The one who arrived was, Ron Weasley.
Red hair, hand-me-down robes, one look and anybody could tell it was a Weasley.
“Sure, have a seat, there’s enough space for one.” I said with a smile, although I did not like his character very much, that did not mean that I would just discriminate against him for no reason at all.
After all, he was just a jealous kid, not like Issei, who was practically drawing the attention of an invasive god upon our world.
“Thank you. I am Ron by the way, Ron Weasley.” He introduced, extending his hand for a shake, as he sat opposite to Harry on the same side as Daphne.
“I am Damien, nice to meet you.” I said with a smile.
“Daphne Greengrass, pleasure.” Daphne on the other hand, was not as enthusiastic meeting Ron, and judging by Ron’s expression, he wasn’t excited either.
Was it because the Greengrass were rich, or because they were Slytherin?
The Greengrass family had extensive business ventures in Wizarding Britain, specially dealing with magical plants and raw materials for potions, they were not Malfoy rich, but enough to make Weasleys look like beggars.
“I am Harry Potter, pleasure to meet you.” Harry in the meanwhile was oblivious to the friction between the two and greeted with a smile.
Hearing Harry’s words, Ron’s mouth hung open, he was genuinely shocked.
Harry was his hero, one of his dreams was to become friends with Harry Potter.
“Really? Then do you have the… the scar?” He asked excitedly.
Harry did not reply with words but just moved his hair up with a hand to reveal a lightning shaped scar, awing both Daphne and Ron at once.
“Wicked.” Ron commented.
“True, the shape of the scar is also fashionable. You don’t actually need to hide it, that scar actually adds to your charm. Of course, that is if you are comfortable with the attention, but no need to worry, it would die out within the week.” I advised with a chuckle.
“Let’s not do that… I am not really used to all the attention…” Harry sighed, in his journey to Diagon alley, he had been surrounded by wizards, for the first time in his life, Harry received that kind of attention.
But the boy was not one who seeks attention, he considered himself fairly normal, still half at disbelief about the wizarding world, after all, he was… This story is hosted at novelping.com.
just, Harry.
How could he suddenly become a celebrity?
“Hey, you were telling me about which house to join, so, have you decided?” Daphne asked me, continuing the conversation which had been stopped by the arrival of Harry.
“Of course, I have thought about it. It will be Gryffindor.” I said with a serious expression.
“Makes sense, I guess… If Slytherin and Ravenclaw are out, only Gryffindor remains.” Daphne nodded.
Then asked abruptly, “Wait, a minute, can you really decide your own house? It is a very dangerous process, which judges you based on your ability… You don’t think you can just decide where you want to go, do you?”
“Huh?” I was puzzled, literally…
“What are you talking about? How is the house selection done?” I asked Daphne trying to clarify what she was talking about.
“Of course, you have to steal eggs from a Dragon. There are three eggs, differently colored, resembling a house each, except Hufflepuff… each hidden carefully… Only the cunning ones can take the Slytherin egg. Only the Brave could hope to take the Gryffindor egg. Only the smart ones can take the Ravenclaw egg. And those who fail are sorted into Hufflepuff. This is the test my parents had to give, but it changes somewhat each year, but the difficulty is about the same. So, we have to be prepared.” Daphne said with utmost seriousness, her face devoid of the slightest mirth, it was somewhat pale even…
She truly believed this.
Her words had different reactions from everyone, Harry downright looked like he was about to faint, Ron already had tears, as if his worst fear was about to come true.
Meanwhile I was just sitting there blankly…
‘I thought it was something serious, maybe the combination of DxD world changed some things…
But it was just William and Evelyn and making a fool of her…’
“S…She’s right, you know… in my brother’s year, he had to fight a Troll without a wand to get selected.” Ron whispered, he hadn’t expected his unreliable brother to speak the truth.
“Do you guys even hear yourself, fight a Troll? Steal eggs from a dragon? As if anybody could do that, everybody would be Hufflepuff if that were the case. They are all pranking you.” I said while clutching my head in frustration.
“Really?” Harry asked hopefully.
“Probably. I am a Muggle-born, remember?” I replied.
“Wait… The two of them are from wizarding families… Which means, their accuracy… might be higher… And I have felt all the wizards I have met until now, are… somewhat crazy. Who knows if they might actually do it?” Harry said worriedly.
Wizards were weird, specially since his first contact was Hagrid, he wouldn’t say Hagrid was a bad person, but he definitely won’t say that Hagrid was completely right in the head…
Like who leaves after just handing a ticket?
If he hadn’t met Ron’s family while entering the platform nine and a three quarters, he might not have been able to enter at all!!
“I mean doesn’t sound that bad, best case, we go to Gryffindor. Worst case, we land in Hufflepuff, so no use worrying.” I shrugged, not bothering to explain again, better to let them get embarrassed later.
“Wait, but why is she coming to Gryffindor? Wouldn’t she be going to Slytherin?” Ron questioned out loudly while pointing at Daphne.
“Of course, because Damien is planning to go there, we are friends, so we will join the same house. I don’t really care much about joining Slytherin. Besides, Damien explained that the most Slytherin thing you can do is not joining Slytherin. But most importantly, why are you questioning me?” Daphne said with her eyebrows raised, the Weasleys were kind of infamous amongst pure bloods.
They were poor, but they also produced babies by the dozen.
Which left all the wizarding families both in disgust and envy.
Ron looked like he was about to chide her about how she was a Slytherin pureblood who was a future Death Eater, but was stopped by the sudden opening of the compartment gate.
“Anything off the trolleys, dear?” poor Ron…
everyone here is about to show off their wealth now.