Triplicity (a hogwarts story) 1

Chapter 2; winter fun.

The girls made their way from their respective dorms to the great hall, each with a mixture of nerves and excitement as to what their new school was going to be like. Aveline dressed in her Slytherin green, hair in a neat bun looking smart and serious with the exception of a liberal amount of black eyeliner and mascara making her look intimidating and yet also drawing attention to how pretty her eyes could be. Arwenna in Gryffindor red, hair in cute pigtails and school skirt rolled up short wearing bright pink mascara making her lashes look like little spiky butterflies. Marion wearing sober Ravenclaw blue, hair squashed into a messy scrunched bun, a pencil jammed in there absent-mindedly. They met up in the corridor and exchanged greetings and hugs before parting to sit with their separate houses. “Why are you talking to a Slytherin?” asked a rather well-developed first year girl, accusingly. “It’s my sister, why?” she replied indignantly. “Oh, soz. My names Jordan Price by the way.” She said. “Arwenna Lovell,” she replied, shaking hands. “Don’t we share a dorm?” Jordan asked. “I didn’t notice, sorry. I was too excited to talk to anyone last night.” She answered, piling her plate with bacon, sausages, egg, beans, black pudding and toast. “Hungry?” asked a black haired boy with glasses, goggling at the plate in front of her. “Oh. My. God. You’re Harry Potter!” screamed Arwenna. “Um, yeah.” Said Harry, nursing his deafened ear. “I’m Arwenna. Sorry, but you’re famous.” “Don’t worry about it.” Harry replied, “This is Ron and Hermione.” “Hi,” she waved to them. “This is Jordan,” she gestured to her new friend.”Hi.” she said simply. “So, your sister ended up in Slytherin, eh?” said Ron, his mouth full of toast,”Sorry to hear about that.” “She’s still my sister, and contrary to what you might think, she’s not actually evil.” Arwenna defended. “Hello again,” said Fred as he and George sat opposite grabbing some toast and juice. “How are you coping?” asked George. “I don’t understand.” She replied looking puzzled. “Being separated from Aveline,” he went on. “I can’t imagine being split up from George. We’ve always been together.” “Well, we have our own rooms at home so it’s not much different.” She said simply and went back to demolishing her breakfast.

The first term went by quickly and without much event, except the troll at Halloween and as no one was hurt the school went back to normal quickly. The Lovell Twins were both highly miffed at Harry being chosen for the house team, as they were both exceptional flyers themselves. Arwenna soon forgot her jealousy though when Gryffindor beat Slytherin, which she made sure her sister wasn’t going to forget in a hurry. In fact, she only stopped gloating when Aveline threatened to make her eat Harry’s Nimbus 2000 twig by twig, a threat she knew her sister would have no problem putting into practice.

December came, bringing snow and high spirits across the school. Even Aveline, who was normally so cool, calm and reserved managed to get excited, and even a little giddy. She and Arwenna were skipping along through the snowy grounds, dodging the Weasley twins’ enchanted snowballs, with massive grins on their faces. “What’s got you two so excited?” asked Marion as she joined them in the courtyard. “It’ll be our birthdays soon,” squealed Arwenna.”Yep, prezzies and parties,” said Aveline, smiling widely. “Don’t you mean birth-day, not –days?” replied Marion. “No, Aveline’s is on the 22nd, mine’s the 21st,” Replied Arwenna. “You see we were each born either side of midnight.” “Yeah, it means we get separate parties and cakes,” added Aveline, who had just pelted George back with a massive snowball and was hiding behind Marion for shelter. “Are you going home for the holidays?” she asked the twins. “I don’t think so,” said Aveline. “Come on, the chance to roam the castle with no classes, no homework and best of all no Malfoy!” she finished. “He’s in your house, what’s the problem? I thought only the Gryffindors hated him?” Marion asked. “Well he’s been a jerk to me since the train in September, so I’m damn well going to be a cow back,” she snapped with loathing. “I reckon he likes you!” teased Arwenna. “Oh, please,” said Aveline derisively. Marion just giggled at this but when she was sure Aveline couldn’t hear her she whispered to Arwenna. “I bet you’re right. And I think she likes him!” They made their way into the Great Hall, which had just been decorated for Xmas. “Wow!” the three girls exclaimed in unison. “Hey Av, you feeling alright?” asked Fred who had just escaped Filch after pelting him with 40 snowballs at once. “Why?” she asked puzzled. “Because my dear, you are in danger of becoming the smiliest Slytherin in Hogwarts history,” he replied chuckling. “It’s my birthday soon, then Xmas. I’m allowed to be happy,” she replied. “Anyway what’s it to you, Weasley?” she snapped, pretending to be mean, but smirking so he knew she was joking. “Nothing. Just be careful,” he said smiling. “Associating with Gryffindors, muggleborns and blood traitors, Slytherin will kick you out!” he joked back, walking off towards the Gryffindor table for lunch. “Just so long as they don’t transfer me to Hufflepuff!” she shouted back as she took her place on the Slytherin table, chuckling. “The ginger freak is right, you’re bringing shame on the noble house of Slytherin!” growled Malfoy across the table. “Oh go and boil your head ya big mummy’s boy,” she snapped back at him. She flicked a pea at him which hit him right between the eyes, causing her friends, Daphne Greengrass and Carina Finnbarr, to giggle at him. “I suppose you approve of her associating with blood traitors and mudbloods,” he snapped at them. “Sod off Malfoy. You don’t scare me,” she spat and continued with her lunch. He just tutted at her and continued to shoot her disapproving glances across the table. Meanwhile, Marion had finished her lunch and went over to the Gryffindor table to sit with the Weasley twins. “Are you two staying for Xmas too?” she asked “Yep, mum and dad are going to stay with Charlie.” “I wish I was going with them,” she said, “I love dragons.” “So does Aveline, she’s obsessed,” said Arwenna. “Harry’s staying too,” she added, trying to sound casual. “Is he now?” Marion asked with a knowing look. “What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Arwenna suspiciously. “Come on, you’re totally obsessed,” replied Marion. “Am not,” defended Arwenna, “we’re mates, that’s all. I’m just glad all my friends will at my party.” ”Yeah, whatever,” answered Marion, unconvinced as she left the table.

“Jingle bells, Potter smells, Malfoy’s gone away. Birthday fun, Hols’ begun, Hip hip hip hooray!” sang Aveline, skipping down a deserted corridor. “Oi, leave Harry alone,” called Arwenna from a few paces behind. “Ha, no!” laughed Aveline, “besides, I’m not getting drawn into an argument. It’s your party tonight, mine tomorrow.” “Where’s Marion anyway?” asked Arwenna. “I haven’t seen her all day.” Aveline replied. “I’m here!” she shouted as she jumped out at them from behind a tapestry. She started to laugh when she saw they jumped a foot in the air. “Don’t do that!”Aveline snapped, giving her a trademark evil look. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” she giggled “happy birthday!” she said handing Arwenna a card and a box. “You can open the card now but leave the present till the party,” she warned. “You are joking!” said Aveline “She’s not getting mine till the party or she’d open it.” “Trust me you want to leave this one till the party.” warned Marion. “Ok, I promise,” sighed Arwenna, as she opened her card. It was bright pink and sang “Happy Birthday” when you opened it. “Cool, thanks” she said, hugging her friend.

After dinner in the great hall, Arwenna, Aveline, Marion and Katie made their way to the Fat Lady. “I’ve never been in here before,” said Aveline. “I don’t think any Slytherin ever has,” replied her twin as they walked through the portrait hole. “Oi, they’re not Gryffindors!” shouted Ron as they crowded into the common room. “Well done Weasley, you can recognise colours. What next, counting to ten?” taunted Aveline. “Av, be nice,” chided Arwenna. “Come on Ron, It’s my birthday,” she wheedled. “Leave them Ron. I’m sure they’ll be ok,” said Harry to keep the peace. “Thanks Harry,” said Arwenna, blushing. “Yeah, thanks Potter. I guess you’re not so bad after all,” said Aveline. “Wow, I suppose that’s high praise from a Slytherin,” laughed Harry. “That’s high praise coming from her anyway,” said Arwenna, “ok, present time!” and she dove on the pile of brightly wrapped parcels. She was right to save Marion’s present till the party. As she opened it, pink glitter and streamers burst out of the box, covering everyone. “Wow, thanks,” she screamed, pulling her friend into a death squeeze. “Need... Air!” she gasped. “Look in the box,” she said when Arwenna released her. Inside was a pink, fluffy and sparkly toy sheep that trotted around the table baah-ing at people. “Here is mine,” said Aveline, passing her a largish box that turned out to be full of sweets and chocolate. Hermione was at home for the holidays but had got her a new quill made from a pink fwooper feather. Katie gave her some sparkly pink hair things. Jordan, who had also gone home for Xmas left her some chocolate frogs and a blue eye-shadow. “Sorry, we forgot,” admitted Ron and Harry. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, “Mum and Dad will have got me loads anyway.” She wasn’t joking. There was a huge pile of gifts from their parents and other family. Ron put the wireless on and some people started dancing while Arwenna opened them. Pretty soon they were all boogied out and feeling sick from devouring most of the cache of sweets. “Ok, we’d all best get back to our dorms,” yawned Aveline. “Don’t forget. Same thing tomorrow night in the dungeons!” she called back. “I’ve got the whole common room to myself. I’m the only one staying.”

She wasn’t lying. As Arwenna, Marion and Katie crept warily after Aveline through the secret hole in the wall, they saw the common room was deserted. “Hey, let’s get some tunes on!” she called from one of the leather sofas. They put some music on and started bopping around the room. Aveline had an equally good pile of gifts to her twin, but without the barrage of pink and glitter. Marion brought her a pair of silver spider earrings, which she loved. “Argh, don’t come near me wearing them,” said Arwenna, frightened. She had brought some jelly snakes as a joke present and some black eyeliner and mascara as a real one. Katie had got her chocolate fudge. The Weasley twins had sent a few bottles of butterbeer as a gesture. Soon the girls were all a bit tipsy and giddy, jumping around on the couches and singing along at the top of their lungs. “Right guys, sorry but it’s 9.00, time to go.” Aveline said regaining clarity. “Oh, do we have to?” moaned Arwenna. “Yes, unless you want to come face to face with an angry Snape.” She replied. “Yikes, I’m off,” squeaked Katie, and they left, giggling. Marion tried desperately to keep them quiet. “No booze at my party,” she said exasperated, “no matter what Fred and George say.”