I Hope You Dance |Marauders Era| |Year One| {Info}
Chapter 2 : I Hope You Dance |Marauders Era| |Year One| {Chapter One: The Letters}
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Chapter One: The Letters
Ariel’s POV
“James,” I said. “Do you hear that? You know. The sound of owl wings flapping?”
He grinned at me the instant he heard that. Was it finally our letters? It had better be. We’d been waiting forever. It’s sheer torture, let me tell you that. I mean, come on. What eleven year old witch or wizard wouldn’t want their letter of acceptance? Our parents had enrolled us in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and we’d been waiting for those damned letters for a VERY VERY LONG TIME. We dashed towards James’ bedroom window and glanced outside. True enough, there were two sandy-brown owls flying towards us. We opened them.
Now, I’ll take this time to tell you about myself. I’m fairly short, and look really small next to my best friend, Sophia. I met her in a muggle school, which had quite a few witches there. Anyway, we had been best friends since Primary Four. She’s really tall, with shortish curly brown hair and blue highlights. Her eyes change according to her mood, but they’re mainly a bright hazel. She’s really artistic, but can be a bit…violent. Ah well. She’s still nice. Anyway, she enjoys reading, doodling, dreaming and poking me. Oh, and calling me a cornflake. Yeah, I don’t get it either, she says I look like one. I call her Soph, or Sophie. Look, now I’m talking about her instead of me. Might as well continue. Soph has a younger brother, Andres. She’s really loyal to her friends, a little bit blur, but good at her lessons, even if she doesn’t try. Like me. She hates makeup, likes TY toys, loves the computer and, well, stuff. She can sing really well too. Lily Evans, who is a muggleborn, is her cousin. Now on to me!
I am, as I said just now, short. My eyes are bright bluey-green. I have layered bright brown hair with blonde highlights that change according to my mood, like Sophia’s eyes. I have a nice figure already. Oh yeah. My pink Ipod can be seen in my ears during Herbology, because I’m advanced in that. I’m good at my studies without trying, so yeah. I’m quite pretty, and I know it. So much for modesty. I love dancing, singing, annoying James and Soph, and have a strange obsession with cheese. I eat chocolate to keep me even more hyper than I already am. Did I tell you that? Well, I’m really hyper. I enjoy pranking people, just like James, and I have a vicious temper. If I get too angry with someone, they won’t know what hit them. I slapped someone’s face because he said that I was an “effing biotch”. I’m an animagus, as is Sophia. She’s a cat, I’m a wolf. James doesn’t know about it, so don’t tell him, okay? It’s a secret. You see, one of my to-be classmates, Remus Lupin, is a werewolf. Sophia and I have been training with Professor McGonagall for three years to help him. He’s a really nice guy, just too shy. Anyway, I know that guys like me. That can be both good and bad.
James is my older brother. By five minutes. He’s my twin, if you guessed right. He likes lemon drops. That was random. Okay, he has messy pitch black hair that sticks out EVERYWHERE, no matter how well he brushes it, and he constantly runs his hands through it because he thinks it makes him look cool. It doesn’t, trust me on that. He’s, of course, very protective of me. Whenever he thinks there’s trouble, he’ll push me half-way behind him. It’s annoying sometimes, but I feel loved. His eyes are a warm, chocolatety brown. I like mine better. He’s really close to me. Close than anything sealed with super-mega glue. He’s like me, naturally smart without trying, but however, not short. Okay, now we can go back to the story.
“MUM! DAD!” we yelled in unison and raced through the house like twin tornadoes. They were in the kitchen, my mum making pancakes, and my dad reading the papers. “Our letters came! Finally!”
“That’s nice, dears.” Mum said, “Why don’t you show your Dad, and eat some pancakes! We can go shopping on Wednesday, okay?” She was happy for us, we could hear it in her voice.
“Dears, I’m so happy! Now, get into Gryffindor, okay? Keep on the family tradition. But, no pressure.” Dad said.
We grinned and dug into out pancakes. I love pancakes. Anyway, I shall now tell you about my muggle school. You see, in my school there are at least ten witches in each class. But here’s the catch. Only five from each can get into their wizard school. It sucks, because you’d get really worrid and stuff. I mean, all the time, your DREAMING about this great magical school, but in the end, might not get to go. At the beginning of each year, two girls from each class are confirmed a place, no matter what. This year, I was one of them! YAY! There’s this really irritating girl, Melissa, who likes nothing more than to talk behind peoples backs. We all hate her, even though she wants to be popular. Hah! She can continue wishing. She has, like, what, two friends? Please. She thinks she’s all that just because she’s a Pureblood. Like that matters! She’s not even pretty, but she thinks she is. She thinks se’s prettier than me. Like real! She told me I was ugly, and I just burst out laughing, ‘cause if I’m ugly, then she got rolled over by a car twice on her face. Too bad she got selected to go to Hogwarts too. Ugh. Kill me, please. We all ready know she’s gonna be in Slytherin. Apparently, she doesn’t think so. But oh well. I hope she gets rolled over by the train. Stupid annoyance.
Sophia’s POV
I bit my pen until the ink spurted all over my face.
“Darn it!” I cursed loudly. That just had to happen! I hate it when it does. Then I heard a faint squawk. Was it…… I hoped it was. I immediately ran to the window ledge. It was! Finally, an owl had come with my letter! I wonder if Ariel and James got theirs. Hmmm.
“MUM! ITS HERE!” I yelled. I didn’t feel like moving. My mother would come up anyway. True enough, she was in my room in about twenty seconds.
“You got your letter, Sophia? That’s fantastic! We’ll go to buy things on Wednesday. It’ll be fun.”
“Yeah, it will! I’m so happy!”
“That’s great, darling. I am so—Sophie, what happened to your face? Why is there blue ink splattered all over it? What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“Sure. Just go clean off your face.”
“Fine.”
So I went to clean my face. You might be wondering who Ariel and James are. What? Ariel told you? She said I was violent?! The nerve! Well, to be truthful, I can be, but just a little. Well. So. I love apple juice! By the way, Ariel is a cornflake. She’s edible, I tell you. EDIBLE! Bah. Anyway, I guess I owl her now. Yeah, her and James. And Remus. Poor Remus. Betcha Ariel told you about that, eh? She did? Ok, I win the bet. Pay up Andres!
Andres: Damn.
Heh. Maybe I’ll be in Gryffindor. That’s where I wanna go. Yeah. So now I’ll owl Remus.
Remus’ POV
I sat on my bed, reading. I like reading. It’s how I escape reality. Which completely sucks. Did you know that? Bet you didn’t. Ariel told you? Trust her to. Yeah. I got my letter today. I can’t wait to go! I can make friends who will accept me because they don’t know. Hopefully they never will. Then they’ll abandon me. I used too have a lot of friends. Before it. It’s so unfair. But life never is fair. And we all live with it. So yeah. I guess I’ll see Ariel and Sophia on Wednesday. And Ariel’s twin. I’ll meet other people too! Maybe I’ll make some friends. Just maybe, they won’t know. Maybe……
Sirius’ POV
My letter came today. Not that anyone cared at all. I wish my family wasn’t so horrible. Life absolutely sucks! But when I get to school, it’ll be an escape from hell. I won’t be in Slytherin, I know I won’t. On Wednesday, I’ll go shopping for school supplies. By myself. My parents gave my one hundred Galleons to spend. It’s a lot, I know. But they can’t be bothered with me, so they give me this. Better than nothing, I guess. I wish they weren’t evil. Being a Black isn’t fun at all. I hate it! I loathe it. I’m a Pureblood. Not that I give a freaking crap. But hey, who ever said live was fair. But in school, it’ll be different. I’ll have non-evil friends. I’ll finally be free….
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