A Young Girls Love
(authors note: I'm starting this on the first day of school, but she's already at Hogwarst. I forgot how they get there! .)
Vivian Jemimie Scrimgeor-Indigo was in the Gryffindor common room. She was sitting down, on one of the couches. She loved those couches; so warm, so welcoming. They're deep red leather coverings and their well-fluffed cushions. So many of the greatest wizards ever had once sat in those very chesterfields. And maybe someday Vivian would be one of them. Vivian was working on a Transfiguration essay (she still had to do it, even though she was Mrs. McGonagall's favourite student), when Harry Potter came in. His intense green eyes lit up when he saw here and came over to ruffle the liquidous waves of her long cinnamon hair. They were very good friends, closer than Harry was to Ron, and she'd known him since they were five and they took baths together.
"Sit down," she encouraged him, her voice soft and musical as belltones. "Just finished Quidditch practice?"
"Yeah, we're starting early and tryouts were today. You didn't sign up? You're an amazing Seeker." The chiselled lines of his face ((AN: Dan Ratcliffe is SOO hot!)) looked so earnest that Vivian's heart began to flutter, like it always did when he was around. Everyone knew how nervous Harry Potter was, so it was only amater of time before he would get around to asking her out. At least that's what all of Vivian's wonderful friends told her.
"Yeah, I know," she said. "But I don't have time for Quidditch anymore. I get too…distracted." She sighed and looked out the window, onto the brilliant lawns of Hogwarst. Her father constantly told her to cheer up a little but it was difficult when nothing seemed to keep up with you. She moved to fast. Her vivavious green-gray eyes gave it all away. She was ahead of the game and filled with spirit. The way her eyes would twinkle and glimmer whenever she excelled at spells was enchanting but also saddening, for in it you could see the melanchole of never being able to relate. Of always having to wait for someone else to catch up, in which case she had already moved on anyways.
(AN: Chapter TWo is even better!)