Hey, it's Leelow27. Now this is my first story, so sorry if it's terrible. No, that's not right. I've written many stories, just mostly published them on under the same pen name. Not all of them, but this is my first of so in front of a different audience. I'm only a teenager, and haven't experienced life so this really might not seem realistic at all! Though it's Hogwarts, it's meant to be unrealistic, that's why I love it!
Sorry if the summary's bad too, it's meant to seem like the character but the information's the same. In this story, James II and Fred II are seventh year Gryffindors. Rose, Ravenclaw, Scorpius and Albus, Slytherin, are in sixth year, and so far I haven't mentioned any next generation character, but when I do they'll be up here with their years. The rating's T, just coz, but probs be only a K+? Could you tell me?
Welcome to Enya's seventh year! Thanks for reading, please R&R!
I slammed the locker door, grabbed my broom, and stormed out onto the pitch. I felt the breeze through my pony-tailed hair as I stepped into the September winds.
I swung my leg over the broom and zoomed into the sky. Turned the corner around the edge of the pitch, and let my hands free to feel the air through my green robes.
It was September 2nd, a free day as a Sunday and students were left to roam around the grounds. I'd decided to have a fly before meeting my friends back in the common room. I love them, but especially on the first morning for some reason we just never get along.
Half an hour later, I walked into the changing rooms and grabbed the cloth from my locker and started shining my broom handle. Seconds after I sat down I heard shuffling from outside the tent.
"Go on, Albus!" a boy said from outside the tent,
"What's this going to prove!" he retaliated.
"Everything I've been pestering you over." another boy answered.
"Albus just do it!" a girl said.
"Rose! Don't encourage them! Guys!" Albus said.
"Just do it Al. Don't you want James off your back." another boy said.
Ah, the famous Potters, James and Albus. Always causing trouble. I should stop them. So I will, only if they actually came in.
A black haired boy got pushed through the curtain and I hid so he couldn't see me. He slowly walked over to the lockers. I made myself visible, but quietly leaned against the pole holding the tent up. Albus walked to my locker and opened the door. He gasped as I coughed from behind him. He bit his lip, and I assume he wasn't going to bother with an explanation because he lowered his head.
I put a finger to my lips and showed him the back entrance. He ran behind his brother and yelled as loud as he could, the Gryffindor jumping three feet in the air. I laughed and they all turned in my direction.
"Just what did you expect to receive from that?" I asked, as my green robes floated around my ankles.
"We, er, wanted to provoke the Slytherins by stealing something from their quidditch captain. Only a sock, or shoe, or something." James said as he walked towards me.
"And what did you expect the captain to say?" I asked, my eyebrow raised. James was so much taller than me even though I'm in the same year as him.
"I don't know." he smirked.
"Maybe something like 'if you ever do so again I will ban you from quidditch'?" I said.
"Why are you bothering saying this?" James asked.
"Because as captain of the most rival quidditch teams I would assume they would be mature. One is trying to steal from my locker." I said.
James stared at me, then laughed. "You? Slytherin quidditch captain? Oh, you're on, Enya. I bet ten galleons Gryffindor wins the quidditch cup."
"Same, reversed." I said, and I stuck out my hand. He shook it, then stormed off with his friend, Fred Weasley. Albus, Scorpius and Rose stared at me, but when I walked back into the changing rooms they left.
James Potter, the bloody idiot.
How was that? Terrible? Fan-tastic?(get it, get it, haha, I'm so weird) please R&R!