Blank Sheet

Sightseeing trip

Every day the following week, when Medea woke up, she needed a second to realize that she was in the Slytherin dormitory. The greenly gleaming atmosphere was spooky and comfortable at the same time. Her four-poster was held in green and silver and at its end stood her trunk.  On her first morning, she wondered how they got it there and concluded that they must have done this after the sorting. She wondered why she hadn't noticed. Past nights in the orphanage had given her a light sleep.

She often got up early and changed quickly, out of excitement. She was clumsier than normal and nearly tripped all the time. When she had gotten up, there was still time left until breakfast and classes and so Medea explored the common room. It was slightly dungeon-like and there were greenish lamps and chairs. It had lots of low backed black and dark green button-tufted, leather sofas; skulls; and dark wood cupboards. The walls were wallpapered with adventures of medieval Slytherins. Every morning of exploring, she found a new detail she didn't see before.

On the Friday morning of her first week, Medea shivered, as the common room was really impressive and had quite a grand atmosphere. She slowly walked over to the sofas and sat down in front of a table with Wizard's Chess on it. Just moments later, the room was filled with teens and Medea realized that there must be less time to the lessons than she thought. She went over to the girls in her dormitory, to ask for the time.

"Um...Hi!...I just wondered if you ... could tell me the time?", she said shyly. She had her shoulders hunched up as if she awaited trouble. The girls just swung their hair in unison and left. Medea seemed to shrink in sadness. The girls' behaviour obviously hurt her and it wasn't the first time now. Medea wondered whether she had done something wrong, but just remembered that they had acted like this since the first morning. But they weren't the only ones. Many of the Slytherins were acting clinical with her and it got her down. No one really befriended her and she wasn't used to this. She wasn't used to being alone that much and people ignoring her. It bummed her out every time it happened.

"Hey, gorgeous! So, I've heard you've been to Beauxbatons? How were the French?", a tall, dark-skinned boy said to Medea. He had high cheekbones and long, slanting eyes. His voice was soft and nice and the girls around turned as they heard him.

"Er...nice...I guess...", Medea answered and her face had reddened. He laid a hand around her hips and she couldn't stop glimpsing at it, as well as pretty much every other girl in the room.

"So, you bored? What about I give you a tour?", he asked. His look didn't meet her eyes, it was fixed to her lips. Medea seemed to straighten at the friendliness of his. He had been nicer than the others to her all the time. He had sat down next to her in lunch break, helped her in Transfiguration and talked to her whenever she was alone. Blaise Zabini had in Medea's sight no real reason for this, but he did it. And it helped her a lot.

"Oh, that would be great! But do we have enough time for this before classes?", she asked, and even though her words expressed doubts, her voice sounded delighted. The boy didn't answer but led her out at her hip and Medea felt a bit uncomfortable as if every girl here would look daggers at her, but she quickly dismissed it as delusion. 

The two of them wandered through the corridors and Blaise sometimes made comments on what they were passing. He led Medea upstairs and upstairs and when she looked out of a window, she could see the lake they had crossed in the boats as a tiny pattern in the surroundings and realized they were pretty high in the castle.

"Blaise, this is really nice, but we must be late for classes...Let's go downstairs, we continue this later, yeah?", she asked anxiously. Her eyes didn't leave his face, waiting for his response.

"Oh, come on gorgeous! We've not done anything! Let's have a bit fun before we go downstairs...", his voice faded at the end of the sentence and his look was fixed to her lips again. He moved towards her slowly and her face paled impalpably. He kept walking and soon, her back hit a wall. She jumped and Blaise laughed. Medea tried to join in, but her laughter sounded forced and worried.