Some infernal ringing had been going on for a full ten minutes now, Hestia didn’t doubt. She couldn’t pin point were exactly it was coming from. It was strange as if it didn’t belong. She was running a midst luscious green pastures where there was to be no one for miles and yet this ringing persisted. As if it came from the heavens itself. Such an odd ringing too and an annoying one. One might consider it the type a person might use as an alarm. Suddenly Hestia’s brown eyes opened from her slumber in full alert to the comfort of her own bedroom, in her family home.

“Damn it,” she muttered as she jumped from her bed and ran to her closet pulling what was purposefully left in it after packing for school the night before.
“I’m going to be late, she said to herself,” and then screamed to the rest of the house, “Mom are you awake?”

Her mother answered affirmatively and so did her father shortly after, obviously finding the situation their daughter now found herself in rather funny. Parents can’t live with them, but heaven forbid anything should happen to them, she smiled to herself as she flung herself down the steps to the bathroom to have a quick wash before they left.

The whole family was in the car fifteen minutes later on the way to Kings Cross Station, including Ernest, who sat on Hestia’s lap quite content and not a bother in the world. Hestia allowed herself to ease for the moment. She had looked at the clock just before they had left the house. She had made up for the time. There was no doubt she would make the train in time. Besides the train wouldn’t leave without all the pupils inside would it? Hestia knew quite well that it stipulated that you had to be there at exactly 11 am, but surely Dumbledore made some sort of back up plan for those that might not make it. Though Hestia had yet to hear of somebody being late for the Hogwarts Express.

Eventually Hestia could feel the car slowing down and she cam out of trance and looked around. They were at the Train station already. She wondered if her parents had tried talking to her during the drive, by the looks on their face she figured they had but they had figured she had drifted off again. She started moving and Ernest immediately started protesting. He was one fussy tabby. Hestia decided it was best to keep still anyway until the car came to a complete stop so leaned back against the back rest and started stroking Ernest in an attempt to appease him. It wasn’t long before he was purring again, but it wasn’t long before the car came to its stop as well.

Hestia’s mother turned her head so that she could see her daughter.
“Hestia honey, father has to go to the doctor, so will you be ok to make it through the platform yourself?”
Hestia’s face brightened but only for a brief moment.
“Mom I’m sixteen, I’ve been going through that wall for five years now, I think I could manage it on my own.” Then she turned to her father, “He won’t bite, so be good.”

He father was still chuckling when they drove passed her as she pushed the trolley carrying her trunk and Ernest toward platforms nine and ten.
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Moving along Platform Nine and Three Quarters, still pushing the trolley before her Hestia took in everything she saw. She watched a couple of third years playing monkey in the middle with what looked to be a doll and then stood still as she watched the parents saying goodbye to their children. Hestia would have liked her own parents to have been on the Platform saying goodbye to her but she knew the situation and understood the importance of her father having to go to the doctor. Yes she had told them she was sixteen in the car and should be able to do things alone, but the truth was that she would have liked her parents to be here saying goodbye to her like the parents before her. Even if it meant she had to be embarrassed by her mother crying, like she always did.

Deciding it was about time she made her way onto the train Hestia swung the trolley toward it and pushed her way forward. When she was close enough she brought the trolley to a halt and started heaving her trunk and other possessions off the trolley. She was able to get the attention of a seventh year Gryffindor that she coerced into helping her get the belonging onto the train and into the storage. Not wanting to leave Ernest alone she decided to carry him with her in his little case a she made her way in search of a compartment in which she could sit.

Hestia had decided for later to change into her robes. There was no need for her to be in them just yet and as such she would leave putting them on for the last moment. Making her way down the corridor in search of a compartment in which to seat herself Hestia peeped into the window of each compartment in search of one that she could seat in. She didn’t expect that she would find an open one at this time, since she had taken her time in making her way onto the train, but she hoped for at least a compartment with an occupant she could bear being in the company of.

It was as she was peeping into the window of a certain compartment that she came across a familiar face, a face that she could have gone without seeing for the entirety of the whole school year. She stood at the compartment door for some time before she decided that it might seem to the occupant that she was getting attention for a reason that she didn’t quite deserve. The occupant was rather full of herself and believed herself to be better than everyone else and that everyone stood and adored her from afar. So the last thing Hestia wanted to do was to increase that delusional belief. Taking a deep breath she stood straight and pulled the compartment doors open and entered.

“Narcissa,” she smirked, “what a lovely surprise.”
The sarcasm dripped from every word she spoke as she seated herself opposite the blonde and youngest Black.

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"...You have nothing original to think or say, and my mother is a witch by the way.”

"Really?" Narcissa drawled, looking supremely disinterested. "It's hard to tell with people of your social stature."

Hestia sang the same song every time the two of them got together, and the ironic repetition bothered the blonde. According to the Ravenclaw, she was 'unoriginal', a mere mouthpiece for her family and friends. What irked Narcissa was that Hestia was hardly alone in her holding of this belief. All of her life, Narcissa had been treated as an object and an inferior, expected to achieve perfection but belittled by others who were supposedly more cunning. Her parents especially went out of their way to undermine her, claiming that their darling little Cissa was perfect for nothing more than marriage, and even Bellatrix reasoned that she was destined to hang on the arm of some rich pureblood man like a trophy. Maybe Narcissa was all of those things, and maybe she wasn't, but the one concept that Narcissa had managed to grasp at an early age was that no matter how hard she tried, or how successful she was in her endeavors, she would never be seen as anything more than the delicate third-born daughter of the Black family.

"You are unimaginative at the best of times, Jones, as you have proven on more than one occasion. I wonder what it must be like, to be in a position such as yours: sitting across from a pureblood Slytherin, forced by your own inferiority complex to argue and insult when you logically know that you can not win. No matter what you say or how you chose to say it, you'll always be second-class to me, Hestia, and that's never going to change."

Smirking coolly, Narcissa's words were laced with stinging venom, but her heart was only half into them. Hestia's previous insults had hit home, and although she would never allow somebody like the Ravenclaw sitting across from her to comprehend that, she knew that she'd be carrying around this small hurt for the rest of the evening. However, nobody looking at her would have any idea that she'd been effected by a word of Hestia's speech, because as usual, Narcissa was an expert when it came to hiding her emotions. She had to be. After all, who wanted a wife that couldn't control her whimsical moods in front of the dinner guests? Druella had always warned Narcissa not to lose her temper around other people, for as soon as she did so, she gave them control over her, and the one thing that Narcissa hated more than anything else in the world was being out of control.

Looking up, she became aware of a third person entering the compartment, and her nose wrinkled with impending displeasure as her eyes fell on the common-place expression on the intruding redhead's face; it was a Gryffindor, and she could feel her mouth filling up with bile as the shorter girl stumped into the compartment with a frown, immediately ruining what would have been a wonderful chance to intimidate Hestia. Narcissa lifted her nose so high into the air that she seemed to be pointing towards the ceiling with it, and with a huff of absolute disgust, she narrowed her eyes and set her sights on the Gryffindor instead of her previous conquest.

"I see someone who is proud to be in Slytherin."

Narcissa didn't even recognize this girl, although she reasoned that she must be in her fifth or sixth year to assail her with such confidence. How dare that subordinate little no-nothing speak to her in such a brazen fashion? Did she even know who Narcissa was? If only Bellatrix had been here, that Gryffindor would have been on the ground so quickly that she wouldn't have had time to say the word "boo". As it stood, Narcissa had never been able to lower herself to the pettiness of hallway dueling, and so she did not withdraw her wand, although she doubted that she would need it. Narcissa had never required anything more than her own vocabulary and a breath of fresh air to do serious emotional damage, and today would be no different.

"Excuse me, but I do not believe I was speaking to you. No need to ask what house you're in. With an ignorance as astounding as yours, the only two houses that you could possibly belong to are Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, and no Hufflepuff would ever dare to overstep their boundaries as boldly as you just have."

Glaring at the unusually bright-haired girl as she took a seat beside Hestia, Narcissa's obvious disliking of the situation finally showed on her face. She looked as though something extremely unpleasant had just been placed beneath her nose, and she sniffed snootily as Hestia greeted the newcomer. How dare this Gryffindor come into her compartment? How dare either of these two low-blooded simpletons treat her with anything less than unwavering reverence? Narcissa had grown used to being the object of ridicule for most of the Gryffindor house, but she knew that they hated her simply because of jealousy and fear. Who in the wide old world could blame them? Narcissa was gorgeous, rich, and powerful, destined to a greatness that no other student could ever hope to achieve (excluding some of her Slytherin house members), and it was unsurprising to find that most of the other people at Hogwarts hated and envied her because of it.

There will always be people who despise you for being what they can never hope to achieve: pureblood.

Words from Bellatrix's own mouth, and Narcissa could not help but see the truth in them as she stood up abruptly, towering over the two girls across from her. Casting a glare upon them that could have frozen fire it was so cold, she gave a great sniff, tossed back her lovely head of snowy blonde hair, and stalked out, slamming the compartment door shut with a resolute "bang!" that echoed up the train for several seconds before it finally faded, leaving Narcissa to find another compartment on her own in seething silence.

“...your social stature."

What did that little blonde mean by that? What was wrong by her social stature? As far as she was concerned there was nothing wrong with her social stature. She came from a family were everyone had to work. Was there a problem with that? Hestia couldn’t see how there could be, but then of course when you came from a family where the world was given to you on a silver platter she was sure that Narcissa believed that those who had to work to get the broom they always wanted or that quill that turned colours with every touch on the parchment were not to be considered in the same level as her. To be considered below her just like those that didn’t come from a magical heritage. Leave it to Narcissa and her family to consider themselves gods.

Hestia felt it unimportant to even bother responding to such a condescending statement. Those were beliefs that had been drilled into her mind from birth and anything that Hestia had to say wasn’t going to change it. Back and forth squabbling would not change the fact that Hestia was just as good as Narcissa was, even if she believed different. There were some things that couldn’t help someone as stubborn as the likes of Narcissa Black, a person so steadfast in her beliefs, yet someone who hardly knew why she believed them.

“Always be second-class to you?” Hestia found herself repeating Narcissa’s words as she once again felt Narcissa judging her for her family and her status. It was always the case with Narcissa. As unoriginal as she claimed Hestia to be, it was funny how it seemed that everything that came out of the young Black’s mouth seemed to revolve around status and pureblood supremacy and how she was the epitome of it all. All the words that Hestia was certain her family repeated over and over again to the young blonde Black. “I’m just as good as you Narcissa or have you not seen your marks. I’ve achieved better grades than you on a few classes, so were it really matters perhaps you should start considering yourself second-class.”

Watching as Narcissa’s attention went from herself to the girl sitting next to who she had remembered as Grey something or another she was amazed at how quickly Narcissa could change from attacking one person with venomous words to attacking the same person with the same biting edge. It was something that Hestia couldn’t say she possessed. She was capable of holding her own in her verbal lashing but if another person came along it was not so easy to go from bashing the one to go to bashing the next one and then back again to the previous one. This was she believed Narcissa possessed along with most of her companions in the Slytherin house, as if they were trained on how to perfect it down in the dungeons when everybody else slept.

However it seemed as if Narcissa was not in the mood to battle two opponents verbally today. As Narcissa stood, Hestia found her hand wander closer to where her wand was positioned in her robe. She would be ready if Narcissa decided that whatever they were talking about needed to be decided by a duel, though none of the confrontations that Hestia had ever had with Narcissa had ever ended in one. They only ever lashed at each other verbally, but those battles were sometimes just as debilitating as a duel would have been. When the compartment echoed the loud bang of Narcissa leaving the compartment, Hestia turned her attention back to Grey’s.

“I am she. Hestia Jones if anyone ever bothers you for my surname, though I doubt they ever will.” Hestia replied as Gryffindor mentioned her name, and confirmed that she was indeed Grey, though Hestia never doubted herself. Laughing at the comment about Narcissa stinking of Black she continued to confirm Grey’s suspicion. “Narcissa Black, youngest Black and totally devoted to her older sister and the beliefs that both her older sister and her family share on muggleborns and those that do not share their wealthy status.”
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