Thread: A Hogwarts romance. (Naomi David x Wolfman)

The hall went silent as McGonagall spoke. Transfers from one school to another? Well, if it could engender a better understanding between the schools, why not? There had been enough strife among wizards for everyone to want peace. Or so the assumption went. The hat went on Astrid's blonde hair. Thomas knew that time all but stood still when the hat sat on your head, and he knew that she and the hat had a discussion of where to place her, as was the case with many if not most of the students. Nevertheless, for those on the outside it was but a second before the hat roared 'GRYFFINDOR!' The roar from the Gryffindor table more than made up for the silence of the other tables. The blonde blue-eyed lithe beauty sat down one seat over from Thomas, an eager first year student between them. She was uncommonly beautiful, easily outshining the rest of the girls in the room. Thomas didn't believe in wasting any chances, so he tried addressing the fairhaired beauty, only to be blocked by the first year student, believing he was addressing her instead of Astrid. Ever the gentleman, Thomas engaged in conversation with the eager young girl who'd just been sorted into Gryffindor. Some of his classmates sitting across the table seized the opportunity to try to talk to Astrid, but they mostly ended up fawning and staring at her. Thomas could only look at her longingly as the young girl next to him blathered on about how happy she was to have been accepted at Hogwarts and Gryffindor. As the feast progressed, the house ghosts made their appearance. The only ghost missing was the Bloody Baron, the Slytherin house ghost. But he, along with Slytherin house, had kept a low profile ever since the battle of Hogwarts, despite attempts of forgiveness and reconciliation. What? The first year girl had just asked Thomas a question. I SAID, are you a mudblood? she said, an impatient expression crossing her face. The nearby students quieted down in embarassment. Thomas never raised his voice, but he was angry at the casual way she'd insulted him. One thing you need to learn right now, Polly that was her name We never refer to muggle born as 'mudbloods'. It is an insult. But yes, since you asked, my parents are both muggles. Not that it matters. I love them because they're great parents. And if you need proof that muggle born are just as capable as those from magical families, I have one name for you Hermione Granger. Polly sniffed at that. Pfft! She is only famous because she was friends with Harry Potter and ended up with that Ron Weasley! I bet she wasn't as great as the stories make her out to be. Thomas felt as if she'd slapped him. She'd just insulted one of the greatest muggle born witches ever, and she'd insulted him by implying that he wasn't a good wizard because he was muggle born. He'd expected something like that from a Slytherin. He was disappointed to hear words like this come from a Gryffindor. Thomas kept silent for the rest of the feast, his mood darkened. After a while, the prefects gathered all the first years to show them to their rooms. And although she was all but surrounded by admirers, Thomas caught Astrid's eyes and asked of her Would you like me to show you where the Gryffindor common room is? Your clothes and gear is already in your bedroom, but I guess you knew that. With a show of boldness he didn't necessarily feel, he held his hand out to her.