HI FRIENDS!!! I have returned!! I didn't know why I could not post UNTIL YESTERDAY!! It turns out that the new house my family moved into had internet problems because the house builders stapled THROUGH the wiring system. So this will be my first post back into the boards! HURRAY!!
*Just so you'll know, in the bunker I imagined all houses present. And that when I said, "other kids from various houses. Most of them were from families that had muggle tech back at home as well, so we had quite a fun time telling the few who had no idea about all of the greatest toys and gadgets," I was going to say so right after the incident, I just could not post due to the wires. ^.^ I will run with the train of thought though!
After Zia high-tailed it out of the hallway, I was beside myself. I began to go after her when someone from the group behind me said my name.
"Just let her go," said a boy in Gryffindor colors, "we were going into the infirmary anyway."
"'Let her go?'" I called back as I spun at him. "She's upset. What where you all doing behind my back? What's the deal?"
"Don't you know who she is?" Said a Ravenclaw beside him.
"Sure I do, that's Zia. We met on the train ride to school and I count her as my friend."
The two looked at each other, then at me.
"I know you didn't have a problem with the other Slytherin kids in the bunker, so spill. Why did you make her run away?"
"Cowards," Jade said as she stepped up. "It's not that she's a Slytherin at all isn't it? It's because she's a Malfoy."
"What is with you people!" I toss my hands up in the air. I hold up fingers as I begin to recall the names I've heard in the time I've been here. "Don't mess with Malfoys, red-heads are Weasleys, trouble always finds Potter..."
Jade stopped me with a wave. "Names mean a lot in the wizard world, it can make you friends or enimies."
"Before you even know a person? Jade, Zia has been nothing but kind, stood up for me against bullies, and is wicked smart." I turned my eyes back to the group, "What if it was you who had the name Malfoy but you were still exactly the same on the inside? How would you feel when people did to you what you just did to her?"
They stood silent, fiddling with their cloaks and avoiding my gaze.
"You guys go ahead to the infirmery, I'll be right back."
I ran down the hall and tried to catch up to Zia. The stonework was all I found as I tried to figure out where she went. I rubbed my hands over my face, realizing that it was too late and I simply didn't know this part of the school well enough. In fact. I don't know where I am at all.
I attempt to retrace my steps, with all of the backtracking and hallways I find myself in a part of the school that looks even older and dilapidated than the rest. Fraying tapistries lined the hallway, which ended in a massive stain-glass window. I walked to the window first, which displayed the four house founders who each started smiling as I approached.
"So cool," I whispered, for I had never seen magic windows before. I raised my hand and waved at the founders, who returned my gesture.
The strong images of the Slytherin, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw founders were in stark contrast to that of the fading figure of the Hufflepuff founder.
That spot must be really dirty, she can't be happy about that. I'd learned that the pictures were particularly fussy with anything involving their paintings, I can only imagine since it is the only way they can see out and be seen.
"Would you like me to wipe the dust off your corner Mrs. Hufflepuff?" I saw her smile as I asked, so I pulled my sleeve above my hand to use my robe to clean her off. "There you go." Her face cleared a little, but not to where she was like the others. She nodded her thanks and winked, with it the image of her window pane changing to a forest, deep and dark.
I backed up as the others also began to change. All of the other panes showed clear images, though I only knew one. The sword of Godric Gryffindor in the headmaster's office.
Why are all of the other pictures showing items when the Hufflepuff spot is showing only a place? I wondered.
"Thank you," I called as I turned and jogged back down the hallway. I don't know what's going on in this hallway, or why, but I know where, and most importantly who can help me find out.
I took out my pen, one of the pack that I smuggled into school so I wouldn't have to always use quills, and started drawing a map of my movements on my hand. As soon as I figure out my way back to where I know where I am.