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Woonplaats: Ravenclaw Tower
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 Geplaatst: wo jun 29, 2011 20:31
CHAPTER 2
“So, Brittany, do you remember what happens if the Sorting Hat puts you in Hufflepuff?” Santana asked for what felt like the millionth time. She looked at the blonde intensely, holding her breath. This was very important. Although she was fairly certain that she would climb to the top within a second of arriving at the foreign school, she still needed Brittany's support. She would rather eat her wand than admit it, but she didn't want to be separated from her friend for the coming seven years because she'd miss her.
“If the Sorting Hat puts me into Hufflepuff, I will die a slow and painful death that drags on and on and on,” Brittany repeated, stressing each word. A stranger listening in on the conversation between the two young girls would immediately notice how rehearsed the statement sounded.
“And how do you avoid this?” Santana pressed.
“By pleading the Sorting Hat to put me into Slytherin because I feel that's where I belong,” Brittany said in the same monotonous tone.
Santana smiled and beamed. “Very good. It's very important to remember that. Now let's go, my parents are probably waiting for us in the living room so we can leave.”
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The first week of the school year had passed without any incidents, which was practically a miracle. The students from Ohio were known for their tendency to get into fights with each other – especially Santana and Puck knew every crease, blotch and mark on the walls of the hospital wing.
Quinn knew these walls as well as them, but that was because somehow, she always seemed to be the one bringing them in. Quinn and Puck were neighbours in Ohio and when they were 14, they had dated for a few weeks, but quickly realised that it was wrong on too many levels. Quinn and Santana had a special relationship. They loved to hate each other. They would always be bitchy and rude with each other, but they also stuck up for the other if someone else would cross a line with them.
Kurt and Mercedes were sitting in the Hufflepuff Common Room in front of the fireplace.
“I swear, Mercedes – I've died and gone to gay heaven,” Kurt said once again. “Can you actually believe it? We have so many classes with the Ravenclaws and Blaine always wants to sit with me. He told me that he thinks I'm good company. Oh, I cannot wait until we can audition for this Glee club. I hope that Mr Schuester and him will hurry it up a little. Isn't it amazing? Being able to sing and dance and perform?”
Mercedes couldn't help but chuckle at her best friend's glistening eyes. He had fallen for Blaine and he had fallen hard, but then who could blame him? He was exactly the kind of guy Mercedes had always pictured Kurt with.
“Yeah, it'll be great,” she admitted. “I wonder who else is going to join. Rachel Berry, of course.”
“Please,” Kurt rolled his eyes. “As if she needs a Glee club to burst into song randomly. But yes, she will most probably join. And because she will join, so will Jesse because it's frankly disturbing how he follows her around like a lovesick puppy, pretending he's so straight. Once Puck has heard both of them have joined, he'll be there in an instant to pine after Rachel, hiding it by getting into fights over a new girl every week.”
Mercedes was just about to answer when Finn tapped Kurt's shoulder. Kurt turned around and smiled at his ex-crush and current half brother.
“Blaine's waiting for you outside, says he wants to talk to you,” Finn smirked knowingly. Kurt blushed, thanked Finn and did everything he could not to frolic to the entrance of the Common Room. When he reached it, he took a deep breath, quickly rearranged his hair and stepped out of the room.
“Hi!” Kurt smiled widely. Blaine flashed him a smile back, which caused a passing Santana to make gagging sounds – which in turn caused Brittany to say: “Be nice, San.” The boys ignored it.
“Kurt, I have to bring a letter to the Owlery, maybe you can join me and we can talk on the way there?”
“Of course,” Kurt immediately agreed. They started walking and as they ascended the stairs, Kurt pondered out loud: “We should actually have a place at Hogwarts where the Houses can mingle. I love hanging out with the Hufflepuffs, but it'd be nice to spend time with people from other Houses as well. Somewhere relaxing – like a Common Room, but for everyone.”
“That sounds like a great idea! Maybe we could run it by Professor McGonagall. But the Glee club will also have members from all Houses, so that'll be a nice start. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Mr Schuester and I would like some input from a Hogwarts student and he seemed to think you'd be interested in helping us out.”
“Naturally,” Kurt responded. “What are your ideas so far?”
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“It's sickening, just sickening,” Puck nearly spat in disgust and he slumped down in a comfy chair. He kicked some imaginary object and a loud crash sounded. That wasn't a surprise at Hogwarts. He had probably just hit an invisible vase or something. Adina, a girl who was one year younger than them, had a thing for that sh*t.
“What's up?” Sam asked, joining his friend. “Wait – let me guess – you saw Rachel and Jesse?”
Puck glared at him, but said nothing. Quinn, who had overheard the short conversation, joined them. “Aww, poor Puck. Did she break your heart again by holding his hand for a second because she's too short to take the first step of the stairs?” she teased.
Puck was starting to get pissed with his friends. “Who even said this is about Rachel? I don't know what it is with you guys. I mentioned she was hot, like, once, and you won't stop bothering me over it!”
“Yeah, but if you count the amount of times you and Santana have ended up in the hospital wing because she said something offensive about Rachel...” Sam trailed off.
Puck ignored it. “Look, I don't have a thing for Rachel, get it? I kinda like someone else,” he lied through his teeth.
Quinn's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She was fairly certain she would have heard about it before. “Oh yeah? Who is the lucky one?” she asked curiously.
Puck had to think quick. “Brittany,” he said finally. “I didn't want to tell you guys because she's in Slytherin and I know it's pointless because we're in Gryffindor. But she's nice and she's hot. I seriously don't even get how she's there. She should be in Gryffindor for being brave enough to want to be Santana's slave.”
“She's not Santana's slave, you know,” Quinn answered, sounding annoyed. “They're friends.”
“How would you know?” Puck and Sam asked simultaneously.
Quinn blushed. “I just... I brought Brittany to the hospital wing once because her cauldron had exploded and Santana was skipping class, supposedly working out a new Quidditch plan. Anyway, as soon as Santana heard about it, she was there and she was really sweet with Brittany. But you guys have to keep this to yourselves. Santana threatened to kill me if I told anyone and I wouldn't put it past her.”
“Alright,” Sam shrugged. He then looked at Puck again. “You're seriously interested in Brittany?”
Puck felt like he had no choice. He tossed his wand in his hand nonchalantly. “Yeah. I am.”
“Then we'll have to figure out a way for you to ask her out on a date,” Sam said thoughtfully.
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Sue Sylvester's chin rested on the pyramid formed by her hands. She took in the four students before her thoughtfully, absent-mindedly stroking the pack of Howlers on the corner of her desk. The Howlers were meant for slacking students and their parents.
It was eerily quiet in the ridiculously large office. The four students had never dared look around in it, too scared of what they would find. It was well known Sue had a wicked, wicked mind.
“Ladies,” she finally broke the silence, completely ignoring the fact that one of the students was male. “It has come to my attention that a certain professor at this school wants to start a Glee club. The thought alone sickens me to the pit of my very stomach. Of course, the person who came up with this overly ridiculous idea is nobody but our very dearest William. I do not trust that man. I don't trust men who think it is a good idea to spend a year salary on hair products tested on poodles. I don't trust men whose hair could very well serve as an English breakfast kitchen. I do not trust William Schuester, and that is why you will join this Glee club.”
“That sounds exquisite, professor Sylvester,” Rachel beamed. “I can even obtain the position of captain. That way, I will have a certain influence over the proceedings of this club. Also-”
“Shut it, Berry,” Sue interrupted. “I didn't doubt your eagerness. Jesse, I assume you will have no problem joining either?”
“I will gladly join Rachel,” Jesse agreed.
“Then it's you two left,” Sue said, now looking at Santana and Brittany. Brittany looked indifferent, but Santana's scowl was unmistakable.
“Isn't that, like, for losers?” Santana scoffed. “I doubt I'll have time anyway, now that I'm Quidditch captain.”
Sue looked at Santana intently. “I have some very... interesting methods to help you out in that depatment, ms Lopez. Time will be no problem.”
“But a Glee club is lame,” Santana nearly whined.
“You wouldn't want any of my potions accidentally slipping into your Pumpkin juice, would you now, Ms Lopez?” Sue asked in an innocent voice, but with a devilish smirk on her face.
Santana swallowed and backed down. The idea of the possibilities... endless. Just endless. Too scary. “Of course not.”
“You know, San,” Brittany said thoughtfully. “Yesterday, Kurt was talking to Quinn in the library and he mentioned this Glee club. Quinn said she wanted to join because she really likes singing and she's actually pretty good at it.”
“Okay, a) What were you doing in the library? I didn't know you even knew that existed! b) If that bitch thinks she's so much better than everyone else, I'll show her. I'll bet my clit that I'm better than her and we all know how important that body part is to me.”
None of the people in the room were remotely offended by this statement. They were all used to Santana's crass ways. Not even professor Sylvester commented on it.
“So I take that as a yes on your parts, Santana and Brittany?” Sue asked smugly, remembering to take another look at Fabray's latest homework and see if she could fix that grade as a silent thank you. Having Rachel in the club was great, but she'd be too focused on the actual singing. Jesse would be too focused on her. Santana she could trust, completely. Santana and Brittany nodded.
“Excellent. As soon as it's announced, you sign up. I want you to report to me weekly.”
“Yes, professor Sylvester,” the four students said simultaneously before leaving.
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