I guess this is just a story about Padma and Parvati. I'm not sure where it's going, but I think it'll just be about their years at Hogwarts. It might just be first year, but if I feel like continuing it, I will.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling, except for the ones I made up. (I bet you can guess which are which.)

Um, sorry for the first time I uploaded. It forgot to save when I was done typing this.
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"Paaaaaaadamaaaa!" I shriek, turning up the volume on my radio.

She runs in, clutching our pretty kitty, Jazz.

"Whaaat?" She drops Jazz on my bed, where she crawls into my suitcase and gets comfortable on top of piles of clothes, surveying us haughtily.

"It's your faaavorite song!"

"OMIGOD IT IS!"

So in her incredibly off-key voice, she begins to belt out the words to "Wannabe" along with the Spice Girls.

"GOTTA GET WITH MY FRIEEEENDSSS..."

We dance around my room, jumping on my bed (bugging Jazz) and tripping over the piles of clothes on the floor.

Padma and I twirl, bumping hips and wiggling our butts. We absolutely suck at dancing, but we love it to death.

When the song is over, we giggle uncontrollably and fall backwards, narrowly missing Jazz who scoots out of our way, meowing.

"Muuuum!" I yell.

"Hmmm?" she asks quietly, coming up the stairs to my room. Mum is a very calm person. She's not loud, like Padma and I.

"Do they have muggle radio stations there?" We already know they don't have electricity, which totally sucks.

"At Hogwarts, she means," Padma puts in.

"I don't think so."

I turn to Padma in horror. "But how will we listen to music?"

"I suppose you can bring your mp3 players, but you'll need chargers that don't work on electricity," Mum says calmly.

"Do they even make those?" I shriek.

"Battery powered chargers?" Padma asks, scrunching up her nose. "I think Sheila has one..."

"Well, let's ask her!"

"Girls, you need to pack!" Mum tells us, but we're already out the door and down the stairs.

"BYE!" we yell.

Padma and I both ring Sheila's doorbell several times, jumping up and down on her porch.

Sheila's 13-year-old brother, Mark, opens the door. We shove past him (I scream "sorry" because he is too cute, and I wouldn't want him hating me while I was gone) and up the stairs to Sheila's room.

"SHEEEEEEILAAAAA!"

She looks up. "Didn't you guys already leave?" she asks, confused.

"NO! We're leaving tomorrow, REMEMBER?" I say at the same time Padma says, "Yes, we already left. That's why we're HERE!"

Sheila looks confused still. "We came for your battery powered charger! We're taking it with us to... um... boarding school!"

"But I like my charger!"

"We like it more!"

"But it's mine!"

"You can't deny us a parting gift!" Padma says.

"Yes, I can!"

"But Sheila..." I say, pouting. "They don't have... er... the right kind of electricity there, and we need music."

Sheila's eyes go wide. "Here!" she says, pulling it out of a drawer. "You'll need lots of batteries, but I guess I can send you some every few months."

"WE LOVE YOU, SHEILA!" Padma and I cry, jumping on her.

She shoves us off of her.

"We'll see you tonight, Sheeeeila! We've got to paaack!" Padma yells, and we sprint off back through her house.

"BYE, MARK!" I scream as we pass him watching TV. He turns to wave, and I smile sweetly before Padma yanks me out the door.

"Are you gonna tell him you like him before we leave?" she asks.

"NO!" I shriek. "Of course not! He's THIRTEEN, Padma! I'm ELEVEN!"

"So?"

I stick my tongue out. "Anyway, it would be weird, because we wouldn't see each other for EVER! And Hogwarts might have cute guys, too. I want-"

"Options."

We grin, then scamper up the stairs to finish packing.

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I am debating whether to pack my black sandals or my brown espadrilles, when Padma runs in again, this time carrying a plastic bag full of her jewelry.

"Which one?" I ask, holding up the shoes.

"Just pack both." She rummages through my bag, find where I put my necklaces and bracelets, then dumps her bag along with mine.

"Hey!"

"But I don't have any more room in my bag..." she moans.

"Fine," I say, but she's already on to the next thing.

"When's Sheila coming?"

"An hour. Are you almost done?"

"Yes..." she replies, knowing I mean done with packing. That's what twins do. We know without saying. "Do they have a suitcase limit there?"

"I dunno... maybe."

"MUUUUUM!" yells Padma.

Mum is in the next room, and she comes in, carrying a basket of laundry. "Here, girls. What is it?" She sets the basket on the floor.

"How much are we allowed to bring?"

"Suitcases," I add.

"You should only need one or two..."

"Um, but my clothes don't fit!"

"How many?"

"Four..."

"And you?" Mum turns on me.

"Er... three, working on the fourth."

"What are you girls packing?"

We stare at her incredulously. "Everything!"

"We'll be there all year!"

"Who knows what we'll need?"

She sighs, and slowly begins to take things out of my suitcase, the one strictly for skirts and dresses. I watch in horror as she takes out my favorite hot pink skirt... and then my brand new blue halter dress... and then my short denim skirt.

"Muuuuuuum!" I wail as she pulls out a whole stack of clothes. "What am I supposed to wear?"

"You'll do the same to every other suitcase. You, too, Padma." She smiles softly. "What is it with you girls and clothes? How much do you need?"

"A lot!" we say at the same time.

"There are uniforms, remember?" Mum tells us. "Remember, we bought them from Diagon Alley?"

"But... I didn't think we'd actually..." says Padma, close to tears.

"Have to wear them!" I finish with a yelp.

"You do, and you will."

Padma and I think for awhile, wondering if there is a loophole in this.

"Accessories and shoes!" we both cry. "Are there rules on that?"

Mum sighs. "I suppose not. But please, girls, don't overdo it."

We smile at each other, now that we know it's not so bad.

"I'll give you each a trunk. The limit of things you can bring is that, and a backpack."

Even though we are slightly disappointed in the lack of packing space, we each grab a suitcase full of clothes and dump it out on my bed.

Mum returns in a few minutes, lugging two large trunks. We grin, and immediately dump the shoe suitcase inside.

Mum puts her hands on her hips. "Uniforms? Cauldrons? Schoolbooks? Where are they going to go?"

"Can't you put a small spell on it or something?" Padma whines.

Mum shakes her head, pursing her lips.

We sigh and run to my closet to pull out our supplies, and try to arrange it to take up the least amount of space in our trunks.

Mum leaves, to go order the pizza for dinner.

We arrange and rearrange, trying new ways each time. By the time we're done, the cauldron, which takes up half the space, is on one side, and the books are stacked against it. Our uniforms are underneath, and our scales and other supplies are shoved around the books. Our bags of makeup, nail polish, and jewelry are squished next to the supplies. We fit in underwear, socks, pajamas, and a few other outfits, too.

The rest of the space is for shoes. We figure out that by filling the cauldron full of platform sneakers, chunky sandals, and clogs saves a lot of our limited space, and in the small area next to it our jewelry, we stash strappy sandals, espadrilles, and tennis shoes.

Our backpacks have our wands, a few pairs of ballet flats, and emergency outfits, just in case. In the smallest pockets, we stuff hair ribbons, clips, ties, and headbands.

We click the trunks shut, and carry them down together, one at a time. Mum tells us to put them in the closet near the back door, so we do.

We hear a car pull in the driveway, and run outside to meet Dad, who is back from work.

"DADDDDY!" we yell. He hugs us hello, and we tell him we're having pizza for dinner.

Daddy is more like us, excited about everything. He is a muggle, but he married Mum even though he knew she was a witch, and we think that is so sweet.

We help him drag his briefcase inside and set it on the floor.

The doorbell rings, and we scream "PIZZA!" at the top of our lungs. Padma runs to open the door. She signs for it (Mum already tipped and paid on her credit card) and grabs the two boxes with the salad on top.

I grab our large pizza with pepperoni and the movies we rented, while Padma gets our sleeping bags from upstairs. We drop them in the basement and are setting up plates when Sheila runs down and hugs us.

"SHEEEEILA!" we cry.

"PARVATI AND PADMA!" she yells back.

We are going to have soooo much fun tonight...

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