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RIN's POV
"It's our first year! Gryffindor, here I come!", I say. (A/N Yeah, I know, lamest first line ever. The rest is much better.^-^)
"Yeah, I guess". Violet's statement was less than ecstatic, and I was shocked.
"How are you not freaking out? We are about to learn MAGIC and you sound like you are going to a bloody funeral!"
"Yeah, I am just as excited as you, I just don't want anyone to find out that we are wizards, going to a wizard school right under their noses!" she snaps.
"Oh, that's kind of smart. Why don't you call them muggles?" I ask, slightly mystified.
"It seems mean, I guess, that's our parents you're talking about.", she says, and I have to agree. And, of course, I have to argue. It's just what I do.
"Yeah, I guess, but it isn't, like an insult or anything" I say. She doesn't respond to that, and instead asks another question.
"What time did the ticket say?"
"Um", I have to check in my bag. We are in King's Cross Station, London, Violet (Also known as Vi) and I. I know, crazy for two Calfornia gals who could barely afford the plane trip here. "The train leaves at eleven, platform nine and three-quarters" Wait, what time is it? I check my Sponge-bob watch.
"Shoot, it's already ten-fifty!" We rush around, asking for help finding the platform, to no avail. I'm about to panic, but Violet, being the nearsighted nerd she is, spots a family with red hair and owls with trunks with the word "HOGWARTS" printed across the side. We make our way over, and shift from one foot to the other, not sure what to do. Violet may have the highest IQ in our old school, but I'm the one with all the people skills. When I say all, I mean she doesn't even feel comfortable using a drive-through if she can see the person operating it. The only time she is comfortable with anyone older than her is if they are librarians or other book-and-knowledge related persons. I go over and ask if they can help us get onto the platform.
"Of course, dear, all you have to do is folow us", says the girl a few years older than me, maybe thirteen or fourteen. "I'm Molly, and this is Arthur, Arthur Weasly". He shakes my hand and Violet's, who has come over by this point. We chit-chat for a minute, and they explain that they are third-years, friends since day one. We go after them as they weave through the crowd, my husky, Padfoot, following after with Violet's owl, Athena flying above us. We are supposed to have her in a cage, but Violet is extremely apposed to having any sort of living thing in a cage for any length of time, and frankly, I'm not very keen on the idea either, and besides, the owl seems loyal. The people we have been following walk straight into a wall. Honestly, I'm not even suprised, after going through Diagon Alley and getting our supplies. Violet and I copy them, walking straight through the wall. We emerge onto a gorgeous platform and stand stock still for a few seconds. The people we were following, Molly and Arthur, bid us goodbye and leave, joining some more of their friends. We get on the scarlet steam engine, not knowing what else to do. We find a compartment in the back, thankfully empty, and climb into it just as the train blows its whistle and the kids rush in, shaking the train. The train starts to move, and Violet and I just fangirl for a second, because we are going on A MAGIC TRAIN TO A MAGIC SCHOOL TO LEARN MAGIC!!! Screw dignity. Our fangirling session is cut short, however, when a few admitidly very cute boys boys slide the door back.
"Hey, everywhere else is full, can we join y'all?", asked the one with the glasses and the adorably messy hair. I say yes, but then Violet punches me on the shoulder, though not as hard as she could, that girl is known to leave bruises. I, on the other hand, tend to leave almost-broken bones. She looks at me with her greenish-blue eyes begging me. For what, I have no idea. The boys are outside, getting their stuff.
"Rin, you know I have trouble with people!" I know she does, but she really needs to get over it. I'm not even being harsh, this problem is getting worse and worse every passing year that I'm her only friend, seriously, she needs to get out of her shell before it becomes a critical condition.
"Chill, it will be fine, Violet, here, come sit next to me and hold your book." She does as said and immediatly relaxes, just as the boys come through the door. They sit down across from us, and I take advantage of the oppurtunity to check them out, seeing what vibes they give off, that kind of thing. The one who spoke is cute in a scruffy way, his jet-black hair looking like he just came out of a windstorm. He seems confident, and is constantly playing with a golden ball that flits around, never out of his reach. I can see Violet eyeing the strange object, and I know that she will study, disassemble, and reasemble it to find out how it works and build replicas, along with other projects that I can't even dream of. That is just the way she works, always studying, writing, researching, and otherwise learning as much as she can. If I didn't make her do stuff other than learn and read all day, she would literally have no life outside of books and academia. I look at the second boy next to the one with the flying thing, and give him a bit longer assesment. He is very good-looking, with wavy, shoulder-length brown hair and sparkling black eyes, unlike the first boy's brown ones. He is slightly muscular, suprising for someone who looks our age. He seems to be giving Violet the same sort of asessment I am him. His eyes suddenly shoot to mine, and I drop my gaze in a flush of embaressment. Whoa, embaressment? Not like me at all. He gives me a once over, and he leans back in his seat, still studying us. Huh. Whatever. I focus on the next boy, he seems shyer than the other two. His face is turned towards the window, though we are barely rolling out of the station. He has light-medium brown hair that shadows his eyes just enough so that, with the shadow from the window, I can't see what color his eyes are. He has a book in his hands, similar to Violet. He is thin and slightly haggared-looking, like he didn't get enough sleep for the last few weeks or he just recovered from a mild sickness. Since the silence of the car is getting slightly awkward, I decide to start up a conversation, even though Violet will probably be a bit mad if she has to talk. Violet and the boy next to the window have both opened their books and are reading intently. Aw, that's kind of cute.
"So, is this your first year?", I say, not entirely sure who to aim the question at, so I just go for the long-haired one in the center.
"Yup, first year for all three of us. Why do you have an accent?" Asks the one nearest the door, the one with the flying thing. Wow, straightforward much?
"It's Violet and I's first year as well, and I have an accent because we live in California. To us, you're the one with the accent", I say back, trying to see if he is the type to be easily intimidated. He smirks. Obviously not

"Wow, California is about, what, four thousand miles away? Long swim." I'm about to answer back sassily, but Violet's head snaps up, as it does whenever someone misstates something she thinks is important.
"Actually, it is about five thousand, three hundred and eighteen miles" she says automatically, something she does when she is nervous or confonted by a situation out of her comfort zone, both of which apply to this. She goes back to her book, but she now has the attention of the boy reading. The boy with the flying thing lets whatever it is go a bit too far, and it darts out of the reach of his hand, smacking Violet upside the head and knocking off her glasses. She immediately stiffens, not being able to see an inch in front of her nose without her glasses. After a few seconds of stunned silence, the boy who's fault it was starts apologizing, the one in the middle starts laughing, and Violet waves off all the apologies saying that she's fine and it was just an accident, and starts to search for her glasses, which have fallen under the seat of the boy reading. She would be able to see them no problem if she had her glasses, but without, she wouldn't be able to tell who I, sitting less than a foot away from where she's searching, was. I try to get up and help her, as does the boy who caused the whole thing, but the train shakes so violently that we get knocked back down into our seats. The entire time, the boy by the window- I really need to stop refering to them as boys; I need to learn their names- had been just reading his book, but when his book flies out of his hands, he bends down to pick it up and returns with the book and Violet's glasses.
"Do these belong to anyone?" He asks quietly, holding them out. I take them from him and hand them to Violet, who is still looking in the wrong direction.
"Oh, thank the cheesecake gods!", she says, and all the boys turn to look at her with identical raised eyebrows. She immediately blushes bright scarlet and tells them to forget it, mumbling thanks to the boy by the window. Speaking of...
"Hey, what are your names?" I ask, and learn that the one by the door is named James Potter, the one in the middle is Sirius Black (I had to have him spell it for me), and the one who retrieved Violet's glasses was Remus Lupin. James and Sirius wanted to be adressed as such, while Remus prefered his surname, Lupin. "Well nice to meet you guys, the name's Rin and this is my friend Violet." She puts her hand up and waves a little, then goes back to reading, and I notice that Lupin has as well. Sirius and James are staring at her, apparently shocked that she cares so little.
"How do you two know each other?" he asks after a few moments.
"

We're neighbors, and we've gone to school together since kindergarten." I say, remembering all the times we'd been together, through hard times and good ones. I'm snapped out of my revery by Sirius.
"So, does she always read", he bends down to look at her book, "The Books of life?" he asks, sounding confused. "The Books of life" is a book she put together herself. It's a compilation of all her favorite books, and she's constantly addding more. She has included, in order of favorites (sort of): Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heros of Olympus, Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard, The Thirty-nine Clues and related series, Divergent, Pegasus, Red Queen, Mastering the Art of French Cooking, and Twilight, the last of the list she will only read in an emergency. She has more, but I think they get the idea by this point. The print is so tiny, it's no suprise she has glasses. The pages are bigger than normal pages, and the margines are less than 1/8 of an inch thick. I explain all this to the suprised boys, Violet twitching whenever I say the title of one of her books. Sirius and James seem very suprised, and at first I think that they are wondering how she typed all of that up, until they speak in unison.
"Wait, you mean to say that she reads for fun?", they ask, obviously stupified. Lupin looked up from his book by this point, and is staring at her, not in shock like the other two, but in happy suprise, respect, and is that admiration?
"You have good taste in books, I've read some of those and they are very good.", he says, and the other two stare at him in shock.
"Wait, you've heard of any of those books, even read some?", Sirius asks, and Lupin gives him a face like, "bruh, are you kidding me?".
"I DO read muggle books you know, I've read the whole Percy Jackson series and some of the first Hunger Games, I never got to finish book one." he says, eyeing Vi, who had looked up by this point, admiringly.
"Do you think that maybe, sometime, I could borrow it?" he asks quietly, almost ashamed.
"S-Sure, I have the individual books in my trunk, I have seperate copies with me for all of these, I'll get it for you when we stop, this one is just if I'm traveling and I need them all in one pla- wait, is that the new Bloody Jack?" she asks, her rambling cut short by the question. She staring intently at the book, we both got hooked on the series, but I had the chance to read it and she didn't, so she had been trying to find it to no avail. I got it from the e-library Overdrive, but by the time she got her phone working again after a jerk threw it into the pool we swim at, the loan had already expired and there was a waiting list of over a three hundred people, or roughly six month's worth.
"Yeah", Lupin said, "do you want to borrow it?"
"Oh, yes please, if that's okay!" She blurted, and Lupin smiled.
"When we get to the school, we'll trade, Hunger Games for Bloody Jack." He smiled, and Violet shyly smiled back.
"Are you guys muggle-born? You don't seem to know much about Hogwarts.", asked Sirius, cutting off whatever Violet was about to say.
"Yeah, we are, is that wrong?" I say snappily, not asking and he knows that I know there is nothing wrong with being muggle-born.
"No, of course not, there is nothing wrong with that, we just wanted to see if you'd like us to help you out a bit, that's all." Lupin says, quickly smoothing everything over.
"Well, we don't need your help, and Sirius, go shove a-", I start to retort, but Vi's quick to cut me off.
"Actually, we could use the help, but if it's too much trouble, we can easily just find our way around.", She says, smoothing things over just as quickly and efficiently as Lupin had done previously.
"Oh, it's no problem at all, it would be a pleasure to help out two fine young ladies such yourselves" they all say in unison, which is slightly creepy, but kind of cute. Vi blushes tomato red at the compliment, but I just roll my eyes. If I wasn't there for Violet, she probably would be broke, having given all her money, and probably other things to anyone who asked her or looked sad, her not being able to deny anyone who looked in need of anything. She would do anything to make someone truly sad happy again. Not that she wouldn't be harsh or angry at anyone, she would even vocally/ physically beat down anyone who challenged her for no good reason, or if they messed with her or her friends. She also didn't think about dishonesty as something normal, and it would take a few minutes for her to figure out that someone was insincere if they were subtle or sarcastic . The only one who sounded like he acually meant the compliment was Lupin; the other two were smirking. Violet's eyes were drawn to the fluttering thing James was still playing with, though it had been almost an hour since the train left King's Cross. I tried to look out the window to see where we were, and was astonished to see it still raining. I was about to ask the trio about that, but Violet asked something first, her eyes still glued on the golden object, whatever it was.
"What is that?", she asks James timidly. He laughs and leans closer towards her, offering whatever it was to her, the object resting worn-outedly (is that a word? It should be.) in the palm of his hand, the small grey wings sticking out of either side of its round, metallic gold body.
"It's called a golden snitch, they use it in quidditch, do you want to see it?", he asks, and she slowly takes it from his outstreched hand. She turns it around, studying it, and pulls out the new wand she got with the money the school provided for us. The boys stutter warnings and get up from their seats, but before they can stop her, she's muttered an incantation under her breath, and with a circular flicking motion, she is suddenly holding two snitches. The one she just created flaps its wing excitedly, but she holds it still while returng the original to a very stunned-looking James. All the boys stare at her in shock, and she looks at each of them in turn. Finally, Lupin speaks.
"H-How did you do that?" he says, still stunned. I'm a bit suprised, but Vi had been memorizing her textbooks, so I'm not too shocked. She puts the thing in a pair of socks in the trunk.
"Well, I didn't think it would work, but I wanted to try to make another snitch to see if I can make other things using the same technology." she says, still looking slightly bewildered as they continue to look shocked. "Really, it was only a duplicating charm."
"Okay, first of all, that is a third-year level charm. Second, you two are muggle-born first years. It takes some kids raised in wizarding families days to even partially suceed at a first-year-level charm, and you just completely suceeded on your first try. Third, how did you know what spell, incantation, and wand movement to use without even glancing at a book?" They ask, in the creepy unison, of course, and Vi blushes bright red.
"I didn't know it was third-year, I just thought the charm would come in handy some day." She says, looking down at the floor. "Hey, James what this thing you call quidditch?"I ask so Vi won't pass out and James kinda looks at me dumbly, which is a bit annoying.
"Well, quidditch is a game where you fly on broomsticks; There's two beaters, three chasers, one keeper, and one seeker. The beater protect the other players from bludgers and hit them to the other team. A bludger is a big metal ball that flys around trying to knock players off their broomsticks. The seeker has to catch the snitch, which gives you 150 points. When the snitch is caught, the game's over. The quaffle give you ten points; there's three hoops to throw the quaffle through, and the keeper's job is to try not let the quaffle to get in.", he explains, his voice suddenly becoming excited.
"That's sounds so cool!" I said, forgetting for a moment to be snarky. Honestly, I knew I sounded like I was getting a unicorn for my birthday. Vi didn't seem that excited, but seemed fairly curious.
"Well, I will definatly look into it, doo they have a team at Hogwarts", she asks, and I can already see her lecturing helpless quidditch players on the best angle to throw the ball or something.
"Yeah, they have one for each of the houses, I'm hoping I'll be the seeker!"James said.
"Cool, I kind of want to join the team..maybe I can be a beater!"I said, for some reason, James stared at me like he thought I was joking.Violet saw that too.
"James, I would be careful if I were you.", said Violet, who was looking at me like "Don't get into a fight on the first day Rin!" But my temper got to me.
"Why don't you think I can't be a beater?!", I snapped.
"Rin cal-"
"I am not gonna calm down!"
"Please.."
"No! I swear on the gods of Olym-"
"Anything from the trolley dears?" An old lady came with a cart full of candy, stopping my rant.
"Oh, can have a couple of chocolate frogs?" James asked, and Violet and I looked at each other like, "Did he just say frogs?". James took about ten purple packages with gold writing.
"Six sickles, please.", the woman said, and James handed six of them silver coins about the size of quarters to her.
"Here", he said, handing two of the candies to Violet, Sirius, Lupin, and I.
"You didn't need to-" Violet started to say but James cut her off with a dismisive wave and turned to me.
"Hey, chocolate frogs for peace, okay?" he asked. I nodded and looked at Violet, who nodded encouragingly.
"Look, I got little-" Violet coughed loudly and fakely into her hand. "Okay, a lot carried away, I apologize", I say, and everyone nods their acceptance, James looking greatful, Lupin looking like he wished he was already eating the candy, and Sirius smirking. Of course. I looked down at the package in my hand, then at the boys.
"Hey, I want you to to open yours first, you daredevils." I looked at Vi, who shrugged and opened hers. I was usually the more daring one, but if it came to food, Vi would try almost anything, excluding meat, of course. Did I mention the nutcase was a vegetarian? Inside was, not suprisingly, a frog made of chocolate, and a card. I barely blinked when the frog started to hop around, and smirked at the boy's expressions when Vi cooed and started to stroke the frog. I opened mine, and as I took a bite of the chocolate I looked at the card. I saw the words GODRIC GRYFFINDOR, but didn't have time to read the rest as I caught a glimpse of Vi's shocked expression, complete with tearing eyes. I looked at her questioningly, and she recovered enough to open her mouth, but no words came out. I looked at the other three, but they seemed just as confused as I was. Finally, Vi was able to speak.
"Y-You just bit the head off a LIVE FROG", she screeched, her voice ripping through two octaves and making us wince. She held the chocolate frog to her chest as if it were alive, and I realized she thought it was.
"Chill Vi, it's not a real frog. See, it's made of chocolate", I said, showing her the bitten end of my frog, making her flinch back. Vi had always been the scientific one, and therefore she seemed to be having trouble accepting the fact that magic existed. She seemed to understand, and looked down at her own frog, which was sitting contently on her chest. The boys looked between us, and Sirius burst out laughing.
"Y-You actually thought it was real?", he said incredulously. The other boys looked like they wanted to join in, but Lupin was too polite and James didn't want to rock the boat, I presume. Her eyes are still glistening with tears, but she manages a shaky laugh.
"Well go on, eat it.", says James, and Vi looks at him before shaking her head softly and looking at the frog, which has now crawled to her lap.
"No, I honestly can't eat something that is moving, even if it is just a simple animation charm. Here, does anyone want it?", she says and Lupin gladly accepts it. I look at Vi's card; she got ROWENA RAVENCLAW. Mine, upon closer inspection, has a small, empty picture. Huh? Most of the time, pictures have something in them, or am I just crazy? Maybe both. Vi told me something about Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor, I think they are two of the founders of Hogwarts or some- wait a minute where's my dog?!
"God damn" I accidently say out loud.
"What is Rin-Rin?" Vi asks. Vi only calls me that when she's nervous or thinks something's wrong.
"Have you seen Padfoot?" I ask hurridly, searching for my Husky puppy.
"Padfoot? What's a padfoot?"Sirius asks, and the other two seem to be wondering the same thing. I briefly consider flipping him off and not answering, but he might be able to help.
"He's my dog, a baby Husky with light gray fur and moonbeam-blue eyes."I say, looking under my seat.
"Dog? But I thought you could only get an owl, toad or a cat?", asks Lupin, Sirius looking slightly confused, but helping me search without a question. "Nah, I'm more of a dog person, and you know what they say- rules are made to be broken." I say as I look under Vi's seat, Vi having gone out to check the corridor with James, and Lupin follows after. I conclude that Padfoot must have wandered out the door, and I turn to Sirius.
"I might be gone for a while, tell Vi that if I don't come back, I probably got into a fight and died and that she can have my all my books."
"Stop being dramatic.", he says, smiling.
"Farewell" I say jokingly. I start walking around the train until I hear someone yell.
"Get off me, you mangy mutt!" A boy with white-blond hair is scolding a dog sniffing the hem of his robes. I am not in the least bit surprised to see it's my dog. As I watch, he kicks the poor thing, and Padfoot slinks under a chair, limping slightly.
"Ah heck to the no!" I say, walking to the boy. "Excuse me, but if you don't mind I think you own me an apology, you do not hit other people's dogs right after insulting the poor things." He looks at me, completely disregarding everything I just said.
"And you must be?", he says. He has an annoyingly smooth voice, full of snobbery and malice.
"Rin Baruch", I say, putting my hand out to shake, which he ignores.
"Lucius Malfoy" he says. My dog comes over to me, wagging his tail, and I pick him up. He always enjoys that, and he settles down in my hair, somehow having climbed up to my head while I was talking.
"Nice to meet you Luicius, but I still need an apology, if you please." I say, still trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and simultaneously strangle him with the Force, Darth Vader-style.
"You must not be from around here." Dear god, not this again "Do you have muggle parents? You don't seem to know who's in charge." He says, obviously convinced of his own supposed superiority. I don't pay attention to the last part for a moment, as my ears are still ringing from his earlier taunts. It's one thing to insult my being from Cali or to think he's better than I am, but to think that being a muggle-born is wrong. He just simultaneously insulted all of my family, Vi, my friends back home, and most if not all of my heros.
"Do you have a problem with that? I still want an apology, but I don't think that asses are capable of being apologeti, and you just proved me right, you mother-"
"I don't give apologies to a filthy mud-blood like you!" That's it, he's done it. First with cutting me off and now he has the audacity to call me a mudblood! Even though I don't know what it means, it's obviously an insult.
"Well if you didn't know, Luicius, I don't take kindly to insults, and I really don't want to get in trouble before we get to school."I say, trying to smooth things over like Violet, but I completely failed.
"So what are you going to do about it?" He says, and that smirk makes me see red.
"Well, first of all, this." I punch him right in the face, hitting him square in the nose. I was about to leave with my dog when he shouted "Conjuctivitis!" I fell on the floor. I don't think he did it right, as conjunctivitis is a type of eye infection, but the force still knocked me backward into the luggage racks. "Oww"
"Mudblood!" He shouts, and I hear footsteps from close by. Vi is standing right in front of him, and she has her wand at his throat."Damn" I say, luckily for me, that spell wore off and I start to walk back to my compartment with my dog with my dog when I hear a shout and Vi's footsteps running after me. We start running towards the compartment.
"Hey guys!" I say, taking a seat and picking up Padfoot so he can sleep on my lap.
"Rin, are you okay!?" Vi asks, sounding concerned.
"I'm fine! Really!" I say, hoping to placate her.
"You have a cut on your face that's gushing blood! How do you call that being alright?!"
"Don't know but I'm always right!" I say, wiping away some blood of my face.
"How gave you that anyway?" Sirius asks, cutting off Violet's next rant. Thank you Sirius! He sounds kinda worried, I think, or his voice just sound like that.
"Some guy called Luicius Malfoy and I think he insulted me. Don't know."
"What he call you?" Sirius asks, sounding like he already knew.
"Ummm... think he said mudblood?" All four of them look at me as if I said I was gonna kill a person.
"The nerve of calling a cutie like you that!" Sirius said. I don't know if I should be flattered or not. I just met the guy, but I have to admit, he is pretty cute. Wait, did I just think that? AAAH, go away you stupid teenage hormones! Oh well, I'm probably overthinking it any way.
"So what does it mean?" I ask, trying to distract myself .
"It means dirty blood!" Vi says, and I'm confused on how she knows this, that is, until I remember the dictionary of wizarding lingo she got at Flourish and Blott's in Diagon Alley.
"They say it because our are parents non-magic." Said Vi. "But seriously you need a bandage." Vi said.
"No I don't, I'm fine." I argue. "I fine really, have I ever told you a lie?" I say. "Well, yes, but okay..." Vi says, then changes the subject. "So, are we there yet?" She says, and I automatically look out the window. It is still raining. I remember my earlier question.
"How is it still raining? Is it, like, monsoon season or something?". I vaguely remember that England doesn't have a monsoon season, but after eating a moving frog made of solid chocolate, pretty much anything seems possible to me.
"Um, I don't know about monsoons, but it's rainy like this at least once a week on a normal winter." Vi and I both gasp. (A/N Luna completely made that up, anyone from England or therabouts please correct this in the comments) In Whittier, California where we lived, the average rainfall per year is fourteen inches. In the roughly two-and-a-half hours I've been on the train, it seems to have rained at least that amount, if not more. I remember that London has an average yearly rainfall of about twenty-three inches per year, and that doesn't even count snow or hail.
"We should be at the school in about five minutes, we should probably leave you girls to get dressed." Lupin says. Violet and I are blushing, me slightly and her a lot, while the boys get their robes and leave the car to wait in the corridor. We get dressed as fast as we can, and leave the car, letting the boys in to change. After they come out, we get our trunks, Padfoot and Athena the owl, and all of the extra candy and stuff. We walk off the train onto the platform and follow the shouts of a guy on a boat calling for all the first years. The rain makes us squint, and Violet has to hold onto Lupin and my robes to keep going the right way, as it is impossible to see through the rain spots and fog on her glasses. We get onto the boat, Lupin and I helping Vi find her way down, and we start to move towards a huge, medieval castle looming out of the fog. By the time we reach the opposite shore, all of us are absolutely soaked, with Padfoot shivering and Athena having perched on Violet's arm, too wet to fly.
"I....hate....the...r-rain." Vi said, shivering from the cold, the wet robes must be killing her. I don't get cold easily; the only time I remember being cold was when it was snowing on Mammoth mountain and I was wearing shorts and a tank top.
"I kinda like it! There's more rain here." I say, walking with Vi up the marvelous staircase.
"So listen, if we don't get in to the same house, I'm probably gonna die in the first week." Vi said melodramatically.
"Come on, you'll be fine, I heard that you can sit at any table, so you'll be fine (unless you get kicked out of your house!)." "What was that last part?" She asked, already close to hyperventalation. Sh*t, I meant to say that in my head.
"Nothing, you'll be fine!" I say, trying to act naturally. I look around and see that some kids are very nervous and look like they're about to faint and some kids look like they're excited.
"So guys, what houses you hoping for?" I say to Remus, James, and Sirius.
"My family has always gotten Slytherin, but I'm hoping to get Gryffindor." Sirius says, and a smirk forms before he continues, "I chose Gryffindor because I'm hoping someone like you would be in my house." Sirius says, and I glare at him before noticing that I met a Casanova; the only one I know is myself
"Are you sirius right know?" I ask, smiling evilly, and Vi looks at me like "I've been waiting for you do that."
"Yes, yes I am Sirius. I'm Sirius, he's James, and he's Lupin. How did you forget already?" He said mockingly. James and Vi burst out laughing, while Lupin just face-palmed. The three boys stared at Vi, and after a few seconds Lupin speaks, sounding shaken.
"Wow, until now I haven't realized that we've never heard you really laugh. You and Rin have very different-sounding laughs, but they are both equally beautiful. Do you two do it on purpose?" He said, and if anyone else would have said it, I would have scoffed, rolled my eyes, and possibly flipped them off, depending on my mood. With Lupin, however, I could sense he meant it. He was still staring at Vi, and I could feel a ship coming on. Well damn, Vi hasn't even had a boy look at her like this since... well, ever. I needed to get these two together. I need an evil plan. I start to scheme, but I'm interupted by a stern-looking woman clearing her throat and glaring at the first-years foolish enough to keep talking. She starts to speak, but she only gets through half of the speech before she looked down in confusion.
"Is this someone's toad?" She asked, holding up a large toad.
"Trevor!" someone shouted, and a chubby, lost looking boy ran forward to grab it.
"What is your name, first-year?"
"I-I'm Frank L-Longbottom, sir, I-I mean Ma'am, I-I mean PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" She looks confused, and he runs back into the crowd with a terrified squeak. She shakes her head, she looks like she just been insulted. ''There are four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. The sorting ceremony will determine which house you will be placed in. You will be called in alphabetical order, put on the hat, and join whatever table you want. Students traditionally sit with their house tables, and many do all throughout the year. You will be required to sit with your house until the Sorting concludes, you will be free to mingle when you are told. Please, if you don't have any very close friends or relations, stick with your house table. Your house is your family. You sleep together, take classes together, and most of you eat together." She then leaves the room, leaving us quivering with nerves. We go up on the stage, and the lights blind me. There seem to be hundreds of people wearing colors matching those of the ones around them. I don't here the first two names called, but something breaks through my fog.
"Violet Alpert" I watch as she walks up to the stage, trembling visibly. She looks in our direction, and I try to smile encouragingly, but I can tell it comes out like a grimace. I can't see the boy's expressions, but I pray that they're more helpful than I am. She goes quaking up to the stool, and almost falls off. They place the hat on her head, and it falls to her mouth. After a span of five minutes that fells like hours, the hat shouts out.
"Ravenclaw!" I simultaneously feel like a rock has dropped into my stomach and overwhelming happiness that she does belong here, that this wasn't just a mix-up. We won't be in the same house, but that's okay, we can sit together, and-
"Rin Baruch" What? I wobble up to the stool and sit, slipping the hat over my eyes. A voice speaks in my mind, and, for once, I pay close attention.
"Well, too much of a trouble maker for Hufflepuff, too much of a dumb- ass for Ravenclaw and Slytherin, and just brave enough for GRYFFINDOR!" I can tell the hat shouts the last word out loud, and I pull off the hat and put it on the stool. I shakily walk over to the table cheering and waving, and sit down. The other three boys join me, and we alernate watching the Reapings and watching Vi. The princi-Headmaster stands up and welcomes us and a bunch of other junk, but I can't focus because a huge feast suddenly appears on a table. I hear him give us permission to eat and mingle, and Violet and I immediately look at each other. We both get up to join the other, but are pulled down by fellow faction members. We make a silent promise to the other to meet up after dinner. We fill our plates simultaneously, and I notice that she is having a hard time finding something vegetarian to eat. After dinner, we crash int a hug and start to follow our houses.
"I always knew you were a world-class nerd, this just proved it." I say, and she laughs and shoots back a retort.
"I always knew you were a world-class dare-devil dumbass, this just proved it." All of us laugh, and Vi follows her house around a corner, but not before saying goodnight to us all. I go up through the portrait hole, and pass out on the bed with Padfoot and my trunk in front of it.

So... Hope you liked it, we really like your input, all that jazz. Oh, and I think there is a weird spacing problem, but we have fixed it literally twelve times- Luna counted- and it keeps acting like we did nothing.
6788 words. This is just the first part of the first year, we're not even done with the first year, and it's already three parts and over 12000 words. Took two weeks and six days- yes, Luna counted that too, she is an official, card-carrying nerd. Will edit this at some point. BTW, most standard book pages are 500 words each, so this update is around 13 pages, if I did my math right, which I most likely didn't.