Gathering Supplies for the New Year((Anyone))

[Zeak Nitesh G2]

((I didn't know if it was ok to post the summer months yet. If its not alright please tell me and I will delete this post))

Zeak's sightless blue eyes opened a full three seconds before the alarm clock did. His fingers easily found the off button and switched off the alarm just as the annoying beep was about to begin. Zeak smiled, his internal alarm hadn't failed him for the past 4 years. He always seemed to wake up right on time. His mother still insisted on him turning his alarm clock on, just in case. His mother was the complete opposite when it came to waking up (usually taking 100 pushes of the snooze button and many cups of coffee). Zeak tossed the blanket off of him and sat up. He turned and placed his bare feet on the hard wooden floor of his room. Today was the day, the big day that the letter had spoken about. When they had received the Hogwarts letter the Nitesh family had been confused. They had decided to ignore it until a representative showed up at their house and explained everything and gave them instruction on what to do.

Zeak heard the footsteps before he even heard the voice of his mother heading up the stairs. "Zeak? Are you up honey?" Zeak yanked off the shirt of his pajamas and tossed it onto the bed behind him. "Yea mom. Im up. Be out in a second." Zeak heard the footsteps stop outside of his room door as his mother waited patiently for him. getting dressed wasn't very hard for Zeak. His room hadn't changed in over 6 years. He had the place perfectly mapped out. 1 step away from the bed, turn left, 3 steps foreword and creak. The floorboard just in front of the dresser always creaked when any weight was placed on it. That creak always told Zeak that he had reached his destination. Founding the top of the dresser he traced his hand down and quickly counted the drawer gaps. He stopped on the fourth drawer and pulled it open and pulled out a pair of jeans. Than similarly he found a T-shirt and a pair of socks. Getting dressed had also been a easy routine for him. He was dressed and ready to go in no time and walking stick in hand he made it to the door.

Before he could reach the door it opened and in stepped his mother, Chelsea Nitesh. "Are you ready dear?" Zeak nodded and replied. "Yes mom, we've been over this before. About a hundred times. I can do this." Mrs. Nitesh wasn't overly convinced and she was still uneasy about all of this. How could he survive without her care? With a defeated sigh she shrugged. "Oh alright. Come along than." She moved to grab his hand but Zeak quickly withdrew as soon as he noticed what she was doing. "Mom, I think I can handle walking out of the house. I have done it before." With another sigh Mrs. Nitesh turned and took the lead out of the room, Zeak closely about her.

Normally Zeak would keep his stick out in front in case a chair had been moved, but with Mrs. Nitesh leading the way, he had nothing to worry about. They made it outside and down the stairs. Zeak had the outside figured out as much as the inside. Step step step, curve slightly to the left step step. The tip of the stick struck the familiar bouncy rubber material that tires were made out of. Keeping one finger on the hood as a guiding tool Zeak walked around the car and found the passenger side door and quickly entered and buckled up. The drive was a long one. It was always a long drive into the city. The Nitesh family lived a far way from civilization. After the fire the family wanted to be far removed from city life.

Zeak could always tell when they got into the city. The car did a lot more stopping and going and the turns were always more aggressive. Finally the car stopped and the engine shut down. Zeak turned to his mother, not that it helped with his vision but he always made it a habit to face who he was talking to to help them know who he was addressing. "Is this the place?" Mrs. Nitesh didn't sound to sure when she answered. "Yes." Zeak exited the car at the same time as his mover but he waited for her at the door and took her hand as she lead the way. He hated having to take his mothers hand, but he didn't know this area and it would go faster with his mother leading.

They entered a building and immediately Zeak was assaulted with many sounds. The clinking of glasses, the scrap of chairs, and mostly voices talking. Zeak hated noisy places, the more noise the more interference and the harder it was for him to get his bearings. He was helpless and had to allow his mother to continue leading him. Zeak stuck out his stick, sometimes striking a chair lightly, he wanted to map out this area a little bit but before he could get a good chance they stopped walking and he could hear his mother's whispered voice. "Could you please help us........." the rest was lost as a particularly drunk patron began to holler and Zeak was forced to cover his ears.

Mrs. Nitesh took her sons hand once more and than was leading him on again. Zeak knew they were in a tavern called the Leaky Cauldron. The man had told them to go there and show a letter to the bartender. He would help them enter a place called Diagon Alley where they would be able to buy all the supplies Zeak needed. They stepped into the back alley and the bartender quickly tapped on the brick wall. Zeak counted each silent tap in his head. Zeak felt his mothers grip tighten as a weird reached his ears. Were the bricks moving? "Oh my...." Came Mrs. Nitesh's breathless reply at the site beyond the brick archway.

Even Zeak could sense the ultimate busyness of the place. It seemed like the noise, the smell, the motion never stopped here. Zeak stayed really close to his mother as they stepped into Diagon Alley, getting lost here would not be a good thing. They spent the day wandering the alley, never knowing where they were going half the time. Absorbing everything they could about this newly discovered world they were in. After they figured out how to trade what was called "Muggle Money" into this wizards currency they set off. Mrs. Nitesh had the list as they stepped into every store. At every store they always seemed to need some assistance in finding things. Another problem was no books were printed in Braille. Yet a friendly clerk would always wave his wand and change that fact (For a slight fee).

The day was extremely exiting for Zeaks, completely terrifying for Mrs. Nitesh. Finally, it seemed like everything on the list was purchased. They stopped outside of a shop as Mrs. Nitesh let go of Zeaks hand. "Stay here for a second and let me double check the list." She began to scan the list to see if anything was missing. Zeak stood quietly by, panning his head around to absorb the many sounds of the place. Suddenly, something made his ear perch. Zeak turned and took a step toward the sound. Was that a hoot? His stick struck some stairs and he quickly navigated them and soon passed through a store doorway. The smell and sound of owls struck him powerfully. Than, through the sound that familiar hoot came once again. Before he knew it he was in front of the owl's cage. His hands easily found the gap in the bars and reached into the cage. His fingers brushed against soft feathers and a smile reached his lips.

The owl seemed to enjoy the attention. Suddenly the smile was wiped from his lips. How had he gotten here? He spun around, his mind raced as he tried to retrace his steps. The darkness that filled his vision provided no out for him. He had been so caught up in finding the owl he had forgot to mentally remember where he was walking. He couldn't remember how to get back. He glanced around, a lot of good that did him. He shook his head clear. No time to panic now, panicking only put you in trouble. Think rationally, find the stores door, and call for mom. Shes probably looking for you. Taking a deep breath to relax his body he began to tap his stick on the ground in front of him to make sure the way was clear, than took a step foreword.

[ames]

The dream was rather nice, really and Amelia was enjoying herself as her imagination took her into the vaults of her fantasies. She was dreaming of far away lands and living as one of those in the books she loves to read. A smile was even on her full pink lips as she slept. Then, suddenly, a bright light stung at her eyes, ripping her from her fantasies and her dreams. Her eyes snapped open, quickly turning from blueish green to bright blue as the light changed. She looked around, grumpily, as her mother moved around her room.

"Mom!?" Amelia snapped, angry that her mother had woken her. "Yes?" Jay'Na asked, absently as she continued picking up dirty clothes from the floor. Amelia, still angry and a bit confused at why her mother was cleaning her room at 9 in the morning, sat up and glared.

"What are you doing?" Amelia asked, her voice ringing with angry steel. Jay'Na looked up as if surprised Amelia was so angry. Amelia could still see the annoyance in her mother's blue eyes. "Well excuse me!" Jay'Na said, staring down at her daughter, "But didn't you ask me to wake you up this morning? Didn't you say that you wanted to go shopping for school supplies today?" Amelia sighed, defeated, and falling back down on her bed. Jay'Na sighed and left the room, but not without a quick warning to get out of bed. Amelia sighed again, wishing she could just sleep a bit longer. Why did I stay up until 3 in the morning last night? She thought, angry with herself and moaning, throwing the blanket back over her head.

Thirty minutes later, Amelia entered the dining room where her mother, Dawn, Jaime, and Dion were eating a breakfast of pancakes. She wore her favorite blue tank top and regular blue jeans with green flip flop sandals. Her shoulder length wavy brown hair was up in a messy bun and her make-up was soft. Dawn looked up from her newspaper and smiled, her eyes ready to tease. Jaime looked up only once with a quick smile and went back to eating his pancakes. Dion, as usual, just stared for a few moments and then continued eating. Amelia yawned, sitting down next to Jaime and serving herself some pancakes.

Dawn, her eyes twinkling, smiled that smile that meant she was going to say something smart just to annoy Amelia. It was Jay'Na's best friend's favorite thing to do. 'So... you finally decided to grace us with your presence, eh Amelia?" As usual, Amelia just gave Dawn... the look... The one look that said "woman, leave me alone" Dawn just laughed and continued eating.

After breakfast, Amelia kissed her mother good bye and her and Jaime got in her car. Jaime was a good enough driving companion, he didn't talk much, but when he did, he usually made Amelia laugh. He was a Muggle, though, and the only reason he wanted to go with her while she shopped for school supplies, was because he was curious. He was forever questioning her of her magical lifestyle. She was living among Muggles, so the curiosity was inevitable. She was grateful of Jaime, though. He had taught her to drive a Muggle car, after all.

It didn't take them too long to finish the drive to the Leaky Cauldron. They stepped from the small blue car and entered the Wizard Pub that's sole purpose was to guard the wizard shops that lie behind it. Jaime was excited, that much was certain. He kept talking about what he thought Diagon Ally was like. Amelia could only smile as he continued. They walked through the loud pub, Amelia smiling at people she recognized and even saying a quick hello to the bartender. Amelia then led her Muggle friend out back and pulled out her wand. Jaime's eyes widened. She had never showed him her wand before. During the holiday breaks when she would go to live with her mother, her mother's best friend, Dawn, Dawn's son, Jaime, and her nephew, Dion, she would store her wand away so that the temptation of using it would never arise.

The bricks she tapped started to move apart and the wall melted away to form the arch that entered into the alley. Jaime's breath caught in surprise as his eyes witnessed the wonders of magic. Amelia then proceeded to show him about the alley, glad to show someone her other life. It was when Jaime asked to see some owls, like Chocolate Chip, that Amelia took him to the owl shop. He smiled, wishing aloud that he could have one. Amelia smiled and wandered through the shop, gazing at the owls and holding her shopping morsels. Jaime then called for her from the other side of the shop and Amelia turned quickly to walk toward the voice. Her tall body suddenly bumped into a shorter one. A head hit her torso and Amelia gasped, as she always did when she bumped into someone accidentally, looking down at the boy she hit.

"Oh I'm sorry!"

[Zeak Nitesh G2]

Zeak gulped and had to silent berate himself for his moment of panic. What was wrong with you? You've been alone many times before. This isn't any different. Besides, mom was just outside the store, she would be easy to find. He shook his head in wonder and even managed a small smile. How could he have let himself panic over this? Besides, there were tons of people around. If he got into a real bind he could simply as for a little bit of assistance. He had entered the forest near the house many times before and had always made his way back without help. He could handle a small thing like a busy alley. The owl had been a near straight shot from the door. He already turned the 180 degrees, so he should be facing the door. In theory. Even if he wasn't straight with the door he only had to find the wall and follow that to the door. Every time he got lost he needed only to find a wall and stick to it, that always helped him find his location.

The sound of footsteps drew his attention. He should have noticed them earlier but the sound's of the busy alley was messing up his pin point hearing accuracy. Who's ever footsteps he heard now was really close, and heading straight for him. Zeak opened his mouth to warn whoever it was, but was to late. "Oof." Was all that came out of Zeak's open mouth as he fell onto his butt. "Ow." Escaped his lips as his butt made contact with the floor. The shock and surprised made him drop his stick. It dropped to the floor with a slight "clank" and rolled away. The shock of the fall made his glasses bounce slightly and fall down onto his lap.

He heard the person apologize. By the sound of the voice he could tell it was a girl. She was taller than him, for his head had hit her belly. Which probably meant she was few years older than him. "Oh, its no problem. I was a bit preoccupied. It's my fault actually. I should have heard you coming sooner." He offered a weak smile and as he replaced his glasses and than rolled to his hands and knees and began to pat around and locate his stick.

[ames]

Amelia could tell right away that boy was different. As he fell to the floor, she noticed that he was holding a stick, which fell from his grasp as he fell. Amelia felt so bad as she went to bend down and help the boy up, also noticing that his eyes were a milky white color. She hesitated a moment as the boy began to roll into a with a quick word of "no problem" to her apology. She bit her lip and stepped around him, knowing he was looking for the walking stick he had dropped when she rammed into the poor boy. She bent down and took hold of the stick, and gently grabbing his arm and offering to help him up.

Once he was on his feet again, Amelia handed the stick to him and finally concluded that the boy was blind. It was obvious and that made her feel even worse. She had knocked a blind boy to the ground of a dirty Owlry. She hit herself and brushed dirt off the boy's back. She shook her head, wanting to hit her head against a wall.

"I really am sorry." She apologized again. "What's your name anyway?" She asked softly after a few moments of silence.

[Zeak Nitesh G2]

Zeak patted around for a bit longer until he felt a hand on his arm. He stood up easily with the help off the girl and his walking stick found its way back to his hand. He offered a smile at the spot where he believed the girl was standing. Judging by the hold on his arm he hit the mark very closely. "Thanks. It would have taken me forever to find that." He tapped his walking stick on the ground a few times to see if it was damaged. "Like I said. No problem. Normally I would have heard you coming. But this place... Its so noisy here. It's messing with my ears and keeping me disoriented."

He sighed and brushed off his sore butt. "My name is Zeak. Whats yours?" He said with a happy smile on his face. This girl had to be a witch. There surely couldn't' be many like him in this area. He was happy to finally be meeting and talking with someone from this community. Than another thought struck. "You wouldn't by any chance happen to be a Hogwarts student? Would you? This is my first year. I mean, my family didn't even know anything about wizards or magic, and yet I receive a letter saying that I am wizard."

He realized suddenly that he was rambling and starting to get a tad to excited. He quickly calmed down and fell silent and gave the girl a chance to reply. He was dying to find out anything he could about Hogwarts.

[ames]

Amelia tried to smile when the boy assured her it was alright. Inside, she felt like the most horrible person in the entire world. He seemed alright, though. Amelia was a bit confused when he tapped the stick on the floor a few times, but she figured he was just testing it for something. She shrugged it off and listened to him as he began speaking again. She frowned when he said the noise was messing with his hearing. It must be so horrible to have to rely on hearing only to make your way places. She smiled, however, when he told her his name. Zeak... it was an interesting name. She liked it. It was a cool name.

"Amelia," she introduced herself. Zeak then asked if she went to Hogwarts. That puzzled her for a quick moment, but then he said he was a first year. She smiled, nodding and understanding.

"Yes, actually. I'm a fifth year at Hogwarts." She paused and laughed, "Well, I suppose I'm a sixth year now!" She thought a moment at what he said. His family didn't know about Hogwarts? They must have been Muggles, like her family.

"So, then, you're a Muggleborn?" She asked, but he continued to talk and must not have heard her. She laughed. He was so full of energy, it seemed. "Well, you must be a Muggleborn if you're parents didn't know about magic. I am, too. My parents had no idea what to think when I received my letter, but my grandmother, who had been watching me and knew I must have been a witch, told us all about Hogwarts and everything. It was very exciting, my first year. I know you'll love it." She smiled again.

Just then Jaime's voice was behind her and Amelia looked around and saw him. He was holding a small gray and brown owl on his shoulder, which was nibbling his ears and hooting. Amelia laughed at the sight. Jaime was laughing and petting the feathers. He wanted to buy it. I shook my head, a smile still on my face.

"I don't think Dawn would like that very much..." I said. Jaime shrugged, making the owl hoot and nip at him again. Amelia simply shook her head once more and turned back to Zeak.

[Dalit Whittemore S5]

Dalit Whittemore awoke with a start. Her eyes quickly opened to stare at the ceiling of her bedroom. She sat up straight in bed, staring ahead to a clock on the other side of the dimly lit room. The only light coming in was leaking through the violet curtains on the windows to her right. Dalit knew why she had woken up. Today her father was leaving on business again, but what made this occasion rare, was that her mother was going with him.

The previous night, Dalit had sat through lecture upon lecture, including all the rules and why they should be followed, the main one, being no going outside of the Whittemore grounds. Dalit knew how much trouble she would be in if she was caught, but it was a risk she was willing to take. She was never allowed out on her own, for fear of her coming in contact with anyone unworthy, something her parents couldn't stop at Hogwarts. Unfortunately.

The clock in Dalits room was not an ordinary clock. It did not tell the time, nor did it have any type of numbers on it. The clock had three hands on it, each with a family members picture on it; the longest hand had a picture of her father, Edward, the middle one, a picture of her mother Cady, and the shortest one held a picture of herself. The short hand was pointing at the word "home", while the other two were pointing at the word "traveling." Now that her parents were out of her way, she could get to her own agenda.

Pushing the violet bedding off of her body, she swung her body to the side of the bed, and stepped down. Stepping across the cold floor, she went and stood in the middle of the room. "ELF!", she screamed. Within a few seconds, a house elf appeared, looking old and tired. He was dressed in an old dirty towel which had been sewed to fit him. "Yes, Mistress Whittemore?", he asked. "Clothes, NOW. I want my black dress with the silver stars embroidered at the cuffs. You can also get me my silver shoes with the sequins on them, the ones that look like ballet shoes, and hurry up. I have a full day ahead of me."

Dalit pulled off her white nightgown and threw it on the floor. She grabbed the dress that the house elf had handed her and pulled it over her head. As she put on her shoes, the house elf brought out an old mirror, with a dark wood frame, which had been intricately carved. Dalit stepped over to the mirror and examined herself in it. Her long black hair reached her waist, and with the help of her dress, she looked like a corpse who had never spent even a moment in the sun. Her pale skin made her look sickly.

"Put the mirror away, elf. I'm going out on the grounds. You will not come looking for me under any circumstances, do you hear me?" Dalit's eyes stared unblinkingly at the house elf, as it frantically nodded its head, wanting to leave the presence of her. She knew she would have no problem with him, but she knew better than to assume. "You will also tell no one where I am. Leave." With a quiet 'pop', the house elf was gone.

Dalit walked over toward the night table beside her bead. On it lay her wand, and a black pouch of money. She carefully put both items in a black bag and walked over to the fireplace. On the ledge above it, was a clear jar, containing floo powder. She took the lid off and grabbed some. After she replaced the lid, she put the jar in her bag too, so she would be able to return.

Dalit threw the floo powder she was holding into the fire, and waited for the flames to change colour. When they did, she stepped into them and said as clearly as she could 'Diagon Alley'. Everything around her began to spin. After a short time, the spinning stopped and she was behind a crowd of people.

Turning in all directions, she wondered where to go first. She had never been allowed on her own in Diagon before, and she wanted to take advantage of it now.Beginning to walk, she carefully surveyed the crowd. With some people, it was easy to see who was a pure blood, especially with the Alley full of new Hogwarts mudbloods.

Only one store really stuck out in Dalits eyes: the Owl Emporium. She walked over and stood looking in the window. All different varieties of owls were in that one store. Even though the family owl was getting old and unreliable, as much as Dalit wanted to buy one, she couldn't. They would know she had left the mansion. Dalit was about to move on to another window when something caught her eye. There were 3 people that stood out specifically, all standing in the same general area, having a conversation. One, who was clearly a muggle, was holding an owl. The second, a girl a year older that Dalit had seen around at school, and the third, who had the kind of walking stick that blind people use.

Sarcastic comments began to form in Dalits mind, and her eyes narrowed. Turning toward the door, she opened it and went in, setting the bell on the door off. "Well well well, what have we here?" Dalit said to the three as she walked over to them. "Don't tell me Hogwarts is letting handicaps in now. Isn't it bad enough with all the mudbloods?" She aimed her comments at the blind boy, and then turned to the girl. "Feeling sympathetic toward the charity case?" Dalit flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Wizards blood has gone to such a waste these days."

[ames]

Jaime was just minding his own business, standing next to Amelia and the young boy, petting the small owl on his arm. It seemed rather unfair, really. Wizards could have an owl as a pet, but he couldn't? How was that supposed to work? So what if his mom wouldn't like it. He loved doing things his mother didn't like (which was extremely hard, considering Dawn let almost anything go...). He sighed. No one was talking. Amelia was always very nice to younger people. She was the kind of person who always had some form of friend that was much younger than her. It wasn't anything odd or weird, she just enjoyed being in the company of younger kids. She liked kids. Jaime was getting increasingly bored. Before anything could be said to quench his boredom, however, the bell of the front door rang as someone entered. He looked over and his breath caught. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen just entered the shop.

She was dark and rather gothic, but he liked that. Her hair was dark and her face pale. He stared at her, his eyes wide and rather blank. She was walking over. He didn't even notice the owl fly off his shoulder. When she spoke, her voice was like fluid velvet. He couldn't even talk. Amelia seemed able to speak, however, and glare as well. He didn't even care that when the girl spoke, it was rude comments and rather harsh. He continued to stare as Amelia retaliated quickly with another sarcastic remark.

"Funny you say "mudblood" because, honestly, I don't see a problem with Muggles or as you also said "handicaps" which is good news for you, because you are the biggest waste of "Wizard Blood" I've ever seen." Amelia's voice was cold and full of steel. She had placed a hand on Zeak's shoulder as if protecting him. Jaime still couldn't speak, however. The girl's beauty was so overwhelming that he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Amelia seemed put off by Jaime's silence and she flashed one of her glares at him. He glanced at her and cleared his throat, averting his eyes. He couldn't help, however, to glance up at the girl again.

[Zeak Nitesh G2]

Zeak smiled as the girl began to speak of Hogwarts. He lost himself in the thoughts and attempted to picture the place. A lot of the things she said made no sense to him. Like being a muggleborn, what was that? Although the girl said that she too was a muggleborn, so it couldn't be a bad thing. Could it? Just than more footsteps came through to Zeaks ears as a third person joined the party. Zeak turned toward the newcomer as the girl he was talking to began to speak to him also. He cocked his head, wondering what it was the third person was holding when the sound of a hoot reached him. He smiled again, an owl. Zeak could barely remember what a owl looked like. He remembered though that it was a beautiful animal. It must be an important animal in the wizarding world, since they did have an entire shop just for them. Zeak once again turned to the girl, Amelia. "Are owls important? I mean, outside of the wizard community they don't seem to do much. Yet here, theres an entire store just for owls. Do wizards use them for something?"

Before he could get an answer out of Amelia the doorbell rang. So that was where the door was. Zeak had missed it by only a few feet, but he did remember that bell going off on his way in. Another pair of footsteps made their way to them. Only unlike Amelias, whose footsteps had been light and joyful. These ones sounded heavy, and with a purpose. Then the person spoke, clearly a girl and clearly older than Zeak. Again, where Amelia's voice had been light and kind. This girls voice was cold and malicious. The handicap comment stung him deeply. There was no doubt that it was aimed at him. He had never been made fun off for his blindness. Not once. He was home schooled, up to this point. So he had been spared any malice from other children. The ones he did see only felt sorry for him.

The insult stung him more than he would ever off thought it could. He was never more aware of his disability than he was at this moment. His joyous mood drooped to the pit of his stomach as fast as a rock being dropped off a cliff. His head began unconsciously drop and his cast themselves down to the floor. He gulped to keep his throat from locking up. Just than the girls next comment drove away the sadness slightly and replaced it with confusion. What on earth was a mudlbood? He barely had time to ask when his confusion was replaced by the sting of yet another insult. Charity case, yet another insult at his blindness that Zeak had never experienced.

Before he could respond though he felt Amelia's hand on his shoulder and heard her speak up and defend him. He reached out and caught a hold of Amelias sleeve and gave a small tug to get her attention. He turned his head upward to face her. "Whats a mudblood?" He asked quietly. Feeling that if the 4th person heard him ask this question he would receive more ridicule. Why was this girl being so mean to him? What had he done to her? He hadn't stepped on her toes, hadn't smacked her with his stick. He'd never even met this girl. Why was she being so nasty to him?

[ames]

Zeak asked Amelia more questions about Hogwarts, but she couldn't answer. The Slytherin girl, Dalit Whittemore. Amelia knew her, sort of, had entered the shop and began to insult Zeak rather harshly. The boy looked incredibly hurt at those insults and Amelia suspected he had never been insulted before. Her back straightened and her eyes narrowed. She placidly retaliated Dalit's remarks with a few of her own, all the while holding Zeak's shoulder with her right hand. Her glare was steal as she regarded the Slytherin. Before Dalit could say anything more, Zeak tugged gently on her sleeve and Amelia bent down, her gaze softening as she looked down at the boy. He asked her in a small whisper what a mudblood was and Amelia sighed. Why did he have to find out this way?

"Um..." she whispered, "It's an insult to people born from Muggles." The thought suddenly struck her that maybe the boy didn't even know what a Muggle was. She continued quickly, "A Muggle is a none wizard person. Like my parents"

[Dalit Whittemore S5]

Dalit was aware of the muggle boy staring at her. She could see the look of longing in his eyes, and it was aimed at her. In her view, it made the comments she made all the more entertaining. It was like getting your hopes up and then having them dashed. The boy clearly had no idea who she was.

The harsh insults really took a toll on the blind boy. She could see the disappointment in his eyes at finding out that the wizarding worlds wasn't all cookies and cakes. Dalit felt like she had won the lottery.

Dalit didn't even flinch as the girl wasted no time with come backs. They bounced off her as beginners spell would bounce off a shield, all the while, keeping a blank expression on her face.She was a pure blood witch, her family was one of the most respected families in the wizard world, she had all the money she would ever need, and this mudblood was calling her a waste of wizards blood? "Well, at least I don't have my blood to be embarrassed about." If at all possible, the tone in Dalits voice grew even colder.

Dalit watched the blind boy try to get Amelias attention, her ego growing as she watched them whisper. She caught the words 'muggle' and 'mudblood', so she assumed he was asking her what they were. "Has your new friend not had the time to tell you what you two are? How about I tell you: you are nothing but a nuisance; a mistake to the wizarding world, and you will never be anything more. You have your tainted blood to thank for that."

Dalit finally turned to the muggle boy, giving him her attention, but not that kind he was hoping for. "Why are you staring? You aren't even good enough to lick the dirt from my shoes."

[ames]

Amelia could swear that Dalit's head was growing right in front of her eyes. The girl's ego was astounding! How could one person be so full of themselves? She was such a skinny girl... Amelia raised one eyebrow as Dalit tried a response. She just stared at the black haired girl, her eyes dull. Amelia then pretended to think about her insult and then put a ditzy blank look on her face.

"Who said I was embarassed?" She said in a blank tone, "I mean, if anyone should be embarassed, it should be you. You're the one making a fool of yourself by walking up to random people and picking on a blind first year."

She bit her lip and tilted her head, "Oh please, your ladyship, will you please teach me how to be the biggest bloody git on the face of the Wizarding World?" She smiled sweetly and shrugged, "Because, I think you would be the best teacher."

After explaining what she could to Zeak about Dalit's comments, the Slytherin had to retaliate. Amelia slowly straightened and glared fiercely. She blinked a few times and felt her anger grow hot. This girl needed to shut up.

"Wow, Dalit. That was by far the best insult I've hear all day." She smiled a fake smile and then let it drop into a glare, "You really should lay off a little, you're tiny little brain might explode from the pressure of coming up with so many come backs."

Then Dalit turned to Jaime, who Amelia had almost forgotten was standing there. The remarks she threw at him sounded as if he was smitten with her and the moment Amelia turned to look at him, she felt even more angry. The Muggle boy was practically drooling on Dalit's disgusting black shoes! Amelia felt her face grow hot. She put her hands on her hips and turned to look at him fully. He looked at her and then blushed. The insult that Dalit threw at him seemed to hurt him deep, but the look that Amelia was giving him made him ashamed as well. She shook her head and gave him her famous "we are going to talk later" look. She turned to look at Dalit and glared, throwing all her anger towards the Slytherin girl.

"Ok Dalit. Your turn..." She said in a mocking way that meant, "game on"

[Zeak Nitesh G2]

((Sorry about the delay. Just finished moving))

Zeaks head began to swim as Amelia explained to him what a muggle was. So a muggle was someone without any wizard blood, but was able to perform magic which allowed them to become a wizard. Those remarks hardly stung Zeak, for he still didn't quite understand them. But judging from this girl's reaction, muggles were something to be looked down upon. At least in her eyes. Zeak couldn't understand it. He could perform magic, just like the girl in front of him could. Just because his parents couldn't didn't make his blood any less powerful than hers. Zeak barely listened as Amelia and the girl exchange another volley of verbal blows. Why? Why was this girl harboring such hatred to him and Amelia just because of their blood. These comments rolled off easier on him than they did on Amelia. She had probably lived with them longer and they stung more to her. What stung Zeak right now were the blind and handicap comments. Never before had anyone gone that far.

The two girls were getting ready to exchange more blows. Zeak stepped foreword, past Amelia and faced in the direction of the girl. "I don't know what you have against me or my blood. But you must be really un-confident of your abilities if you have to stoop so low as to revert to comments about my eyes. My parents may not have been wizards like yours. But I know that I have magic blood inside me and that makes me the same as you." Zeak crossed his arms in defiance, looking rather ridiculous with his small size. "I may be blind, but that sure does not make me a burden on anyone." He smirked slightly. "Just you watch, I'll become a great wizard. Even with this handicap. I'll surpass you, and than you will be stuck living your live with the knowledge that a muggleborn bested you at your own game."