Hi! This is my first, so enjoy (:
(Oh, and this chapter is only the introduction to how the twins, OC, and Oliver all met.)
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter world. It belongs to J.K Rowling. However, I do own the plot and Verity.
"Stupid, bloody, gigantic, good for nothing trunk!" I muttered after the enormous trunk fell, refusing to be put up on the compartment shelf. I kicked it. It tottered, then landed with a thud. I massaged my foot, and sat down with a sigh, looking hopelessly at my trunk. It was filled with new robes, a ton of books, and a few things from home. In all, it was much heavier than I was.
Because I had just moved to Britain from America when I was nine to spend time with my ill mother, I had barely any friends, and the ones I did have were muggles. So, it was only obvious that I stuck to my mother and father like glue to the platform, too scared to venture off and follow my brother onto the train. My mother rubbed her hand against my back while my father muttered that I was being foolish under his breath. Of course, I'm always being "foolish" to him.
Now I'm in a compartment alone, miles away from either of them, dumbly staring at my trunk. I mentally cursed myself for not being at all assertive and trying to make friends. I put my head in my hands, and stared at the waves in my black hair as I shook my head.
"Erm excuse me?" I looked up. Two ginger twins stood side-by-side in the door way. I immediately felt my eyes flash gold. I willed them to go back to its original violet color, hoping that they hadn't noticed.
"Did you see that? Her eyes turned yellow!" One of the twins whispered. They saw. Well, that blows.
"Yeah?" I asked, looking down at my atrocious trunk. I just wanted to kill it even if it wasn't living. It was an embarrassment at the moment. The trunk was strewn on the floor of the compartment, as if it owned the place. I was just its attendee if it got "too full".
"Well, we were wondering," The right one started.
"-Since everywhere else is full,"
"-If we could,"
"-Y'know "
"-Stay here,"
"-Please?" The left on finished. My eyes turned green. I was jealous; they had each other, while I had no one.
"Yeah, sure!" I smiled. They seemed nice enough, and they had this kind of comforting aura. They easily lifted their trunks onto the shelves, and I just eyed mine. I approached mine cautiously, and tried picking it up, struggling to even turn it upright.
"Do you need help?" The compartment door slid open. My mouth tipped a bit open, and my eyes turned a bright gold.
"Oh dear God." I muttered under my breath. The twins started to chuckle. I shot them an icy look, and they tried harder to suppress their laughs.
The boy in the compartment doorway was older than me, surely by at least a year. He had short, ruffled hair, and looked as if he'd been up since four trying to get his trunk packed. He had dark chocolate eyes, and his face was drawn with general kindness. I smiled gratefully, very aware that my eyes were gleaming gold.
"I-I'd like that." I stammered out. The boy smiled, and heaved my trunk up, and then his.
"I'm Oliver, by the way. Oliver Wood." He had a thick Scottish accent. I shook his hand.
"I'm Verity Love." Oliver and the twins raised their eyebrows. I stared at them, my face getting very hot. My eyes were slowly turning back to violet. "What?"
"'True Love'?" One of the twins asked. "That's your name?"
"Don't ask." I muttered. "It was my father's choice." The air grew awkwardly stuffy. Oliver cleared his throat.
"So, what's your guys' name?" He said cheerfully. A sly smile slid onto their faces.
"Fred and George." They said simultaneously. I grinned. I liked these guys, they had some sense of humor. Oliver stared at them.
"Erm Who's who?" He asked. They stared at him, their smiles growing even larger.
"I'm Fred," The one on the right said.
"-And I'm George Weasley." The left suppressed a laugh. I eyed them carefully, questioning their smiles.
"Blimey, I can hardly tell the difference between you two!" Oliver remarked. One of the twins caught my gaze, and I gave them a slick smile.
"Their lying." I said simply. The twins' faces became shocked. Oliver looked at me in bewilderment.
"How did you know?" George asked. Fred just stared at me.
"A prankster never reveals their secrets, that's how. You just did!" I answered. "Oh, and your smiles. They seemed too cunning." I grinned, satisfied. These twins couldn't fool me, I thought to myself gleefully.
"Well you're a metamorphmagus!" Fred pointed out.
"Thanks for the notice." I replied back sarcastically, changing my hair from black to a deep violet. Oliver just stared at me while I finally transitioned to a dark chocolate brown.
"I've never met one before! You're really a metamorphmagus?" Oliver exclaimed. I nodded, and laughed. "Well, this is certainly interesting!" He had this illusory look on this face, and then snapped back. He cleared his throat.
"Of course," He said in a professional voice. "I need to go see the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. This is his last year." Fred and George stifled a laugh. I bit my lip as to stop my giggles. Oliver stood up sternly, and headed out of the compartment. The twins started laughing, and I grinned. The compartment door slid open quickly again, and Oliver's head popped back in.
"I'm coming back, though! I-I promise." He sputtered before slipping out. Then Fred and George's laughter got really loud. I looked at them
"What's with all the laughing? Honestly?" I asked as I sat back down. Both of the gave me a "seriously?" look. I shrugged. "What?"
"Verity, did you see your face?" Fred asked, highly amused.
"Especially when you were talking to Oliver?" George mused on. I raised my eyebrows.
"Oh, Oliver!" Fred and George mocked me. I smiled and shook my head.
"Oh, Verity, I promise I'm coming back!"
"Oh, would you?"
"-Could you?" They pretended to be love struck.
"I didn't do that!" I said, exasperated, but laughing still.
"Sure you didn't, Verity!" George laughed. "What, do you think he's-"
"Handsome?"
"Charming?"
"Absolutely dashing?" They roared out in laughter. I felt my hair turn long and red. I threw my wand at them, but hit the wall instead. Red sparks emitted from the tip.
"Careful, now. You wouldn't want to break your wand, even before you actually even started school, would you?" Fred bantered, picking up my wand.
"Just give it back, please?" I pouted, and folded my arms.
"Tut, tut. Such an attitude!" George shook his head playfully. I rolled my eyes.
"I said please. Just hand it over!" Fred waved it in my face, but quickly snatched it out of my reach when I tried to grab it.
"You want it back, right?" I saw their eyes twinkle. I glared at the lot of them.
"Yeah." I muttered. Smirks formed on both of their faces.
"Then tell us why your eyes turn yellow, when you look at us, and when you look at Oliver." My jaw dropped, and I narrowed my eyes.
"What's it to ya?" I sneered. The two of them looked at each other, then back to me.
"Well " They both drawled.
"Well, what?" I urged them to go on.
"Our father works in the ministry,"
"-and there's an Auror who's a metamorphmagus."
"She's a dear friend to our mother,"
"-and our mother explained to us one day,"
"-that some things can change with out her control, caused by feelings, or stress." I stared at them, trying to figure out who said what.
"And?" I asked. They exchanged glances.
"What's the 'feeling' behind your yellow eyes, huh, Verity?" They chorused.
"Oh." I groaned. Out of all the things, they had to ask that. I covered my face with my hands. "Why do you want to know that?"
"Because, we already know what's behind green-"
"-Jealousy-"
"-And blue-"
"-Sadness or something like that." George shrugged.
"So we're especially curious about yellow." Fred finished. I sighed.
"Fine, I'll tell you. Yellow means "
"Yes?" The two sang, and leaned in closer. I bit my lip.
"Yellow means I'm attracted to you. Or I think you're good looking." I mumbled. The two began to howl in laughter.
"Fred, did you hear that? She thinks we're attractive!" George reveled. Fred examined his reflection in the window with a silly grin.
"Well, I still think I'm the better looking one." Fred said, bemused.
"Dream on!" I laughed. They raised their eyebrows.
"So, you think George is more attractive?" Fred asked. I tried to stare straight into his eyes with a straight face.
"I never said that." I retorted strongly. "You guys look completely identical." I felt my face get hot.
"But you do think we are attractive, no?" The asked concurrently. I bit my lip.
"I- uhm. Well, I do think-" The compartment door opened, and Oliver slid in. I looked at him, relieved. "Oh, my savior!" I grinned widely, glad to be excused from the twins' question. Oliver stared at me, confused.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing. Don't mind it!" I chirped, and told him to sit down. He shrugged and did so.
"I'm assuming you three are all of the same age," Oliver said, "so, what year are you guys?"
"First," we all answered. He nodded.
"Uhm, what year are you?" I asked timidly. I really hope he wasn't too far ahead.
"Third." He answered with a smile. I smiled back. The twins stared at us.
"Well, I'm positive you guys are going to enjoy your time here. What houses do you guys want to be in?"
"Well, most of our family's been in Gryffindor, so we might just be played in there." Fred said.
"If we didn't make it, then I don't know what would happen " George murmured. Oliver got an excited look on his face.
"Really? I'm in that house! It has a lot of good people in it." He said proudly. "How about you, Verity?"
"I'm not sure actually. My mum's been placed in Ravenclaw when she went, and my father was placed in Slytherin My brother's in Hufflepuff right now." I said scratching my head. "I haven't got a clue were I'm going to be placed."
"Well, maybe you'll be placed in Gryffindor with me, since, you know, it seems like your family's been on a rotation all round, and the only house they haven't got is Gryffindor." Oliver smiled at me. I tried laughing off how nervous I was.
"Yeah, I guess!"
I strolled into the Great Hall, the twins on either side of me. I looked nervously around me, gasping in awe as I gazed up at the ceiling. Stars glittered brightly, and dark clouds rolled by ever so quickly.
"Enjoying yourself, are you?" The twins asked simultaneously. Startled, I jumped about ten feet into the air, and felt my hair change into a honey yellow. Realizing it was them, I rolled my eyes, and jabbed them each with my elbows. I heard whispers coming from all around my as I turned my hair into long, soft, brown curls.
"Ouch!" I smiled smugly.
Once the line stopped, I stretched my neck to see an old, mangled hat with a rip near the brim. My eyes widened in shock as it began to recite a poem.
"It talks?" I asked George. He nodded slowly, and kept on staring at it. Figuring that it would useless to try asking them anymore questions, I looked at it, until a tall, stern lady named McGonagall began calling names. As the hat was placed on each student's head, it began shouting which house they were to be sorted in. A fluttering in my stomach started as my name got closer and closer to being called.
"Love, Verity!" I smiled nervously at the twins, and gave my most confident walk up to the stool. I sat down, and closed my eyes as I felt the hat placed on my head. I was shocked to hear a voice speaking into my ear.
"Hm, So your brother, Will, is in Hufflepuff?" I nodded ever so slightly. "But you want to be placed elsewhere? A metamorphmagus, are you?" I thought of all the times I had changed my appearance lately as he mentioned that. I dug my fingernails deeper into the stool. "You seem to have a very prudent mind, but you also act very childish at times. You are clever and cunning, intelligent in many ways." I bit my lip. "Well, it better be-!" I closed my eyes tightly. The voice stopped immediately.
"Ah! So, you don't want to be placed in Hufflepuff, or Slytherin? Ravenclaw would do so well for you, also. But I see that you have already made friends? Very well GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindor table burst into cheers, as I stood up abruptly and handed the hat to Professor McGonagall, who gave me a modest smile. I made my way and sat next to Oliver.
"Blimey, the hat took a while on you. I have never seen it take that long!" A red head across from me said. I recognized a bit of him in Fred and George. He stuck out his hang. "I'm Percy, by the way." I shook it.
"Verity." I answered, and turned to Oliver who gave me a pat on the back.
"See, I told you you'd be in Gryffindor!" I smiled and laughed.
"You didn't tell me anything, you merely just gave that I have the chance to be in Gryffindor!" Oliver laughed and shrugged.
"Well "
"Wait, shh! My brothers are being sorted!" Percy waved out voices away. I grinned as the twins both came to us. The shared the same gigantic smiled I had.
"Well, We're just one big happy family now, aren't we?" They said together as the practically crushed me against Oliver to squeeze in. I glared at them, and they batted their lashes at me. I laughed, and rolled my eyes.
"You two are absolutely ridiculous!" I giggled.
"Don't we know that?"
