House Blurring Lines
Original language: English (fanfiction.net/s/5890592/1/Blurring_Hou
original author: Lily Winterwood ( fanfiction.net/u/1071606/Lily_Winterwood)
Notes: The second chapter of this story, I'm on vacation taking advantage of upgrade to the speed of light ( ?)
can also read it in Ffiction.net: www.fanfiction.net/s/6154552/2/Blurring_Ho use_Lines
Year 1: The chair of Busby
"Welcome to Slytherin, Arthur Kirkland" said the prefect of the House, holding out his hand. Arthur shook it and sat down. Francis, on the other side of the table before him, smiled sideways.
"We meet again, Sourcils" he said. Arthur nodded, looking at him angrily.
"Yes, frog." Answered.
The selection ended a guy named Vash Zwingli was put into Hufflepuff. While I was at the table of Casto the Director - Albus Dumbledore - He stood to face the room in general.
"Welcome back to another year," he said, his blue eyes flashing behind the half-moon spectacles. "While they are here, I can learn something, whether new spells, or never play with Tentacula Venomous."
There murmur among the other students. Arthur glanced inquiringly at one of the students to look friendly, and she replied, "Some of the Gryffindor tipitos finished seeing them in St. Mungo black last year."
"& iQuest: And how is he now? "he asked.
"It's a little crazy, yet. There walks, "she said, pointing to a boy from the Gryffindor table seemed to be drooling over his plate. Arthur winced.
"And what did eat his brain?"
The girl shrugged. "I wish I had, anyway. It was a dirty blood. " _ * _
"I'd like to introduce our new teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Wang has traveled all the way fromChina. "In the words of Dumbledore, a man with long hair stood up and bowed.
"It looks like a girl, right?" Someone at the table said sarcastically. "I wonder if you know how to make one of those strange tricks of kung-fu?"
"I just hope to teach the subject well," said Arthur, to no one in particular. The Slytherin did not seem a friendly bunch, mostly because they all had an air of conspiracy surrounding them.
"Our last teacher was a complete idiota "said one girl. Just
feast appeared on the table, Arthur focused on avoiding the gaze of Francis.
_ _ "Oh, you Brits can not cook" Francis said with disdain, just finished her dessert. "At Beauxbatons food was simply superb."
"Why did not you stay there, then? And how is that you are an exchange student in the first place? "
" At Beauxbatons started before, "Francis replied calmly. "And the studIanto young and old are kept in separate wings of the castle, almost isolated from each other. And I could not stay, my parents made me come up here. "
His French accent was going crazy Arthur, however, was the only Slytherin with which he was comfortable - in a broad sense of the word comfortable.
"The food is great! I do not know what you mean, Frenchie. "Gilbert was served another cake. "The muggle food is far worse than this."
"Have you tried the food muggle?" Someone who was listening to the conversation preguntó.
"Tastes like shit, to know that," said Gilbert, so arrogant.
"There is always so horrible," said Arthur, feeling a little defensive. Francis
sniffed about food. "I keep saying that the cuisine of France is much better," he sneered, before turning and looking Nataliya. "Bonsoir, mademoiselle."
She looked at him badly. "You do not even dare Bonnefois. I have a knife. "
paled Francis, Arthur laughed. _ * _
The Slytherin prefect of the guidedto the common room, located near the dungeons. Dimly lit by a greenish glow, was decorated as the lair of a dark wizard. It was the perfect room to plan and mount murders.
"Boys on the left, right girls," said the prefect carelessly, motioning toward the arches leading to the bedrooms. Arthur, Francis, Gilbert, the guy with the mask and another guy who said he went to his bedroom Bulgarian. Inside, there were five beds surrounded by four columns made of dark mahogany four-poster bed linen and dark green. The room was not as cool as it seemed, and their trunks ESCOdollars had already been placed. Driscoll empty cage in the corner, the bird had been released to go to the Owlery.
Francis and others were sitting on their beds talking. Arthur watched over his book.
Could get used to Slytherin?
Do you like?
"do you think, Sourcils?" Asked Francis, Arthur looked at him. The boy was lying in bed like a cat, smiling. - Smiling in a simple, no pun intended.
"Nothing," lied. "AbsOluta nothing. " _ * _
Dear Erin, Liam and Peter,
I went into Slytherin. Do not be angry with me, was the decision of the hat, and almost went into Gryffindor, anyway.
Hogwarts, to my surprise, turned out to be not as terrible as I thought, "Sure, I could ignore the duties, but all subjects I find interesting. The one I like is Potions, is like cooking, only the results are so delicious, and barely edible. The subject I like least is History of Magic, but that's only because Professor Binns speaks very monotonous. The story itself is fascinatinge.
known I've been doing here. There is an incredibly loud American in Gryffindor, called Alfred and everything he does is eat hamburgers and try to save people. Also Francis, which is francésy is in Slytherin. He is ... well, it's French. And Nataliya, who is from Belarus and is also in Slytherin, is beautiful, quiet and very violent.
maso least in a week I will be flying lesson. I'm looking forward to it.
Love,
Arthuan r
Arthur finished his letter and sealed it with a broochgold, keeping your writing utensils. He got up and threw the bag over his shoulder, with the intention of addressing the Owlery.
anyone descended from the tree under which Arthur had been sitting, smiling. "Hey Artie!" He said with enthusiasm.
"What you want, Alfred?" Arthur's green eyes looked at him suspiciously. Alfred shrugged his shoulders, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his jacket - the wearing of the uniform instead, Arthur thought that there should be some rule against it, and smiling.
& ldquo; Nothing. What have you there? A letter? "Alfred quickly took Arthur's fingers, making the British mumble a few words and try to regain his card again.
"Give it to me, Yankee!"
"I will not, slimy Slytherin!"
"What do you think you're playing stupid Gryffindor ? What, you think I'm now exchanging secret correspondence with the Dark Wizards? Do you think the letter you have in your hands for You-Know-Who? "
Alfred
held it over his head, away from Arthur. "Well, if so, I have to cut your means of communication with him! It is the work of a hero! "
" Moron, This letter is for my family! "Arthur was furious again. He made vain attempts to snatch the letter while beating the American, without even giving importance to tears of rage ran down her cheeks.
Alfred's mouth opened, as if to laugh, but saw the tears. "Ooh," Artie is crying, "she asked. CHT
MLXC Arthur grimaced and tried to wipe the tears from her cheeks. "If I am, none of your business," he muttered angrily.
Alfred's expression became more serious, and handed the letter to Arthur. "I" began, but then looked away, shrugging his shoulders.
"What?" Said Arthur, looking bad.
"Sorry."
_ * _
Arthur was flying.
Above the trees, felt the wind in your hair and emPezo to laugh very hard, regardless of who attended.
The others were in the air too - at least the majority. Some had returned to earth, one had even fallen off his broom.
Francis slipped to their brooms were on the same level. "Enjoying the view?" He asked.
"If I am not of your business, the grenouille."
Francis laughed. "Well, I think that's pretty nice for a country so perpetually sad and rainy."
"Stupid french & amp; eacute; s unbearable. "
"You know I love it."
At this point, Francis and Arthur had set a semi-amicable relationship. Arthur did not care to admit, but I was beginning to enjoy the company of the French, when the Frenchman was too busy being an arrogant idiot and perverted, of course. Nataliya
flew by them. "I think I could get used to this," she said, her voice low and calm. Arthur nodded.
"Hello Nataliya" the Belarusian girl nodded back.
"Hello Arthur,Francis. "
"Salut, Nataliya. Comment vas-you? "
" Well, a little dizzy, but good. "He smiled, lips are tight. "I'm going now, I must find my brother. See you at lunch. " And with that, went down to find the Hufflepuff Russian named Ivan.
"Ivan?" Francis said, shaking his head. "I honestly do not know what is in it."
"Sure, because you only have eyes for yourself."
"That's a lie, Arthur, I have eyes for you & rdquo.
Arthur's cheeks were dyed pink. "Q-what?"
"I have eyes for you and many others. I love you all, but really, do not know why Nataliya is so obsessed with Ivan. Mon dieu, it's your brother!
Madame Hooch whistle sounded, and Arthur and Francis descended from the heavens. _ * _
"Can anyone tell me what this is, aru?" Asked Professor Wang as he pointed a photograph of a chair.
The class was still a boy until GrFeliks Łukasiewicz yffindor called up his hand. "It's like, totally, a chair. Duh. "
" Five points to Gryffindor, aru. But can you tell us what is special about this chair, aru? "
Arthur raised his hand.
"Yes, Kirkland, aru?"
"Busby is the chair, the chair of the murderer cursed Busby. Anyone who feels there will die. "
There were murmurs around the classroom.
"Ten points for Slytherin, aru. Exactly, is the chair of Busby, named after Thomas Busby. Muggle historyThomas Busby that he murdered his victim, Daniel Awety in a club, after Awety threatened to take her daughter Elizabeth. But the magicians know that this was not the case, aru. Busby was a magician, and killed with an awful Awety spell that made her look like the body of a man maimed, aru. Muggles Busby was sentenced to the gallows and be buried in a pit, but as he was led to his execution he cursed his favorite chair in the inn where it had all taken place. And so to this day, aru, one can say that all who sit in the chair found Busby's death. "
The class was great at listeningention, and Arthur could see by the corner of my eye, Alfred looked quite pale.
"There are some who say that Busby is not dead, by a magician and all, aru. Even say, aru, which will return, and you will see a figure without arms and with a blurred face. Nevertheless, there are some who say that the chair is just a legend.
Arthur looked at the photo. The chair was there, looking innocent and harmless.
shuddered. -*-
Additional Notes: Just in case anyone is wondering what the title of this story, Blurring House Lines, vendríaa be something like "Fading the lines between the houses," referring to erase the boundaries between them ... it seemed a very long title so that's why XD I kept the original title
continues:
(Part Three)
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