➵ Choice ➵ {DM and HP)

➵ Chapter 4 ➵

"Hello fellow humans, sorry I'm late I—" She starts but her eyes fall on me.

"Oh hey, we've got the new girl!"

The other girls seem to recognize her, because they turn back to their conversations as the girl makes her way over to the empty bed next to me. She sits and sticks her hand out for me to shake,

"Quinn Zabini, at your service," she says in a dramatic accent.

I shake it, a little taken aback by her big personality.

"Eloise Foster," I respond and she nods.

"I know."

There's a silence, forcing me to say hesitantly,

"Uh, how....are you?"

How are you?! Eloise, stop being so damn awkward.

She waves her hand dismissively as she falls back onto her bed, "Oh don't even try to make small talk. I know I suck at it and by the looks of it, you do too." She lifts her head slightly to grin at me and I can't help smiling back.

I like her.

"So, I have to ask" Quinn says, "Where did you transfer from?"

Here we go again.

But before I can say anything Quinn speaks again, "Judging by your look of exasperation, you've been asked that way too many times today. You don't have to answer, I don't mind."

Ok, Quinn has definitely made it on the top three people of the day. She's so different from the Beauxbatons girls, she's honest.

"No, it's fine. I transferred from Beauxbatons," I explain.

"Oh damn, the french school?" She props herself up on her elbows. "Oui Oui baguette?"

Her french accent is so exaggerated, it makes me laugh, surprisingly.

"Yeah, exactly," I say, between laughs.

"Oo say something in french!" Quinn asks excitedly.

"Like what?" I ask.

"Say, 'Quinn is the most talented person in the world.'" She grins.

I smile back, "Quinn est la personne la plus doué du monde."

Her eyes widen, "Oh blimey, that's good."

I nod, my cheeks blushing slightly at the compliment.

"Do you have any siblings at the school, maybe I know them?" She asks.

I shake my head, "No, just two, but they aren't here. Do you?"

"Unfortunately," she sighs. "I'm a twin, so there's no escaping him. Blaise Zabini." She rolls her eyes. "At least he's not in my house, I think I would get myself expelled if he was. He's a slytherin, which isn't a surprise when you get to know him. He's friends with that kid Malfoy, you've probably seen him around, really tall, platinum blonde."

I definitely know him. I don't really know how I feel about him. He's interesting, that's for sure. He doesn't seem to mean any harm, but there's something about him that throws me off. There's a shipwreck of stories hidden behind the blue waters of his eyes that I can't quite discover.

"So, why'd you transfer?" Quinn asks, bringing me back from my thoughts.

"Oh um, just wasn't a good fit." I say, the awkwardness returning.

"Ok that's codeword for either, you punched or hexed someone, you got expelled or people were arseholes."

I smile, "Uh, kind of a combination of all of them. People were arsholes, which led me to hex someone, which led me to being expelled."

Quinn's eyes widen with surprise and slight wonder, "Wicked."

She stands to unpack her trunk and I follow her lead.

"That was you, wasn't it?" Quinn asks and I look at her confused. "You followed me at the train station this morning!" She explains.

I look at the ground in embarrassment. "Oh yeah, that was me."

She nods, and suddenly a loud meow fills the room.

"Oh my god, Goose." I exclaim and I run over to the forgotten wicker basket.

I lift the lid and out jumps a very annoyed Goose, his fur ruffled in annoyance. He jumps lightly up on my bed, giving me a look that can only be described as a glare, then begins his exploration of the room.

"You have a cat?!" Quinn asks in excitement, "I love cats! Too bad my dim brother went with a cat even though he knew he was slightly allergic. He got the cat, so I had to get an owl." She huffs in annoyance.

I smile, "But an owl's more useful than a cat, and cats can be a pain in the arse sometimes."

She grins, "Yeah, they are so moody all the time. But owls are kind of gross, at least you get a pretty animal. Mine just sits there, dirty feathers and ugly beak."

I fold the shirt I was holding, "I think you're being a bit hard on owls, they have feelings too." I say jokingly.

This warrants a laugh from Quinn and she lifts her hands in mock defeat.

We continue unpacking, chatting about small things but by the end one thing is certain.

Quinn and I are definitely going to be seeing a lot more of each other. 

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Author's Note:

QUINN HAS MY HEART FOREVER AND ALWAYS. ty for coming to my ted talk :)

"Quinn is my child, I love her and if anyone hurts her, I have an axe at my house." ➵ Sophie

Also, I forgot to mention, but yes, Goose is named after the badass cat from Captain Marvel. My two obsessions mixed briefly hehe. 

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 ➵ Natalie

(p.s. Does anyone else have so much trouble spelling the word 'definitely'? My autocorrect must be fed up with me after having to correct me every single time I attempt to spell it.)