Tainted Blood

Chapter Eight

The Gryffindor common room is red. Like really red. Annoyingly so. But, it smells homely and actually is quite cozy. I flop down in a scarlet plush chair and mope at the fire raging in the fireplace. Someone takes a seat next to me and I turn to see the bushy haired girl from the book store.

"Hello, Lexi. Welcome to Gryffindor!"

"Thanks, uh.."

The girl smiles and offers her hand to me.

"Hermione. Hermione Granger."

"Pleasure," I say as I gently shake her outstretched hand. Hermione lets go and calls over two boys, one with ginger hair and a faceful of freckles, the other with black hair and circular wire-frame glasses. I quickly reconize the raven haired as the boy I saw flinching at the metion of dementors during dinner.

Hermione pulls the two boys down on either side of herself and quickly intoduces them.

"This is Ron Weasley," she lays a hand on the gingers knee," and this is Harry Potter."

"Nice to meet you, both of you."

Ron grins, "You too, Lexi."

I sniff slightly, inhaling his scent. He smells like gingerbread and cinnimon.

Interesting. Si jolie.

I shift my attention to Harry and notice his green eyes glow in the firelight. He pushes his glasses up his nose and offers a warm smile. He smells like wood polish and mint. I like it.

"Hullo."

"Bonjour, Harry Potter."

His ears tinge pink and his smile grows wider. Hermione clears her throat and we turn towards her.

"Well, now that we've all said our introductions, I beleive it's almost curfew. Lexi, if you'll follow me, please."

Hermione pushes herself up from her chair and I give the two boys a small wave goodbye before getting up to accompany her.

We walk up a spiral staircase to the girls dormitory; Hermione leads me to a wooden door with a plaque hanging next to it.

"It looks like you'll be rooming with me. Come on then."

In Beauxbatons, we make our best friends with the people we room with. I wonder if I can be friends with this bushy haired witch...

I notice my trunk is placed infront of a bed with red and gold sheets and ghastly scarlet drapes. Ew.

Crinkling my nose up, I begin to unpack in silence. Out of my peripheral vision, I notice Hermione watching me. Her brows are furrowed and nose wrinkled slightly. She is also biting her bottom lip gently as if she is trying to figure out a difficult puzzle. In a sense, she probably is.

Ignoring her, I change into my pajamas and crawl under the red comforter.

"Goodnight, Hermione. Fais de beaux rêves."

"Huh? Oh goodnight, Lexi."
Rolling my eyes at the witch, I bury my face into my pillow and hope that I can atleast survive tomorrow. With that last thought, I drift off to sleep dreaming of dark haired Slytherins and glowing green eyes.