Green Eyes

by bookwormhufflepuff

This is the first chapter of my first ever Fan Fiction story. There is a better title, it just hasn't been thought of yet! Chloe is a student at Hogwarts. With her two best friends Carrie and Alex (based on Carrie Fletcher and Alex Day) have got together Chloe is feeling like a third wheel but learns that a mysterious boy in the year above has more to him than his exterior charm.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I might have well been sat on my own. Things had changed gradually since Carrie and Alex finally got together. i can't pretend I hadn't seen it coming. Don't get me wrong, I was happy for them, over the moon, elated, but that couldn't prevent the constant gap accumulating between us. you see, Carrie's my nonidentical twin, Alex my first unrelated mate in Hogwarts, so together they made up my best friends. I wouldn't trade them for the world. Carrie got the brains and looks of the family with her mane of blonde curls and wit like a true ravenclaw. Most people assumed I was jealous, but I've never been anything but proud. I agree with the muggle scientist I researched last muggle studies lesson: "There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." I believe everything is a miracle, and I, Chloe Anne Fletcher, am perfectly happy to be blessed with a beautiful sister like Carrie, sit back, and watch her shine for the both of us.

So that's why I was sat there, alone at a crowded dinner, watching the world as though through a muggle TV set, and loving every minute of it. Nevertheless, I mustn't forget that I am the third wheel here. But they're so great that they'd put up with me for a lifetime, but I knew I had to step back. I'm a hufflepuff and very proud if my house. We may not be the brightest, the fiercest, but we know what is right, we are loyal to our friends and will defend them like a bee it's nest. We also know when to step back. So I leave silently from the Great Hall feast; it's not like i need to celebrate going home for Christmas anyway. I could be melodramatic and think "no-one noticed me, everyone hates me, I'm invisible" but I know that's not true. No-one in there hated me, they simply had more pressing matters on their minds, and I can't exactly blame them.

As I passed through the long, narrow tables a wound my way out the towering wooden door, I noticed a partially shadowed figure with bronzed hair crouched in the shadow of the stairwell. figuring, like me, that everyone had their own business I ignored him and proceeded up the stairs only to catch my cloaks multiple badges on the banister and stumbling. Hoping my face wasn't entirely red, I yanked hard to release myself and hurried up the stairs with my waist length strawberry hair flying behind me. As I tripped once more, mindlessly forgetting the trip step on the right, I heard a distinct, yet small, sighed chuckle from the stairwell.