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[Zilnafa]

OCC: Yeah Dumbledore isn't in this one. Its Headmistresses Hells and Chloe.

Zilnafa shook her head. She was so confused. It wasn't that she was stupid, its just she never heard of half the things the Gryffindor had said.

"What's a principal? Is it like a headmaster?" Zilnafa made a face. "And what's a locker?"

[Lily RainFire]

OOC: oh right right xD Okay. "Professor Dumbledore" "Headmistress Hells or Chloe"

"A principal is like a head hancho. So yeah kind of like a headmistress. And a locker is a storage unit for your belongings."

[Zilnafa]

Zilnafa shook her head. So why was it called a locker? That made no sense what so ever. Suddenly she felt stupid and wondered if this was some type of big joke. Was the Gryffindor just you know playing with her?

"Right." Zilnafa threw a wary side glance at the girl. She looked innocent enough.

[Lily RainFire]

Lily looked confused. "Are you okay?"

[Zilnafa]

Zilnafa smiled slightly. She was just being paranoid. "Yeah of course. just a little overwhelmed. So much new info you know?"

[Lily RainFire]

"Oh, don't I know. But it'll get better; trust me."
A Slytherin trusting a Gryffindor. The feud was silly, Lily knew. But it was up to the Slytherin girl to make the decision.

[Zilnafa]

Zilnafa was beginning to really warm up to this Gryffindor. Sure she was a Gryffindor and she possibly could be sent by the evil Gryffindor ruler to make Zilnafa's life miserable but it it didn't really seem that big of a deal.

"I'm Zlinafa. You can call me Zilly." She leaned across the space and stuck out her hand.

[Lily RainFire]

Lily watched as the girl, Zilly stuck out her hand. Lily wiped her own palm on her robe to make sure it was free of sweat, just in case.

"Zilly. I like it. I'm Lily. Nice to meet you."

[Zilnafa]

Lily was a good name. It fit the girl nicely. Not as ostentatious as a rose but prettier then stinkweed. And that instantly let Zilnafa like the girl even more.

"So what year are you in?"

[Lily RainFire]

"I'm a fifth year." Lily announced proudly, a fifth year wasn't too old or too young. Just right. "Although sometimes I feel like a first year, you know young and kind of dumb? What year are you in?"

[Zilnafa]

Zilnafa knew exactly how Lily felt. All her school work was slipping because her stupid mentor had taught her absolutly nothing. Except the basics and obviously they were getting Zilnafa so far.

"I'm a fifth year too. Thats excellent. O.W.L's are killer huh?'

[Lily RainFire]

Lily tilted her head sideways. "O.W.L.'s? well i wouldn't know, i haven't been to classes much this year."

And she turned a bright red, poorly hiding her embarrassment

[Zilnafa]

Zilnafa began to laugh when Lily started to match her Gryffindor sweater. It wasn't even all that funny. But just seeing the girl turn bright deep red was funny. Then she pictured a Slytherin mathching their colors. And suddenly she was mildly hysterical.

"Sorry." She gasped clutching her sides. "Nothings funny. At all." Giggle. "It's just that..." Laugh. "And I pictured." Another laugh.

[Lily RainFire]

Lily looked confused at Zilly's hysterical outbursts.

"What's so...?" But she stopped and joined Zilly in her fit of laughter.

[Zilnafa]

Zilnafa almost imediatly stopped laughing. Lily was laughing at something she didn't know about. And that along with speaking to one's self and seeing things that aren't really there, is almost a sure-fire sign that you're crazy.

Zilnafa was used to crazy people in her life. Her orphanage mother, a child at the orphanage, her mentor, a few Slytherins. It wasn't like she couldn't handle them. As well as be friends with them. Besides crazy people were more fun.