Hey everyone! This is Katie/KT/Tonx14
This is my first story on though I've been hanging around here for awhile (read; 2 years)
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Quiches and Hogs, KT
Intriducing in this chapter drumroll Timid!Katie Bell, Kind!George, GravityProne!Fred, Angsty!Angelina, PlotDriver!Alicia and SomewhatUseless!Lee. YAY!
Why I Love George Weasley (or How Katie Bell Stopped Being Good)
Chapter 1: The Train Ride of Liberation
I guess I could say this all started on my first train ride to Hogwarts. I was much different then. The Katie Bell that boarded the Hogwarts Express was a stitch of a thing in two identical auburn braids and a fearful expression.
I nervously twisted my left braid around my fingers as I handed my trunk to a red cap and fearfully boarded the train. And that's when I met him. Not many people can say their "White Knight" swept them off their feet and literally mean it, but I can. As I walked up the steps, I was knocked down by a 2nd year boy behind me.
"Blimey Fred, can't you watch were you're going?" the red-headed boy said.
"Sorry George couldn't see on account of your fat arse." said the other boy with a smile. I stared. They were identical. They must be twins.
"Language boys," warned a plump red-haired witch who obviously must be their mother. The one called George who knocked me down, turned at me and smiled.
"Apologies miss. My brother and the ground are very good friends, they're always meeting up with each other." I giggled. The other twin popped over George's shoulder.
"Ah, but my brother has no manners to speak of. I am Fred, and this is my brother George. We're Weasleys. Doubtless you've heard of us, eh?" I shake my head.
"I'm a Muggleborn." Fred opens his mouth to respond when they both get hit over the head by their mother's handbags.
"Get moving! You're holding up the line!" Simultaneously, both the boys lift me by my forearms and half carry me down the corridor. Fred (or was it George?) kicked open a compartment door and the two deposited me inside.
I look around the compartment. Besides the twins, there's a tall Hispanic girl, a dark boy in dreadlocks, a slim, brown girl. I shrink. They all must be 2nd years. They're going to kill me.
"Ah what have the Weasley twins brought us?" says the boy in dreads. He has very white teeth.
George replies, "Lee, be nice.'Tis a first year I reckon. She's- Blimey, what's your name?"
"Katie Bell" I say very quietly, my eyes on the floor. I am in the presence of upperclassmen after all.
The Hispanic girl rises and walks over to me smiling.
"It's very nice to meet you Katie. I'm Alicia. You're in good hands with those two." She nods to the twins. The brown girl scoffs.
"Ah, Angelina you're not still mad at me over that event at the Closing Ball? Come on, new year, new-"
"Pranks?" the girl asked, rising to her feet and sneering, her arms crossed. "How are you going to humiliate me in front of Oliver Wood this year? This being the year for tryouts, you'll have no end of opportune moments."
"Actually, I've been doing some thinking over the summer," He pulled her by the elbow back town to her seat and leaned over the arm, "I've decided I-"
He was cut off as the Hogwarts Express lurched to a start with a scream of a whistle. I was thrown off balance and nearly collided with George who was leaning nonchalantly against the glass compartment door. He caught me and I breathed him in for the few seconds I was near him. He smelled of outdoors and crackling smokiness of magic and the unidentifiable smell of boy. I glanced up at him, embarrassed at having smelled his jumper. He grinned, an expression I would, in a future life, dub "The Weasley Grin". I stumbled over to an empty seat by Alicia. She smiles at me knowingly. She knows I smelled him. She knows I liked it. George crashed into the seat next to me and leans with his elbows on his knees and talks to Lee across the compartment. He is sitting next to Fred who is still in a heated discussion with Angelina who at the moment was staring out the window sulking.
"Do you like Quidditch?" Alicia asks. I shrug.
"What's that?" I ask, feeling stupid.
At that moment, a hush falls over the cabin. Now I feel really stupid.
"You mean you've never played?" asks Angelina.
"You mean you've never watched?" asks Lee.
"You mean you've never learned the game?" asks Fred.
"Oh stuff it, the lot of you. She's a Muggleborn!" snapped George, coming to my rescue. A wave of gratitude swept over me.
"Oh." They all said unanimously and looked pointedly at Alicia.
"Fine, ask the 'smart girl' to explain it.
Ok Quidditch, first of all, is a game played on broomsticks. They're not Muggle conceptions of broomsticks but I'll get to that. It played with in an oval shaped pitch that's got 3 hoops set up on sticks at each end. The object of the game is to catch the Golden Snitch."
"What's that?" I ask.
"It's little gold ball with wings that flies around crazy fast. It's the Seeker job to catch it." Anticipating my next question, Alicia says, "I'll get to the Seeker's job later. In addition to the Snitch, there's a red ball called the Quaffle and two iron balls called Bludgers. These particular balls are magiked to fly around and knock the players off their brooms"
"Wow…" I say, my eyes probably the size of saucers.
'Ok you got that so far?" Alicia asks kindly. I nod. George elbowed me and nodded.
"So there are 7 players on each team. There is a Keeper, three Chasers, two Beaters and the Seeker.
The Keeper and Chasers deal with the Quaffle. The Keepers guards the goal hoops. The Chasers uses the Quaffle to score in the opponents' goal hoops. Each score is worth 10 points. The Seeker's only job is to catch the Golden Snitch. Catching the Snitch ends the game. The team whose Seeker catches the Snitch earns 150 points-"
"So they win?" I interrupted.
"Nope," says George. I turn my head quickly to look at him. By accident I smacked him in the face with my braid. "Whoa, watch it there Kates! I didn't ask to get whipped!"
"Aww...poor Georgie, I thought you were a tough guy." I say with a smile. George grins.
"I am tough." He says with fake defense. Alicia lets out a 'Tsk!' and continues,
"So anyway, the Beaters' job is to hit the Bludgers with bats away from their team and towards the other team."
"Wow. That sounds amazing. Can I join?" I ask eagerly. Fred smiled and leaned across the compartment.
"Sorry kid you gotta be a 2nd year. But you should learn to fly really well this year so you'll be amazing at tryouts."
"So you lot going to try out?" I ask anticipating the answer.
"Beaters" say Fred and George at the same time.
"Chasers" say Alicia and Angelina.
"Keeper" says Lee.
"Fat chance" says Angelina. "Oliver Wood's got tenure. He's was Keeper last year."
"Blimey, what is it with you and Oliver? You're his personal fangirl." says Fred.
"Yeah, her and the rest of the second and third years." Adds George.
"Oh shut it you two." snaps Angelina half-heartedly.
"We should probably change into our school uniforms," says Lee checking his watch, "We'll be there soon."
"Yeah…" mutters George.
"You lot better clear out" says Alicia to the boys as Angelina prods the boys out the compartment and pulling the curtains.
"So you guys are Gryffindors right?" I ask as we remove out Muggle clothes and change into our school robes.
"Yep!" chirps Angelina, the happiest I've seen her since I met her. She and Fred must really be at odds. As Alicia pulled on her knee socks she chants,
"Go, Go, Gryffindor! Go, Go, Gryffindor!!" Angelina dances barefoot as Alicia makes a beat with her hands and feet. I laugh. Angelina pulls me into the dance and we start bobbing, dancing, and finally collapsing into laughter. This was the beginning of Katie Bell breaking out of her shell.
A knock broke us from our laughter. George stuck his head in with his eyes tightly closed.
"Are you all decent?"
"We're dressed but we're still working on decency." I say hoping to impress the other girls. It works. They howl with laughter.
"Yeah, yeah" says George as Fred and Lee burst into the room.
"Out!" yells Lee and we rush out giggling at out alleged indecency. We roam the corridors for about 5 minutes until George grabs me from behind and lifts me in the air. I squeal and laugh. He looks rather handsome in his Gryffindor school tie. He puts me down and we follow him back into the compartment.
As we all pile into the compartment I noticed a plump witch making her way down the corridor with a trolley loaded with sweets. George, who some how managed to get behind me, whispers,
"Excellent! The candy trolley! Get your money ready!" We go into the carriage and make the announcement. Lee suggests the six of us pool our finances and buy the lot. As the others go into their bags and pockets bringing up money I just learned to be Galleons, Sickles and Knuts, I shamefully open my change purse and produce 3 Sickles and a Knut. It was the only change I managed to intercept from my mother when we went shopping in Diagon Alley. As Lee passed his pointed hat around to me, I looked inside it. It was already nicely filled with gold and silver. I dumped my meager change in and looked down at my folded hands. George put a hand on my shoulder.
"Don't feel bad. Me 'an George, we save up all summer for The Trolley Lady. No one told you. You couldn't have known. This is what the LJHF is for."
'The LJHF?" I ask, feeling a little better.
"The Lee Jordan Hat Fund" says George deadly serious. I break out laughing. There's a knock on the compartment door. The plump witch opens it and asks,
"Anything off the trolley, dears?" Lee dumps the contents of the LJHF onto the lady's cart.
"We'll take a bit of everything please." He says. The witch produced a large bag and fills it to the brim with all sorts of brightly colored candies, flashy boxes and crinkling cellophane. We all thank her and she shuts the compartment door and wheels her cart down the corridor.
"All right everyone, gather 'round," instructs Lee. We all sit on the floor as Lee turns the bag upside down and candy rains down on us. As the others go for their particular favorites, George says,
"I'll grab you a bit of everything. Wizarding candy is a million times better then your Muggle stuff." He carefully selects two or three of each kind and dumps them in my skirt lap. I open a box marked 'Chocolate Frogs'. Inside is a little frog made out of solid chocolate. In a very Weasley way, I bit the head off and studied the card that came with it. It depicted some wizard I had never heard of and was about to crumple it up when Fred caught my hand.
"You don't want to be doing that." He said
"Right, that's the whole reason for the frogs" added George.
"To collect the cards"
"And have 'em all!"
"Oh" I say and pocket the card.
The rest of the train ride was punctuated by the six of us enjoying the effects of the different sweets. George had gone to the loo so no one had warned me about 'Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans" and had nearly gagged on the pepper flavored one.
"Cheer up," Alicia said, who was sharing a box of them with me, "at least you didn't get a vomit flavored one." She popped one in her mouth and gagged. "Ugh. I did." The compartment exploded with laughter.
Eventually the train screeched to a halt at the darkened Hogsmeade platform. I made to follow Fred, George, Lee, Angelina and Alicia but Lee told me that I was supposed to o with the other first years towards a giant of a man who introduced himself as Hagrid. I turned and waved to the others but they had all disappeared into the throng of students.
What happened next was very much a blur. We followed the man down to a lake where we all got in boats. The boats magically floated us across the lake. And that's when I saw it. Hogwarts Castle. I looked at it and thought, 'I am home.'
Sorting was another blur of light, color and sound. I spent the whole time before praying I would get into Gryffindor and be able to be friends with George and the rest.
When I realized we'd be going in alphabetical order, I cursed my last name. All too quickly the stern witch who was introduced as Professor McGonagall called "Bell, Katie". I stumbled forward out of line and sat on the stool. The woman placed the tattered old hat on my head and waited. The hat shifted around on my head and spoke in my ear.
"Hmm…made friends in Gryffindor already I see…you're every clever, you could go to Ravenclaw…no, I see good things for you in Gryffindor, friends, a love, success and happiness. It will be difficult you know. There is much rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin…It would be a shame to see you caught in the fray. Well, keep that head of you shoulders as you go to GRYFFINDOR!"
The hall cheered as I hurried down to the Gryffindor table. Angelina, Fred, Lee, Alicia and George mobbed me walking down and suffocated me in hugs.
"Your one of us now!" roared Fred happily trying to be heard over the din of the whole long table cheering for their new addition. We sat down, Lee, George and I on one side, Alicia, Angelina, and Fred across from us. I hadn't noticed who I was sitting next to on my right, but Angelina did. She tried to get my attention but eventually he introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm Oliver Wood," he said. He was Scottish and very handsome. Obviously a third year. He smiled at me, "Welcome to Gryffindor." I offered up an almost inaudible 'Hi' before he turned back to face the Head Table to watch the rest of the sorting. I caught Alicia and Angelina's eyes. We all let out a little squeal. I mouthed a 'He's SO cute' to Angelina who replied 'Not cute, gorgeous' Alicia rolls her eyes and mouths, "He's a third year and WAY out of our leagues." Angelina and I roll our eyes. Fred is sulkily watching the Sorting. I think he has a crush on Angelina and is jealous of Oliver.
Finally the Sorting is over and the Headmaster makes his speech. I immediately have respect for the old man. Dumbledore gives a few announcements and finally is finished. Food magically appears and the six of us feast and laugh and I completely forget Oliver Wood was right next to me.
As the meal ended out, the crew and I got up to go to our dorms. As I tried to step over the bench I tripped and bumped into Oliver. I apologized like crazy but he, in 3rd year coolness, simply said,
"That's quite alright. But I hope you're less clumsy on a broom, you've got the build of a Chaser. You ought to try out next year." He flashed a grin and then ran off with his almost-as-cool friends. Angelina and Alicia immediately appeared at my elbows.
"Oh my gods, you're SO lucky!" Alicia said, positively vibrating with excitement.
"What? Why?" I ask, feeling confused and for some reason giddy.
"Oliver Wood TOTALLY checked you out. Uhh, I'm SO jealous!" cried Angelina.
I rolled my eyes and we made out way to Gryffindor Tower. The whole way there I kept thinking about what the sorting hat had said about me, that I would find love in Gryffindor. Had it meant Oliver? Or did it mean someone else? I hadn't met many Gryffindors yet, after all. I looked ahead up the steps. Where was George? I tried to keep walking but my foot was stuck. I yelled and fell back. Two freckled arms caught me and pulled me out of the trick step.
"Oh, thank you!" I said.
"No problem," said George, "you and I must be very good friends, always meeting up with each other." I laugh. I've been doing a lot of that lately. I rarely even smiled at home.
My other four friends swarmed around me.
"So how do I tell you two apart?" I ask, indicating Fred and George.
"Easy" said Fred
"Fred's got a scar above his left eyebrow," George said as Fred showed off the scar that stretched from the middle of his eyebrow diagonally down to his hair line
"And George's got a scar on his right jaw." His scar was shorter, only about an inch long right on the edge of his jaw line. Fred and George begin to recount how they got their scars, Fred in a sled riding accident as a toddler, George in a fight with Fred.
All too soon we arrive at the portrait hole. The password we learn is "Jocund". We hurry inside. The effects of the mashed potatoes and turkey begin to take their effect on me. I yawn as Angelina, Alica and I wave goodbye to the twins and Lee. Alicia and Angelina deposit me in front my dorm door.
"'Night" I say as they wave and move sluggishly up the next flight to their room.
I open the wood door and walk into the round room. My roommates look up from their various unpacked trunks. I smile at them.
"Hi, I'm Katie Bell" I say in an attempt to be friendly. The 4 other girls come out to greet me. A strawberry blond girl introduces herself as Beatrice then goes back to her bed to hang Broadway and West End posters on her wall. 'Drama Queen' I thought assigning her a role. The next girl called herself Lynn. She looked kind of boring. Her flax hair was limp and her eyes were blank. 'Normal' I thought. The next girl came up sporting bottle cap glasses the size of the sun. Her name was Alice as the iron-on letters on her shirt said. After her introduction she scuttled back underneath her science books. The final girl strode over from her perfectly pink luggage and looked me over.
"Julia" she said finally. She was slightly taller then me. "You smell like a guy. Are you a lesbian?" I back off. Prep was her assignment.
"No, I've made a few guy friends already and they like hugging me." That sounded like such a lame excuse but it worked for her she sniffed and turned away.
I walked over to my own four poster bed and knelt in front of my trunk, popping the brass buckles open. Compared to the other girls I had relatively little to unpack. My toiletries went on the shelf under my bedside table. Clothes were hung up in my share of the closet. School books stayed in the trunk. My wand lay in its case on the top of the table. I didn't think to bring any posters.
I sat on my bed and watched the other girls unpack. Beatrice is wrestling with glossy posters and Spellotape trying to get the tape to hold up her countless posters. Lynn went to the bathroom. Alice is trying to get all of her science book to stay on her bookshelf. She has about 8 too many. Perfectly preppy Julia is getting her stuff (which is all pink) to stay in its place and then borrows Beatrice's tape to put up a poster of a boy band.
I sigh and flop back on my bead, arms spread out. All too soon the Head Girl comes around and tells us to go to bead. We all wait to use the sinks and the showers before being enveloped by the soft down covers of our beds and drifting off to sleep.
A/N: Ah! First chapter done! I hope you like it. I know I'm terrible w/ "Twinisms" Advice is definatly welcome. Di I make them act to old? Should I just skip ahead to hormones? Tell me what you think? Thanks!