AN: This is going to be a series of drabbles. For shiftingful's perspectives challenge. They are all going to be from the point of view of the Gryffindor Fire.
Fireside Fighters
1 - Hope
I survey the room of children, usually laughing, studying, eating…
They are a bedraggled bunch.
Someone else is gazing around to, eyes glowing with compassion-fuelled anger.
He stands. 'Gryffindor,' he calls, long and loud, penetrating the lurking tension. 'I feel that, as it is now halfway through the term, we ought to have… have a party.' He trailed off, watching as the crowd looked at him in confusion. There was a long, awkward silence.
'I agree.' He looked down gratefully, where a girl with curly brown hair is standing, her dark-skinned friend rising to join her. 'These firsties haven't experienced a true Gryffindor party yet.'
'Thanks Lavender,' he says. 'So, erm, what do you all think.'
Two boys with mousy brown hair, obviously brothers, glance at one another before starting up a long loud cheer. The rest of the house joins in, tentative at first, and then a roaring, lingering wave of noise.
When the cheering dies, the boy speaks again, with much more confidence than before. 'Anyone got any food?'
'Leave that to me! Fred and George didn't let me come back to school without a little bit of crucial knowledge,' says a girl with flame-hair. 'C'mon Demelza,' she mutters to the girl next to her.
'Hey Neville,' shouts a boy with a strong Irish accent. 'I don't know whether this will help, but I might just happen to have some firewhiskey up in the dorm.'
Neville's face lights up, 'how the hell did you manage that?'
'What you don't know, can't hurt you,' he says with an cheeky grin.