A Foggy Beginning Closed

Calliope glanced at the new arrival with curiosity. Someone distrustful of strangers, who also happened to have parents in Azkaban?

This would be interesting, that was for sure.

Sitting up slightly, Calliope cut in softly. “I’m Calliope Bellerose, pleasure to meet you all. Like Emily, I’d also like to be sorted into Slytherin, though the only house I’m not the biggest fan of is Gryffindor.”

It took her a moment to realize how rude her last statement had stated, and she reddened, quickly stumbling to add some more. “ N-not that the house is bad or anything! I just don’t think that I would do well there...”

Calliope’s gaze returned to the window, and she paused for a moment, before continuing,“I’m not a ministry spy either, though that, uh, does sound interesting. I’m a half-blood, but I haven’t been that involved in the Wizarding World before this...

Calliope’s eyes returned to her hands, wondering how much she should ask. She was feeling rather curious about his parents, but she couldn’t tell how sensitive of a topic it was yet. With a soft exhale, she idly started fiddling with her hands. She’d talked enough for a while, anyways, and she’d rather wait to see what they said.

Emily thought about where she heard the boy's name from before. Then Emily had a flashback of her mother telling her about that boy, her mother said "Irakma Flutran's parents were put in Azkaban for something that they didn't even do. Also, I knew his parents I'm also friends with them and they won't do something like that."

Then Emily stopped the flash back then Emily said "Well, Irakma, my mother said that she knows who your parents are. She also, said that she is friends with them. Does the name Rebecca Flower or Rebecca Smith ring a bell Irakma?"

Emily thought that she saw her older sister Charlet pass by her compartment. But when Emily looked again it wasn't her sister. Emily then looked out of the window. She thought that she saw an owl. But it was just a different type of brid.

Emily then took a bottle of Pumpkin Jucie out of her jacket pocket. She then opened up the lid and started to drink it. Emily was getting borad so she put away her Pumpkin Jucie and she took out a quill and her sketch book. Emily started to draw what she thought the castle looks like. Then she drew what she saw out of the window.

Emily then put away everything that was hers except for her sketch book and quill. Emily is an amazing drawer, so she can draw anything she wants to.

he immediately responds and says, "well, i can say that Calliope there isn't part of the Ministry, or she wouldn't have bungled her words so much. no offense meant. and i know that name alright. she was one of the three people who took care of me while i was living alone, along with a cousin and my house elf Grant. its been lonely, but i made her promise that she wouldnt tell anyone about me. i kind of wanted to disappear. however, it seems that she gave it away to you. she must have found you trustworthy, or she would never have told you i existed."

he grabs the box of beans and says, "thanks." before grabbing another one and popping it into his mouth. he looks shocked, and says, "how? how did it get my mums old recipe? it was never written down... but that combo of nutmeg, cinnamon, and caramel is exactly right..." he stares off into the window as the train starts moving again, before pulling out a quill and started writing a letter to his house elf.

he stops writing and puts his quill down, thinking of how he would send the letter. then he laughs aloud, and says, "of course. i could just call him here and tell him. but i dont think that it would be in the school rules for me to do that. do you know if i can bring my house elf here?"

Emily thinks about what Irakma said then Emily says "I'm the only trustworthy person in my family by the way. I never knew that my mother looked after you. Well, that does explain why she is always leaving. Your welcome."

Emily then thought that she saw her own house elf Kristy. Then she saw her hours elf again. Then Emily mutters "Oi! Kristy. Come here." Then a house elf comes out of nowhere then she asked "Yes mistress Emily?" "What are you doing here?" Emily asked. "I heard someone talking about house elves, so Kristy wants to help the boy talk to his house elf." "Very well then. Irakma my house elf Kristy is going to help you." Emily said.

Emily then continued on with her drawing. Emily drew her house elf and Irakma's house elf together. Both of them on the same page. Since Emily is a great drawer she managed to get it how she wanted it to look. Then she showed Irakma her drawing then Emily asked "So, how is my drawing of both of our house elves? Please do be honest."Emily smiled when she saw her own house elf blushing. Kristy smiled back at Emily. Then Kristy gave Emily a thumbs up. Emily smiled even more. Then Emily looked back at Irakma kinda smiling at him.

Irakma looks at the picture and says, "well, you did pretty good, but Grant doesnt look like that. he is slightly older, has whiskery eyebrows, has bigger eyes, and a loincloth, though i've tried giving him clothes so he could leave if i'm being insulting or rude to him. the loincloth has the house colors on it, so its black and green."

"so i'm assuming that i can call Grant here?" he calls Grant, who bows and says, "my young master sitting with a Mudblood?" Irakma hisses and says "you know i hate that name. please dont use it." Grant wrings his hands and says, "of course, young master. terribly sorry." irakma looks over at the others and says, "sorry, old pureblood family. most of my family dislike Mudbl- Muggle-borns. sorry Bailey. if you dont know, as i would assume Muggle-borns wouldn't know, then Mudblood is one of the worst insults someone could call you. it still hurts me every time my house elf says the word."

He turns back to Grant and says, "now, can you get me the portable umbrella? i left it at home, and i think that its going to rain quite a bit at the school." Grant nods and Disapparates.

Irakma grabs yet another bean and pops it into his mouth. he smiles and says, "toffee. tastes better then ever."