Memo: Hey! This is my first story so please don't kill me if you think its not that great.
I also don't have any pairings as of yet. I'm going to but there's so many people to choose from. Yeah, lame i know. If you have any suggestions I'll be happy to hear them! Neville is sooo neglected so i needed to add him in the mix.
Neville Longbottom quickly ran down the hallway, his robes blowing from his fast pace. No one had ever seen the boy run the fast in his entire life. He was not one for physical labor, although he did seem to be thinning down.
He smiled when he spoke the password breathlessly, skidding to a halt when most of his friends were sprawled out in the common room, the bright golden colors shining from the sun filled window.
A letter was held firmly in his hand, the writing barely visible from behind his fingers. His friends looked up at the shy boy, watching him huff loudly.
"Are you alright mate?" Seamus Finnegan asked, his Irish accent thick in his speech, as he looked up from the wizard's chess he was playing with Dean Thomas. When he looked up, he hadn't noticed Dean's glance before switching a few select pieces on the board, smirking lightly.
Neville nodded furiously. "Just got a letter." He said, waving the piece of parchment in the air, scanning it with his eyes once more.
"And?" Hermione Granger asked her nose still placed within her latest book.
"My cousin is coming!" he cheered, hugging the letter close to his chest. He hadn't noticed each odd glance that was passed between the group.
"Is there some kind of incest in your family?" Seamus asked as Ron Weasley choked on the jelly bean that he had just popped into his mouth, toasted marshmallow to be exact. Hermione gasped quietly as she shot Seamus a glance.
"Of course not!" Neville yelled, placing his hands in front of him as a defensive move. "She's just like my best friend." He explained, watching his friends' look relieved.
"So she?" Dean asked, his pieces attacking Seamus's in a quick move, rendering him defenseless. "What the bloody hell?!" Seamus cursed, examining his ruined black queen. Dean just shrugged as Seamus continued to banter.
"Yeah. Her name is Alana. She's really cool." He explained. As he said this, the boys all got the same idea in their heads. She was a girl and they were hormonal teenagers. Everyone one of them cut their thoughts when they realized whose cousin it was.
They hated to say it, but they didn't expect the girl to look all that good if she was a Longbottom.
"She sounds brilliant." Hermione said, rolling her eyes at each dazed boy. Would they ever learn? She was probably the only one who had been paying attention to Neville's rant. "When is she coming?"
"This weekend!" he said like a giddy school girl. Ron quirked an eyebrow. "Are you sure there's no incest?"
"Ronald please!" Hermione pleaded, slamming her book shut after placing a small paper bookmark in it.
Ron cringed at his full name but nodded nonetheless. He knew n
ot to get on the wrong side of Hermione. She had a good right hook, that's all he knew and that was enough.
Alana smiled broadly as she finished the letter to her favorite cousin, Neville. She was off to Hogwarts for her 5th year. She had to admit she was slightly nervous, but her cousin would be there.
All her life, she had gone to a witchcraft school in the States and her mother suddenly wanted her to transfer. She wasn't sure exactly why, but she knew better to question things.
All the questions would bring was more questions. Her parents were always the secretive type, especially after her aunt and uncle.
She blinked back the tears threatening to drop from her brown eyes before turning to her snow owl, Cespenar, clasping the letter tightly within its claw. "Have fun." She cooed, petting the white bird on the head while it nipped her lightly.
In one quick swoop, Cespenar was in flight, the wind catching its feathers, ruffling them like a wave as he flew.
She closed her window to shield herself from the chilling night air. She plopped down on her soft bed, smoothing the comforter with her slim fingers. So many thoughts ran through her head. Would people like her? Would she get in the same house as Neville? Would she get homesick?
She sighed lightly, trying to push everything from her mind. "It will be fine." She reassured herself with her American accent with a hint of English.
Alana crawled under the covers, wrapping the blanket tightly around her small frame, tracing the small patterns with her finger.
She already said her goodbyes to her friends, but she still felt a little empty. Her friends had been by her side for 6 years when she moved here when she was nine years old. Leaving them was like leaving her support system behind. She would even go so bold as to saying she was losing a piece of herself.
She laughed at her depressed state. There was no reason to be upset. She was getting a fresh start with new people. She could always make new friends. That was her last thought as she closed her eyes and her breathing slowed.
Every Longbottom seemed to have the same trait: optimism.