CHAPTER ONE: THE LOVELY LADY LYN
George and I sat together at the Gryffindor table, about to watch a wonderful prank take place. The old move-the-chair. Our victim of choice: Professor Snape. This would be as classic as the prank, but just as much fun. A girl brushed by me and sat down on my other side. I turned to look at her. She had hair of gold and eyes like the sea after a storm. I had never seen such beauty. It took my attention from the prank, which was in progress, and my eyes fixed on her face as she daintily ate a salad. George saw that I wasn't laughing with him and looked over at the girl. She must have realized we were staring at her because she stopped eating and wiped her perfectly red mouth with a napkin before looking at us. No one said anything. Her beautiful face broke into a smile.
"What?" She looked at me. Her voice was silvery, soft, and gentle, like water in a river or wind whistling through the trees. "Do I have something on my face?"
"No…your face is…beautiful…I mean…spoons!" I stammered a bunch nonsense. She threw back her head and laughed a beautiful laugh.
"I didn't know I had spoons on my beautiful face," She said. She held out an elegant, ivory hand. "Marilyn Gale. My friends call me Lyn." Lyn. How beautiful.
"We're Weasleys! I'm Fred and he's George," I said, accepting it.
"We're Weasleys! I'm George and he's Fred," George said at the same time. Lyn smiled. We heard steps walking along the aisle toward us. Everything went deadly silent. The steps were monotonous and dark and…familiar.
"Ah, the Weasley twins," It was Snape. His black robe was stained with soup. George and I gulped before looking up. My ear screamed in pain. Snape was tweaking it. "Ms. Gale, I advise you against any further contact with these delinquents." Lyn nodded. Snape walked away, and Lyn started laughing again. My face felt hot and I thought I was blushing. A girl with long, milk chocolate hair, green glasses, and red braces sat down next to us.
"This is my best mate, Lydia," Lyn said. "We grew up together in Liverpool."
"What's up?" Lydia lisped. Her voice would've been pretty, if she didn't have those huge braces.