Chapter 1 – Chocolate Frogs and Disturbing Secrets
First fanfic ever :3
Please review, I'd like to know what people think.
Set in the future, after Voldemort is defeated.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for my OCs.
As the train puffed away from the platform, Celeste heaved a sigh of relief; she was glad to get away from her strict parents in their foreboding mansion. Twirling her wand between her fingers, she then turned to her companion, a fair-skinned girl who was giggling at something on her Chocolate Frog card.
"Hey, Celeste, look at this. 'Alberta Moonil, famous beater of the Holyhead Harpies, best known for knocking out a fully grown troll with just her bare hands, and a beater's stick.' With her bare hands! No wonder the Harpies are doing so great this season, with that giant of a woman on their team." Megan giggled, obviously finding this very amusing. Peering over to the card, Celeste stifled a laugh – the woman was twice the size of her, and had a very ferocious grimace on her face. Sitting back down, she sighed, glad to be back with her best friend. They made quite a famous pair, both troublemakers, both very clever, and both most devious in their plans. Of course, this was the quality of mostly all Slytherins – apart from Rolfe Zabini, who seemed to lack brains and the ambition to do anything.
"So. What are we going to do this year, Celeste?"
"Dunno, maybe we could add a twist to the usual. Instead of framing the stupid Gryffindors for blowing up a toilet, we could frame them for breaking into our common room. Not that they're ever bright enough to do that." Celeste suggested with a wicked smirk. To her surprise, Megan frowned, furrowing her eyebrows. Leaning back against the chair, she avoided Celeste's eyes and started toying with a bit of hair. This could not mean anything good.
"Megan. Megan…" Celeste repeated Megan's name, and with each call, Megan's face turned redder, and her gaze dropped. Finally, with a very small voice, she whispered something in Celeste's ear, which caused Celeste to spring out of her seat, and widen her eyes to a point that they might have popped out of their sockets.
"You…James P-p-potter…what…WHAT? HAS THE WORLD GONE MAD? UGH!" Throwing her arms up in disgust, Celeste stormed out of the compartment and raced along the corridor, nearly crashing into several frightened first-years. Stopping to catch her breath, she rubbed a spot on her forehead, a habit she always had when she started to have a headache. How could she have let this happen to her friend? Falling for a Gryffindor is bad enough, but seriously – James Potter? The stupid, arrogant idiot of Gryffindor? She had to think of a plan to break them apart – she couldn't let this happen to her friend.
Well, that was my first piece of work. Please review! :)