You Must Be a Prewett

Chapter 16

"Bella!"

It's that girl from before, the blonde girl I guessed to be in 4th year.

"Bella she's just a first year!"

"Cissy!" The girl called Bella shoots the 'about 4th year' a glare.

The girl grabs Bella's arm and tries to pull her away.

"Not now Cissy I must introduce myself." Bella turns to me.

"I'm Bellatrix Black,  and this is my sister Narcissa." She gestures to herself and the other girl.

"Hey Bella! You coming or are you just hanging around blood traitor firsties tonight?" A boy calls.

Bellatrix shoots me one last glare before following the other older kids off, up the path that leads out of the common room.

Once they're out of view, Narcissa sighs with relief, and turns to Sev and I  and says,

"As a prefect, I should make sure all my students are full. You two hungry?"

As a matter of fact, I am hungry, so I don't hesitate to nod to her.

She smiles slightly, before gesturing for us to follow her, and leads us out of the common room, just like Bellatrix and her friends did.

"I'm  sorry about my sister's behavior. She's  not exactly a, talkative, person."

We follow her further through the dungeon.

"I'm sure you both have a lot of questions, so I guess on our way to the kitchens, I'm going to answer those questions. Now, what do you want to know?"

I sigh. I do have a lot of questions. But I start with,

"So you and Bellatrix are sisters?"

"Yeah, it's hard though having Bellatrix for a sister. She's the oldest, in 7th year, we have a middle sister named Andromeda, she's in 6th year. And then there's me, in 5th."

"Which one was Andromeda?" I ask.

"Oh, she wasn't there. She's in Hufflepuff. Our parents hate her for it, you know, the Pure-Blood Mania House of Black. I don't really see what's so great about blood purity though course I'm not supposed to think like that."

House of Black.

"Say, are you in anyway related to Sirius Black?"

"Yeah, he's my favorite cousin, and I have a lot of those."

"Why are you being so open with us?"

I turn to Sev, realizing, he's right. Why is Narcissa so openly talking with a pair of first years she barely even knows?

"I don't know. There just, something about you two, that's different."

And that was the end of that conversation.

I find out a lot more from Narcissa on our way down to the kitchen.

For example, I learn that professor Slughorn is our Potions Master, and head of house.

"You should try to get on his good side right away. He picks favorites."

And that Slytherin's have a lot of different traditions, that you've got to memorize or you're going to be pointed out as the weird kid.

"Remember, on the 13th of each month, Slytherins all meet in the kitchens to celebrate."

Or if you ever have a special disliking for a student from another house,

"Insult them about their blood status or family, it always works. But remember, don't jump to that unless you absolutely have to. You don't want to sound like another basic Slytherin."

That's when we reach the kitchens.

"To get in, all you have to do is tickle the pair on this painting." Narcissa explains, before showing us how.

Entering the kitchen, I take a glance around.

Throughout the kitchen there are long tables, like the ones above, in the great Hall. Along the tables sit tons of house elves.

"They're the cooks." I murmur to myself, staring around.

"Yeah." Narcissa says.

"Is there anything I can get you?" A voice squeaks.

I jump, before looking down at the speaker. It's a small house elf, barley up to my knee.

"Emmy!" Narcissa cries, leaning down to hug the small elf.

"Emmy wonders, is that you mistress Narcissa?" The elf asks in a high pitched squeak.

"It is. It's nice to see you." Narcissa replies.

"It's good to see you too mistress Narcissa. Now, Emmy wonders, is there anything she can do for you tonight?"

"Yeah actually. These two are a bit hungry tonight, and I was wondering if we could get them a snack."

"Oh yes, we don't need them hungry on their first night at Hogwarts." The elf, Emmy, scurries off and grabs a small platter off one of the tables, bringing it back to us.

"Thank you Emmy." Narcissa says, taking to platter from Emmy and showing it to us.

On the platter are a few small bowls of soup, plates of all sorts of breads and crackers, and small cups of pumpkin juice.

"Is this pumpkin soup?" Sev asks curiously.

"Yes, it is." Emmy says. "Now what is masters name?"

"Severus," Sev says, "but iv recently taken a liking to the nickname Sev."

He glances at me.

"Well it's nice to meet you master Sev. And you young mistress?"  She asks me.

"Aria, Prewett."

"Prewett? Why, Emmy knows your brothers. Oh yes she knows them very well,  they come down here almost every night for a snack."

"Yeah that sounds like them." I say.

"Oh look at the time!" Narcissa exclaims. "I have to go! I said I'd meet my friends now! Sev, Aria, you guys'll be ok right? I'll be back soon!"

"That's fine." I say. "We'll just stay here."

She smiles, waves, and dashing out of the kitchens.

Me and Sev start the soup, and he explains pumpkin soup is one of his favorite foods.

At that moment the fruit painting swings open, revealing new wanderers. And right in the center of the the doorway.

James.