Rocks. Rocks? Rocks hit my window. "Nooo!" I said. "Not nowww!"
"Yes now! Get down here, Roecca!" my best friend, Steph, said. "You're gonna miss the train!"
"Yargh! It's coming?" I called.
"Yes! Now hurry up!"
I threw my blankets off and scurried around in my room. I changed into my robe, and packed my things. "Hurry! It's coming!" Steph called.
"I am, I am!" I packed everything from last year. "Coming!"
Steph and I were beginning our third year at Hogwarts Witch craft and Wizardry. Steph's 18-year-old brother was beginning his eighth year—he was one of the top students.
Steph and I hurried to the station, and went through the wall to make it to the train. "Git up hea', you lazy bumz! I ain't waitin' fur yuh every yea', yuh know!" the train driver shouted at us.
"Showwy," Steph said sarcastically. "I ain't gonna dew it again!"
I giggled at her mimic of the train driver. "Yea, yuh know, we ain't alwayz late, yuh know, yuh know, yuh!" I said bravely. Usually I never mimic anyone at least 10 years older than me.
"Good one," Steph laughed.
We sat down and got chocolate frogs. "Ooo," I said sadly. "Mine's like… got no leg."
"Ewww!" Steph said. "That's, like, so, like, you know, nasty!"
She was mimicking her 15-year-old sister. I giggled.
"Hogwarts schewl," said the train driver. "You guyz gotta git off n' fahv meenutes."
As five minutes passed, everybody had gone to the leaders and to the sorting hat. I was eighth. "Mmm…" he said. "I think you'd go good in Gryffindor."
The Gryffindor table cheered. "Hooray!"
Steph was a few turns later. "I can tell you want to be with your friend, don't you? Gryffindor it is then!"
Days and days passed. Steph got 98s, 99s, or 100s on all of her tests, while I was getting 80s or 70s or something around that.
"Roecca," Snape snapped. "Pay attention! That dumb mind of yours is not gonna get you anywhere if you don't pay attention!"
"S-sorr—" I said.
"Shut up!" Snape said. "Exams are next Friday. Study? YOU'D BETTER. Go."
"EoEooch," Steph said. "Snape's cruel."
"Steph, you'd better not be cheatin', or I'll deduct 70 points from your exams, you dumb girl!" Snape said; obviously overhearing Steph.
"Yes, Snape," Steph sighed.
That night, Steph and I studied together until 12:00; when someone was checking if they were asleep.
"Yes now! Get down here, Roecca!" my best friend, Steph, said. "You're gonna miss the train!"
"Yargh! It's coming?" I called.
"Yes! Now hurry up!"
I threw my blankets off and scurried around in my room. I changed into my robe, and packed my things. "Hurry! It's coming!" Steph called.
"I am, I am!" I packed everything from last year. "Coming!"
Steph and I were beginning our third year at Hogwarts Witch craft and Wizardry. Steph's 18-year-old brother was beginning his eighth year—he was one of the top students.
Steph and I hurried to the station, and went through the wall to make it to the train. "Git up hea', you lazy bumz! I ain't waitin' fur yuh every yea', yuh know!" the train driver shouted at us.
"Showwy," Steph said sarcastically. "I ain't gonna dew it again!"
I giggled at her mimic of the train driver. "Yea, yuh know, we ain't alwayz late, yuh know, yuh know, yuh!" I said bravely. Usually I never mimic anyone at least 10 years older than me.
"Good one," Steph laughed.
We sat down and got chocolate frogs. "Ooo," I said sadly. "Mine's like… got no leg."
"Ewww!" Steph said. "That's, like, so, like, you know, nasty!"
She was mimicking her 15-year-old sister. I giggled.
"Hogwarts schewl," said the train driver. "You guyz gotta git off n' fahv meenutes."
As five minutes passed, everybody had gone to the leaders and to the sorting hat. I was eighth. "Mmm…" he said. "I think you'd go good in Gryffindor."
The Gryffindor table cheered. "Hooray!"
Steph was a few turns later. "I can tell you want to be with your friend, don't you? Gryffindor it is then!"
Days and days passed. Steph got 98s, 99s, or 100s on all of her tests, while I was getting 80s or 70s or something around that.
"Roecca," Snape snapped. "Pay attention! That dumb mind of yours is not gonna get you anywhere if you don't pay attention!"
"S-sorr—" I said.
"Shut up!" Snape said. "Exams are next Friday. Study? YOU'D BETTER. Go."
"EoEooch," Steph said. "Snape's cruel."
"Steph, you'd better not be cheatin', or I'll deduct 70 points from your exams, you dumb girl!" Snape said; obviously overhearing Steph.
"Yes, Snape," Steph sighed.
That night, Steph and I studied together until 12:00; when someone was checking if they were asleep.