk here? Oh right, that would be you. For judging all Slytherins off of a collect few."

"You're the ones judging!" Ron exclaims.

"Oh, right, Malfoy. You see that's just a Family Feud. I have no part of that. In fact, I think that both you are really cool guys. People I'd want to hang out with. Friends, hopefully. But that's only going to happen if you put aside your prejudice."

"I wouldn't want to be friends anyways. You all think my family are blood traitors, being friends with you would be an insult to my family."

I chuckle "Are you done? Because I just finished writing a letter to my muggle-born father and my Slytherin hating mother and I need to get it to them. Catch you later, hopefully on a better note." I smile at them and walk away.

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Aran smirks at Ron and Harry then turns around and trots away.

"Why'd you have to be so rude Ron?" Harry asks, "She just wanted to be friends."

"She's a Slytherin!" Ron exclaims, "She probably just wanted to be friends for her own reasons."

"That were probably so she can meet more people." Harry notes.

The two friends the continue walking down the hill and knock on Hagrid's door.