How To Be A Heartbreaker | James Potter [COMPLETED]

Chapter Two: Ending His Social Life

Sapphire bit her lip nervously and looked at her surroundings in pure anxiety. Her mother, father and she were at her Headmaster's office. She was five days into the new school week at Hogwarts; two days for them to move to England and one for them to go to Hogwarts. She wasn't exactly embarrassed because she was expelled she was kind of... proud? Melanie and Lena had sent her a letter about how many people looked up to her and how they fought with Madame Maxime and other professors. Sapphire was a girl, and naturally, she loved the attention - positive attention, where she had everyone enchanted by her and amused, happy. As per usual, being the daughter of a Veela, she has inherited some of her mother's incredible good look and father's magical abilities; in fact, although no one would believe it she was extremely bright and cunning which and has never gotten less than Acceptable on her report cards.

Dumbledore, Hogwarts Headmaster, had a gigantic office with hundreds - no, thousands of books. Some stairs led up to a sort of indoor balcony, where there was a big circular window where you could see everything. His wooden desks stood tall underneath a. also circular, chandelier. Dumbledore had set three rather large chairs in front of his desk where her mother, father, and Sapphire sat. Her parents were freely talking with the Headmaster, who Sapphire couldn't help but like at first glance, and she could already hear her parents ' loving talk about how much they liked him and Hogwarts to each other. Sapphire was sitting on the farthest wooden chair to the left, her hands on her lap, her legs crossed, her back straight, her lips in a tight line, and she tried not to snort at some of Dumbledore's awful jokes that were funny.

"Since Sapphire came in late, we will have to sort her at dinner, in front of the other students, so she could--"

"Um, excuse me, Professor ? "a small, nimble sound escaped from her lips and she felt her cheeks heating up.

Dumbledore looked at her with a warm smile and she felt slight ease. "Yes, Miss Gérard?"

"Sorry to interrupt your, um, ' speech '. But what do you mean, you will sort me?" Sapphire had a scared expression on her face, thinking ' sorting ' would be getting her to become more disciplined. Yeah, she thought they shouldn't count on that to get me straight.

"We have four houses: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. There is a hat called the Sorting Hat created by the four founders of Hogwarts, which will sort you into a respective house depending on your personality.

That's kind of clever. "she murmured, as Dumbledore laughed.

"As I was saying, her sorting will begin when the dinner bell rings, so you could see which House Table you should sit at. As for the uniform, Professor McGonagall - oh she just entered — will show you where the extra, shall we say, the costume is kept for these special occasions. Other than that. I believe you already have books and materials. There is nothing left to explain."

Nodding, her parents talked some more about the houses with Dumbledore as a lady Professor McGonagall, Sapphire presumed came next to her and asked her to take her trunk and follow you.

"Goodbye, Sapphire, we'll send you a letter afterward," her mother said, as Sapphire rolled her trunk behind her.

"I cannot simply wait, mother," Sapphire joked, trying to lighten up the tense mood, but the Professor did not budge.

"I don't believe I have properly introduced myself--"

"There's no need for that, Miss Gérard, Dumbledore has told me all about you. Your father was, in fact, in sixth year here at Hogwarts when I first started teaching here, " said McGonagall, with a small smile on her face. "He was one of the top students, yet he wasn't snobby or over - doing it. He was also Head Boy and a Prefect, excellent student. I understand that you are smart but a prankster."