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Memories of old friends
November 3rd, 2007 (03:49 pm)
I remember standing waiting for the sorting hat to process my year. For some reason I wasn’t particularly nervous as a lot of students were. I’d met a young witch named Leanne on the train. We’d laughed away the nerves until it was too late to be worried. Especially for myself being a B-name, and therefore quite early in the alphabetical sorting.
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I made my way to the Gryffindor table and then the nerves set in. What if they don’t like me? I hesitated looking for somewhere to sit and I felt someone grip my wrist and I was tugged into a seat next to a red-haired second year.
“Welcome to Hogwarts, little witch.” The red-haired Wizard sitting to my right grins at me wickedly. I bite my lip nervously wondering what he wants.
“We’re the Weasley...” I jump as the person on my left starts talking.
“...twins.” The first wizard finishes the sentence.
I turn between them feeling slightly startled. Yup, they’re twins. Identical twins.
“Fred, George, stop terrorizing her.” A voice booms with good humour from down the table. I look up and my mouth drops open. Oh my...He’s an angel... I think, going bright red.
Fred...or George, I’m not sure which, reaches a hand under my chin, pushing upwards gently, and I close my mouth, shaking the thought from my head.
“We were just being friendly, Charlie!” One of the twins complains with an expression of mock offense.
“You were scaring her.” Another voice pipes up, female this time, standing behind me. She slaps the twins on my right on the arm gently indicating for him to shuffle up and make space. She slides onto the bench between us and turns to smile at me.
“Alicia,” She smiles and I feel myself relax. I like her already. “Muggleborn?”
I nod, wordlessly. I’m never very good talking to strangers.
“How did you know?!” The twin on my left slings his arm around my shoulder, and I immediately turn my attention to my food. “Was it the ‘unicorn in the wand-light’ expression?” He asks, and I feel him tug gently on my hair. Automatically I swat the hand away without thinking, hoping only that he isn’t offended, but he doesn’t take his arm from around my shoulder, so maybe I’m okay still.
“Or the lack of resistance to Charlie’s charm?” The other suggests from Alicia’s other side. The way he says ‘charm’ makes me stop mid-mouthful.
“He...he spelled me?!” I squeak through a mouthful of food, promptly starting to cough as I inhale a pea.
The twin with his arm around my shoulder pats my back until I’ve recovered enough to breathe again, and hands me my goblet of juice.
“Steady there, witchlet.” He says with a grin. I frown; I don’t like being called witchlet just because I’m smaller and younger than he is.
Alicia is not smiling. “Now look what you did.” She snaps at him, placing a reassuring hand on my arm. “No, he didn’t spell you. They just meant charm as in good looks, chivalry,”
“Valour,” adds one twin.
“Charisma,” the other prompts.
Her eyes flash in annoyance at the twins and then turn gentle as she looks back at me. “Not to mention that our Quidditch Captain’s got an ass that’s to die for!” She winks. I can feel myself blushing and hear the twins whoop with laughter. I bow my head over my dinner ignoring their chants. Glancing over at Charlie I can see he's bent over his dinner with as much enthusiasm as I am, his ears going bright red. He must have heard. I glare at the twins and vow revenge...somehow...before returning my attention to my food.
I can’t help but smile. I’m not sure what I’ve got myself into here. For one it looks like I’ve got my first crush, how inconvenient. I hope I get over it soon, especially as something tells me the twins aren’t going to let me forget this night for sometime.
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And they haven’t. The gits. That night is commonly known as the pea-incident. Any reference to it makes me go bright red, and I feel like I’m back at the Gryffindor table in my first year even now nearly 10 years later. Still, Alicia had rescued me several times that night when I felt overwhelmed by the twins’ joie de vivre, and she had become a great friend over the years despite the year’s age gap.
All three of them did really but Alicia was the one who helped me when I was stuck on some homework. The one I could gossip with about my current crush, or relieve tension by bitching about the Slytherins, and Snape...and the Slytherin’s...or Snape or even on one occasion in my first year Percy Weasley, when he'd been responcible for me getting detention with Professor McGonagal. Of course it wasn't the only time I got detention, but Percy never told on me again.
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"You...you WEASEL! I just got out of detention with McGonagal because of you! If you ever tattle on me again..."
Despite Percy (yet another Weasley) being three years older than me he appears to take a step back before regaining his composure. "If you insist on breaking school rules..."
My hand whips out before I realise what I'm doing and Percy has to duck to avoid the book thrown at his head. I jump as it hits the wall behind him with a thud and drops to the floor. If going into the forest got me dentention, attacking another student will get me expelled.
Percy glares at me, his face white and stalks off. Probably to tattle on me again, I sigh. I catch a glance of two more redhaired wizards following him out of the portrait hole and gripping him by an arm each. Why on earth would the twins... Never mind, I've got more important things to worry about now.
"Hey, Katie isn't it?" I turn hearing my name, to see another book being aimed at me. With a yelp my hands shoot up automatically to catch it. I do. "Not bad...if you can control that temper make sure you come to the try-outs at the start of next year. You'd make a fair Chaser."
I've seen enough Quidditch by now to understand how it works. Especially when I go to the practices with Alicia, another Chaser, and Fred and George both Beaters, who are all second years now and able to participate even if, like Alicia who plays in the reserves.
"But I missed him." I argue lamely. By now Oliver Wood, the teams Keeper knows me well enough through Alicia and the twins that I don't mind talking to him, even if I do feel a little nervous. Of course it doesn't help that he's fast becoming my second ever crush after Charlie Weasley.
"Quidditch hoops don't usually duck." He points out, picking up his bags to head to the library. I can't wait to find Alicia and tell her!
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I suddenly realise how much I miss her. I take out a piece of parchment and a quill and begin to write.
I call Quaffle over and tie the note to his leg. I watch as he soars out of my window and disappears into the sky, before turning back to my desk and picking up another of the Cursebreaking books I bought. I was never much of a bookworm at school but these are really interesting. I can’t put them down.
I made my way to the Gryffindor table and then the nerves set in. What if they don’t like me? I hesitated looking for somewhere to sit and I felt someone grip my wrist and I was tugged into a seat next to a red-haired second year.
“Welcome to Hogwarts, little witch.” The red-haired Wizard sitting to my right grins at me wickedly. I bite my lip nervously wondering what he wants.
“We’re the Weasley...” I jump as the person on my left starts talking.
“...twins.” The first wizard finishes the sentence.
I turn between them feeling slightly startled. Yup, they’re twins. Identical twins.
“Fred, George, stop terrorizing her.” A voice booms with good humour from down the table. I look up and my mouth drops open. Oh my...He’s an angel... I think, going bright red.
Fred...or George, I’m not sure which, reaches a hand under my chin, pushing upwards gently, and I close my mouth, shaking the thought from my head.
“We were just being friendly, Charlie!” One of the twins complains with an expression of mock offense.
“You were scaring her.” Another voice pipes up, female this time, standing behind me. She slaps the twins on my right on the arm gently indicating for him to shuffle up and make space. She slides onto the bench between us and turns to smile at me.
“Alicia,” She smiles and I feel myself relax. I like her already. “Muggleborn?”
I nod, wordlessly. I’m never very good talking to strangers.
“How did you know?!” The twin on my left slings his arm around my shoulder, and I immediately turn my attention to my food. “Was it the ‘unicorn in the wand-light’ expression?” He asks, and I feel him tug gently on my hair. Automatically I swat the hand away without thinking, hoping only that he isn’t offended, but he doesn’t take his arm from around my shoulder, so maybe I’m okay still.
“Or the lack of resistance to Charlie’s charm?” The other suggests from Alicia’s other side. The way he says ‘charm’ makes me stop mid-mouthful.
“He...he spelled me?!” I squeak through a mouthful of food, promptly starting to cough as I inhale a pea.
The twin with his arm around my shoulder pats my back until I’ve recovered enough to breathe again, and hands me my goblet of juice.
“Steady there, witchlet.” He says with a grin. I frown; I don’t like being called witchlet just because I’m smaller and younger than he is.
Alicia is not smiling. “Now look what you did.” She snaps at him, placing a reassuring hand on my arm. “No, he didn’t spell you. They just meant charm as in good looks, chivalry,”
“Valour,” adds one twin.
“Charisma,” the other prompts.
Her eyes flash in annoyance at the twins and then turn gentle as she looks back at me. “Not to mention that our Quidditch Captain’s got an ass that’s to die for!” She winks. I can feel myself blushing and hear the twins whoop with laughter. I bow my head over my dinner ignoring their chants. Glancing over at Charlie I can see he's bent over his dinner with as much enthusiasm as I am, his ears going bright red. He must have heard. I glare at the twins and vow revenge...somehow...before returning my attention to my food.
I can’t help but smile. I’m not sure what I’ve got myself into here. For one it looks like I’ve got my first crush, how inconvenient. I hope I get over it soon, especially as something tells me the twins aren’t going to let me forget this night for sometime.
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And they haven’t. The gits. That night is commonly known as the pea-incident. Any reference to it makes me go bright red, and I feel like I’m back at the Gryffindor table in my first year even now nearly 10 years later. Still, Alicia had rescued me several times that night when I felt overwhelmed by the twins’ joie de vivre, and she had become a great friend over the years despite the year’s age gap.
All three of them did really but Alicia was the one who helped me when I was stuck on some homework. The one I could gossip with about my current crush, or relieve tension by bitching about the Slytherins, and Snape...and the Slytherin’s...or Snape or even on one occasion in my first year Percy Weasley, when he'd been responcible for me getting detention with Professor McGonagal. Of course it wasn't the only time I got detention, but Percy never told on me again.
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"You...you WEASEL! I just got out of detention with McGonagal because of you! If you ever tattle on me again..."
Despite Percy (yet another Weasley) being three years older than me he appears to take a step back before regaining his composure. "If you insist on breaking school rules..."
My hand whips out before I realise what I'm doing and Percy has to duck to avoid the book thrown at his head. I jump as it hits the wall behind him with a thud and drops to the floor. If going into the forest got me dentention, attacking another student will get me expelled.
Percy glares at me, his face white and stalks off. Probably to tattle on me again, I sigh. I catch a glance of two more redhaired wizards following him out of the portrait hole and gripping him by an arm each. Why on earth would the twins... Never mind, I've got more important things to worry about now.
"Hey, Katie isn't it?" I turn hearing my name, to see another book being aimed at me. With a yelp my hands shoot up automatically to catch it. I do. "Not bad...if you can control that temper make sure you come to the try-outs at the start of next year. You'd make a fair Chaser."
I've seen enough Quidditch by now to understand how it works. Especially when I go to the practices with Alicia, another Chaser, and Fred and George both Beaters, who are all second years now and able to participate even if, like Alicia who plays in the reserves.
"But I missed him." I argue lamely. By now Oliver Wood, the teams Keeper knows me well enough through Alicia and the twins that I don't mind talking to him, even if I do feel a little nervous. Of course it doesn't help that he's fast becoming my second ever crush after Charlie Weasley.
"Quidditch hoops don't usually duck." He points out, picking up his bags to head to the library. I can't wait to find Alicia and tell her!
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I suddenly realise how much I miss her. I take out a piece of parchment and a quill and begin to write.
I call Quaffle over and tie the note to his leg. I watch as he soars out of my window and disappears into the sky, before turning back to my desk and picking up another of the Cursebreaking books I bought. I was never much of a bookworm at school but these are really interesting. I can’t put them down.
