"Re... really?" Alison whispered, shock shining in her big blue eyes. "Do... do you want to... you know... work for him?" "W-what! No!" Stella responded, tears glistening in her eyes.
"I'm-I'm sorry! I really didn't mean to offend you!" Alison told her. Afraid to hurt her new friend more, she drew back, cringing internally. Good job, Aly, she thought to herself. Way to make friends.
At the most awkward point, the trolley witch walked over. "Anything from the trolley, dears?" She asks them calmly. Alison looked over at Stella, nervous. "We'll take two Pumpkin Pasties and two Chocolate Frogs," Stella piped up, handing the witch a few knuts and accepting the treats, handing one of each to Alison. "Uhh... I'll pay you back for this!" She responded, stuttering and nervous. "Nah. It's fine. I come from a rich family." Stella says as she takes a bite of the pumpkin pastie. Stunned, Alison smiled and opened the chocolate frog, making sure to grab it before it could run away.
"What card did you get?" Stella asked as she finished off the pastie and picks up the box with her frog in it. "Dumbledore! Wow! I don't have one of his cards!" Her friend responded joyfully. "I got Rowena Ravenclaw," Stella told her as she pops the frog into her mouth. "Do you have any of the founders?" She asked. "Yeah! I have Godric Gryffindor and Helga Hufflepuff at home. They are some of the few cards I have." "I have two Salazar Slytherins and a Godric Gryffindor at home. Now, I can add Ravenclaw to my collection!" Stella looked up at her newfound friend. "You know, I actually have them with me. Want my spare Slytherin?" She asked. "No, it's ok. Besides, it's your card! You keep it." Alison responded as she stood up and slipped the Dumbledore card into her trunk. "Ok," Stella responded as she slipped the Ravenclaw card into her pocket. "Don't forget though, the offer still stands."
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Cursed Brothers
Fanfiction[BOOK 1 IN THE CURSED SERIES] Nothing really is normal at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (by muggle standards, at least). The portraits talk. The staircases move. There's always a hidden secret lurking around the corner. For Alison Liado...