Chino Randa A HP Fanfiction ~ Chapter 8

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Chapter 8~ Chino Randa *in the theater* It had been a couple of weeks since Snape had left her with all her school stuff for Hogwarts, the oh so mysterious magic school. All I could really say was that life had gone on. Just now, instead, I also spent a lot of time reading about wizards and magic. I learned lots of theory and a bit of the history of witches and wizards. Some things about Hogwarts, the houses and stuff. From what I had learned, I guessed that I was a muggleborn or a halfblood, most likely. Pureblood wouldn't be very likely. I think I will probably be sorted into Slytherin at least I hoped so from all the houses Slytherin didnt sound too shabby. Currently, I was spread out on two or three old chairs that they had in theaters. They didn't really resemble chairs anymore, but they were still good enough to lay on. Atlas was curled up beside me. To be honest, I was a bit tired and probably a bit malnourished, and Atlas was probably too. In the past few weeks, I have, of course, like normal, gone around London lifting pockets, and I have also read a lot. In the evenings, we (Lacey, Shade, Lucy, Goldie, and Bones) played games to chase away the boredom. Normally, we played with some ratty old cards that we had found or trained some nights. We trained fighting—not any fancy fighting style, just streetfighting, self-defense, fighting with a knife, etc.. .We mainly trained more because we had been preparing for the monthly fights, and I had been the fighter, so I spent a couple more evenings fighting rather than playing or sleeping. In the end, it had been worth it. We ended up winning, and we got some money, which we ended up using for some necessities, and we kept some aside. We always kept some money aside just in case, for example, if someone got sick. I was a bit nervous because today I would go to Hogwarts with whatever was at Platform 9¾. I had packed all my things for school that I had bought, the clothes on my back, Atlas, a couple of small weapons, and a necklace that my friends had given me with R + L + L + G + S + B + C engraved on it, which was in a heart. The necklace had a small picture of us six with Ross when he was alive. The necklace was the only thing that had sentimental value other than Atlas, of course. I love the little furry guy. I looked at the time and went; luckily, the train station wasn't too far away for me. For the first time in years, I actually walked around London without pickpocketing anyone. Atlas played around with my hair, which I had open, falling down my back. I spotted the train station and walked inside with all my school stuff in my trunk that I was rolling with me.