Green and Scarlet Ice {Book 1 of the Klins series}

Chapter 5

*Clarissa*

"I can't believe this!" Draco shouted. "It's so unfair! First potter breaks the rules during flying lessons and is rewarded by a position on the quidditch team, then when I go to the real quidditch tryouts like everyone else has to, I don't get the position. My father wouldn't stand for this."

"He's such a spoiled prat." I say angrily. "On top of that Angelina on their team got sick and they chose Reese Diggory to sub in. What has she ever done? Have they even seen her fly? They are both popular, spoiled gits and of course both of them are in Gryffindor."

"I even heard they're getting them both nimbus 2000s." Tracey added.

"Neither of them have experience." Chelsea rolled her eyes.

"Can't wait to watch Potter fall off his broom in the first quidditch game." I sneered, the others laughed.

"Let's go get breakfast and enjoy what remains of our day." Chelsea said and we all agreed.

At breakfast the mail came and the buzz about the "two youngest players in a century" made its rounds in the Great Hall. A letter dropped in front of me as an unfamiliar tawny owl swooped by.

Confused but curious I dropped my fork and picked it up. Upon examining it I saw nothing extraordinary. It was aged yellow parchment with black ink forming my name but just my first name.

Clarissa

Tearing it open I read the small, short note that was inside.

A Klins you are not
Maybe more than you thought
To find where you belong
Visit the place where all is gone

I stared at the paper a moment then blinked and shook my head. Stuffing it in my pocket I got up, excusing myself. I snuck off to the only place I expected to be deserted at this time, the owlery.

Besides the hoots and rustle of feathers it was quiet and I could pace with out the stares of other students. I read the note over and over again hoping it would make more sense if I did so.

Moments passed before I felt the presence of someone else. Turning around I saw Chelsea in the doorway.

"I could tell something was up at breakfast." She said quietly.

"It's nothing." I shrugged finding a seat in the corner.

"You know you can't hide anything from me." She sighed sitting beside me.

"You've known me, what, four weeks?" I countered.

"That's enough isn't it? Come one tell me, what is it?" She pressed. I unfolded the note and handed it to her. "A riddle?" She asked after reading it.

"It doesn't make any sense." I said. "I know I'm not a Klins but what does the rest mean? Does this person know who my real parents are? Who even is this person?"

Chelsea only nodded as I asked questions we didn't know the answers to. I had told her the second week of school, like I had told Draco, that I wasn't really a Klins and I never knew my real parents. What the sorting hat had said had been eating away at me since the start of term.

"Do you think it is one of my parents?" I suddenly thought. "Trying to contact me?"

"You don't have parents, remember. You were abandoned." I turned around to see Xavier. He held a letter and walked over to his owl. Tying the letter to its leg he sent it off with a few treats. "Hope you don't think that you'll actually find who they are." He added sarcastically as he headed for the door. "Clearly they didn't want you."