This choice: Calista heads off to the Grand Hall, surely they'll be boasting there. • Go Back...Chapter #7Calista heads off to the Grand Hall, surely the... by: Mr. George   As she made her way through the school, she muttered to herself. That damned fog had taken her memory, but it still left her with her knowledge of spells. An image flashed in her mind, briefly, but powerfully, a family group. A chubby boy, his overweight father and the nosy mother.
Recoiling at the memory, it came with a sense of repulsion and fear. Calista nodded to herself, that must be a muggle family she was tormenting. They reeked of the mundane.
Turning a corner, a brief 'Fuck' slipped unladylike from her lips.
It was that Hermione Granger, dithering through the corridors with -of course- a parchment in her hands.
Hermione looked up, and waved uncertainly as Calista approached.
Calista looked for side corridors as the girls approached one another. Both were on edge, wary of the other. Calista fingers reached for her wand, as she saw the Gryffindor's lips moving.
"Mis..-something-... ed."
It didn't sound like a spell, so Calista just kept a keen eye on her.
"Er... Hi. Hi Calista."
Calista's smile widened, that filthy Weasley spell must have been defective, if she'd remembered/invented her real name.
"Hermione." she answered coldly.
"You remember me?" her tone was bright and hopeful.
It annoyed the hell out of Calista, this casual mockery.
"Oh, yes. I remember... I remember you, and the Weasleys. I remember the Weasleys." she snarled. Her anger slipping free more than she wished.
Cursing her impatience, she knew the swat would never reveal where her snivelling house mates were, not now.
"I bet you're all laughing to yourselves, about those stupid former boys, and their forgetful girlfriends."
Despite herself, she stopped. The thought occurred, did she have a boyfriend. Surely she did, she was attractive, and with him being transformed, of course she wouldn't recognise him... or rather her, at the moment. This would form a nice joke for later, she felt her good humour return.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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