Author's Note:

This story was kind of a "naw you won't write this" challenge. Therefore, I am writing it to prove one of my friends wrong! -lol. I hope you enjoy it.

Quick Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter, that belongs to the wonderful imagination of JK Rowling. I am just playing in it for a bit. The Ansells and Udys I do take full responsibility for though, so please do not use them without asking me, as I am usually more then willing to let others borrow them for a bit. Also, this story includes various characters that are the property of my friends on Snitchseeker.com and I they belong to themselves Chow!

Dedication: This story is dedicated to my muse.you know who you are. Love you!

Also ( and this is the last one before the chappie -lol): * * means thoughts.

Part I ~ Seriously, Muffins

Krel Ansell was sitting on the stairs outside the ballroom. She tugged at the collar of her dark green dress robes for the hundredth time as she wondered once more why her parents had to bring her along to these boring parties every year. *It's not like there's a need for me. I mean, hardly anyone pays attention to someone who barely stands taller then your waist.* She took a sip of her tea and then leaned forward, resting her wrists on her knees.
She watched the people still poring in from the front doors between the posts in the railing. Each time the doors opened snow blew in as if to remind her she couldn't even escape outside for a walk. She looked at her watch and sighed. *Two and a half-hours left 'til.* her thoughts trailed off as she took a sip of her tea, continuing to watch the door through the railing.
*I wonder who's all going to be here this year? Last year it was so boring I.* Something blocked her view bringing her out of her thoughts.
"Sorry dad, I'll be right in. Just needed to get a breath of fresh air." she muttered without thinking.
"Oh, you were not heading in were you? I just came out." Krel blinked and then looked up to notice a boy standing in front of her. A small smile formed on her face as she noticed he looked just as uncomfortable in his blue-gray dress robes. He returned her smile. "Mind if I join you?"
Krel motioned for him to take a seat next to her. As he sat, she held out her hand. "I'm Krel Ansell by the way."
The boy took her hand flashing her a grin. "Onithn. Onithn Udy." He leaned back on his elbows. "Ansell." He said her name as if playing with the word. "The Ansells. Ah yes - from Britain."
Krel sipped her tea, trying not to laugh at his heavy accent. "The Udys from Germany." She put her cup down between them, and clasped her hands together, elbows resting on her knees.
"So.I take it you hate these things as much as I do?" Onithn ran a hand through his dark brown hair.
Still watching the people arrive, Krel shook her head. "Dislike. Hate's a pretty strong word."
Onithn raised an eyebrow. "Pretty intelligent words for a girl your age."
Krel turned and gave him a half smile. "Unusual for a guy your age to notice."
Onithn laughed. "You know, I have been at Durmstrang for two and a half years now, and have yet to meet someone like you." He turned his gaze to the ballroom door as he chuckled. "And to think, I almost did not come."
Krel's interest perked up at the mention of his school. "Durmstrang?"
Onithn leaned forward, elbows on his knees so that he was face to face with her. "Yes, that is my school. Would rather have gone to Hogwarts, but my oma and opa were afraid it was too far away."
"Oma and opa - so you live with your grandparents then?" Onithn nodded. "What happened to your parents, if I may ask?"
Onithn's face lost all emotion, and Krel figured that he was not going to answer. She shrugged inwardly assuming she had overstepped her bounds. But as she searched for a new topic, Onithn spoke one word. "Him." Krel's eyes widened. She didn't need to ask who "he" was. His tone told her. Voldemort. The name didn't scare her. Not much did. The man in the flesh could have possibly been enough to scare her senseless, but a name was nothing to fear.
"I'm sorry to hear that Onithn."
The boy sitting next to her shrugged. "I did not really know them. I was only one when it happened."
Krel picked her tea cup up and took a sip as she did some quick calculations in her head. "So, you're 13 then." Onithn nodded. Krel handed him her teacup and he quickly downed the rest of its contents making a face.
"What was this?"
Krel smiled at him. "Tea with milk."
"Milk?"
Krel laughed. "It's the only way to drink tea!" Onithn chuckled as he handed her back the cup. She put it back down on the stairs between them. "Care to go inside and grab a muffin?"
Onithn looked at her with his coal gray eyes. "A muffin?" Krel smiled as she nodded. "Surely you are not serious?"
Krel threw her hands up. "Why is it nobody ever thinks I'm serious when I ask them if they want a muffin?"
Onithn sat watching her with a small smile on his face. "Well, I think it is because you are talking about muffins."
Krel looked at him with a feigned look of confusion. "And what's wrong with muffins?" Onithn shook his head at her. "I'll take that as 'nothing'." Smiling, she stood up. "Shall we," she asked offing him a hand up.
Ignoring her offered hand, Onithn got to his feet. Brushing off his robes he smiled and then offered her his arm. "I would love to. Although, no muffins. They are not my favorite things in the globe."
Krel laughed. "World. Not your favorite things in the world." Krel took the offered arm, giving him a sly look as they walked down the stairs and into the ballroom. "And we'll see about that."