Chapter One:

"She's the girl that no one ever knows and I say hi but she's too shy to say hello…"

-Say You Like Me by We The Kings

Adelia

I lay in bed late at night, completely unable to sleep. I was far too excited for such nonsense. Tomorrow I would finally be going back to Hogwarts for my fifth year and I could not wait.

I missed everything about Hogwarts: my classes, teachers, ghosts, even Peeves, and especially my best friend Elizabella Bates. I was impatiently waiting to experience the magic of Hogwarts that living in the Muggle world had not given me.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I absolutely love spending the holidays with my parents, Jack and Anna Litwin. Dad is a Muggleborn wizard who married my mum, a Muggle, and decided to live in Muggle London, close enough to the Ministry of Magic that he could travel to work every day. And I enjoy living in London with nice neighbours and all, but in my opinion, this was just boring compared to the magical villages of Hogsmeade, Ottery St. Catchpole, and Godric's Hollow.

But the next day I would be going back to be immersed in the Wizarding World and it would be simply magical, pun intended.

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember was my alarm clock ringing next to me, and falling out of bed in fright like I tend to do every morning. By now I didn't even get bruises from the hardwood floors anymore. Speaking of which, said hardwood floors were cold.

I sat up and took a minute to understand where I was. And then I saw the time and immediately stood up and tried to get ready as fast as possible. Thank Merlin I had already packed the night before and just needed to bring the trunk downstairs. Then again, that seemed to have its problems seeing as how heavy my trunk was. How come I needed to pack so much stuff? And why didn't I just get my dad to charm it to be feather light? The world may never know.

After Mum, Dad, and I packed all of my things in the trunk, we set off to Kings' Cross so I could finally board the Hogwarts Express. On the way there, my parents were chattering on about how I need to keep my grades up, possibly make new friends, stay organized, make a few more friends, stay out of trouble, oh and did I mention making new friends?

I mean, I understand that my parents just care about me and all that, but I have Elizabella as a friend. I don't see why I would need any more people to spend my time with. It's not that I'm shy or anything; I just get intimidated and don't feel the need to talk to people besides Elizabella unless I need to do so. It's one of the many quirks I possess that apparently bothers Mum.

After finally making it to Kings' Cross Station, I hurried to the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10. I told Mum and Dad to just drop me off at the entrance, seeing as I would only have a few minutes to make it on the train which meant I wouldn't have time to say a proper goodbye. I didn't mind; Mum always got teary and Dad got quiet whenever they would see me off for school.

However, as I was about to head through the barrier to Platform 9 ¾, someone else's trolley ran straight into mine, causing me to fly backwards right on my bum. Considering that was the second time in a few hours that I fell on that particular area of my body, you can imagine that it was not very comfortable for me at all.

I looked up to see that my attacker was none other than one of the infamous Weasley Twins. I looked around to see if anyone else that I knew had seen us and noticed that none of his family was in sight. I turned back to see that he was picking himself and his belongings up off the ground. This was also when I noticed that my trunk had flown open to make my books and other smaller belongings fall to the ground. I thanked Merlin none of my clothing had fallen out; I couldn't imagine what I'd do if my knickers were strewn across the ground at Kings' Cross.

I hurriedly began picking up all of my things and stuffing them in my trunk. I checked the time and saw that it was five minutes to eleven; I had to hurry.

I felt a body beside me and glanced to my left to find the boy, Fred or George, I wasn't sure who, helping to gather my things. As I sat on my trunk to get it to close enough to fasten, he stood up and offered a hand to help me up.

"Fred Weasley," he said as he pulled me to my feet.

"Adelia Litwin," I said quietly, because, quite frankly, I was slightly intimidated by this boy. What was a highly popular bloke like him doing talking to a quiet Ravenclaw anyway? It's just not right.

I continued to pick up my trunk onto the trolley and turned toward the barrier, not without noticing that I now only had three minutes to board the Hogwarts Express.

As soon as I passed through, I scurried toward the carriage that Elizabella and I always rode on and attempted to lift my trunk up to put it away on the train. Apparently, it was going through one of those mood swings where it simply refused to do anything I wanted it to do.

"Adelia! Hurry up, woman!" I heard the shout of my best friend from somewhere down the carriage that I was trying to load my trunk up on.

"Elizabella! If you would help me, you wouldn't need to remind me to hurry up, you toad!" I yelled back. Elizabella finally got all the way down to the door and with a flick of her wand my trunk was floating in the air and zooming down the hall down to wherever she had chosen our compartment.

"I wonder why I didn't think of that…" I muttered to myself as I grabbed my friend's hand and hoisted myself onto the train just as it was starting to leave the platform.

"It's because you're stupid, no matter how good your marks are in class." Elizabella answered with a smirk on her face. This reminded me of her presence and I tackled her into a bear hug before pulling away and examining her.

Elizabella has dark mahogany brown hair and bright lime green eyes. She had a slight tan from her holiday in the States and had grown a good inch and a half, making her probably five foot six. My dear friend Elizabella is quite a pretty girl, something I've always envied but never voiced; probably because she would smack me upside the head repeatedly until I said that I was gorgeous as well or some other such rubbish similar to that.

Compared to Elizabella, I was quite plain. I had long golden brown hair that I hadn't cut since I was six, so it would fall down to my bum if I didn't have it done up all the time, usually in a loose and messy ponytail. I felt gigantic next to my average-sized friend at five foot nine with my awkwardly long legs. I had a surplus of freckles all over my face, and my nose was much too small for my liking. The only thing I truly liked about my appearance were my eyes, a hazel colour filled with all shades of green, blue, brown, and grey and were framed by my long lashes.

I followed Elizabella down the corridor to our compartment, sitting down on the bench to the right and then giving up and laying all the way across the seat with my head and shoulders leaning on the wall, but not before I grabbed my copy of Pride and Prejudice from my trunk. My friend had already put my trunk on the rack above me, as nice as she is. Really, such a sweet thing, she is.

"How in Merlin's trousers were you even later than I was? I got on this train three minutes before eleven, fully expecting you to be in here, and it just so ends up that I was actually the one on time!" Elizabella exclaimed. I suppose I could understand her shock; I was usually responsible and on time while she was the one who could never convince herself to stay focused and out of trouble.

"Oh, well, I woke up late and then Mum and Dad took forever to get ready, as per usual. And it didn't really help that Fred Weasley ran into me and made me fall right on my bum in front of the entire station! It was sweet that he helped me pick up my things, but not knocking me over probably would have been pretty fantastic, too." I answered.

"Oh, hold on a second. Fred Weasley? Oh my Merlin, Oh my Merlin, Oh my Merlin!" I knew this was when she would start rapid-fire questioning, so I got even more comfortable lying down on my seat than I already had been.

"Was he really strong and muscular? How tall? What colour are his eyes? How long is his hair this year? Is he over that awkward stage where his arms and legs are much too long for the rest of him? Did you feel a spark when your hands touched as he helped you up? Oh and dear Merlin please tell me he didn't see any of your knickers fly out of your trunk."

"Are you quite finished?" I asked after a bit of a pause. Elizabella nodded her head and leaned to the edge of her seat to show that she was still waiting for my answer, "Alright then: Yes, six foot one, brown, fairly short not like the weird bowlish-cut he sported last year, definitely, um.. no? And of course not, my clothes were under all of my books and only the top bit flew out. By the way, you're already friends with him, why don't you see for yourself?"

Elizabella opened her mouth to say something, probably about my lack of detail and the answer to my question, but was interrupted by the door to our compartment opening. In the threshold stood the very subject of our conversation, along with his twin, George, and their best friend, Lee Jordan. I stared at them as they stood there blocking the doorway.

"Oh," Fred said after seeing me, "Adelia, isn't it?"

I nodded fairly shyly and returned to my book as the three boys' eyes all alighted upon Elizabella at the same time. "Bates." They said to her.

"Adelia," Lee said, turning back to me, "All of the other compartments are full, is it alright if we join you?" I shrugged from behind my book as Elizabella stared at the floor, blushing curiously brightly.

The boys filed in, Fred sitting on Elizabella's bench closest to the door and Lee between them. George must have realized that I wasn't moving from my comfortable position, so he picked up my feet, sat down at the seat closest to the door, and became my footrest.

"So… Adelia… I didn't know you were friends with Elizabella." George said after a long but comfortable pause that must have been awkward for everyone in the compartment that was not trying to read a book.

"Best friends since we were what… seven, eight?" I asked Elizabella timidly while turning a page in my book.

"Six, actually," she said quietly. Hm. Most unusual.

"So are you a Ravenclaw as well, then?" Fred inquired.

"Mmm," I hummed as I tried to understand fully the details of a paragraph with more difficult wording. Darn these teens and they're slang; reading my favourite book would be so much easier if we hadn't decided to "dumb it down." By "it" I mean the English language.

I began singing under my breath again, as was my habit when I had been quiet for a while. I love Muggle music; I had been raised with all sorts of music and lyrics floating through the house my entire life.

"What are you singing?" Fred asked suddenly.

"Oh," I said, surprised, "It's called 'Say You Like Me' by We The Kings; it's a Muggle band," I added after seeing the confusion on the blokes' faces. Elizabella wasn't surprised, as she was used to my fascination with Muggle music.

"So you like Muggle music?" Lee asked.

"Very much. My mum used to be a musician and always had all sorts of genres playing throughout the day. It kind of stuck, I guess." I said, returning to my book. Seeing that that was the best they would be getting out of me, the boys all went quiet for a while longer.

"Addie," Elizabella piped up after yet another, longer stretch of time, "Would you mind accompanying me to the loo?"

I looked up to her, having been very comfortable in the position I was in, but then I noticed the pleading look in her eyes and all words of protest left my lips. I nodded and got up to follow my best friend down to the end of the car.

"What's the matter, Lizibell?" I asked, stopping once we got far enough away from our compartment.

"Well, I just know it seems odd to you that I'm not speaking with some of my very good friends and thought you'd like to know the reason," I nodded, knowing that Elizabella hates keeping any and all secrets from me and just wanted to come clean, "Well, it's nothing, really, but apparently last year I somehow sabotaged their End-of-Year Prank and they haven't quite forgiven me yet. I suppose it may have something to do with the fact that I don't believe I have anything to apologize for, so I refuse to do anything of the sort. I mean, it's quite ridiculous thinking, considering I had not even had the slightest hint of what they had been planning."

I nodded in understanding, "Well, Elizabella, I suppose all you have to do is prove to them that you had nothing to do with it. I'll help you if you like; In the meantime, you can borrow one of my books so you aren't just sitting there awkwardly the entire time. I brought my copy of Romeo and Juliet, if that interests you."

"Oh, yes, please," Elizabella answered as we made our way back to our compartment. Being a pureblood, she had never heard of these Muggle authors and had become quite interested in all of the ones I had let her borrow. Elizabella had been waiting for me to finish Romeo and Juliet for a few weeks so that she could start on it.

I noticed the blokes in our compartment stiffen as we walked in, but none of us said anything. I retrieved my book for Elizabella, and then curled up next to the window to read a few more chapters of my own book.

All in all, the ride was fairly quiet after the boys all fell asleep and then, after waking, went to go greet their other friends.

I managed to finish Pride and Prejudice for the third time by the time we reached Hogwarts; Elizabella was about an eighth of the way through Romeo and Juliet, having had a hard time deciphering exactly what each character was trying to say. Thank Merlin for footnotes.

A/N: PLEASE READ!

I know, I know, I probably shouldn't be starting another story since I'm only halfway through the first book of the trilogy I'm writing, but this popped into my head and so I wrote it down.

Now, I shall need your help, my lovely readers. I have a contest of sorts for this story o' mine:

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