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"ANNABELLE! GET DOWN HERE! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!"
That was the wonderful noise that I awoke to this morning. My mother's voice yelling up the stairs. I didn't have to worry though. I packed everything last night and brought it downstairs. I showered, put my clothes on, (my favorite jeans, a black t-shirt, red converse) brushed my teeth, put my whitish blonde hair in a simple ponytail, and went downstairs.
My mother was waiting with breakfast which consisted of an omelette with cheddar cheese in it, (my favorite) toast, bacon, and orange juice.
"All packed?" she inquired.
"Yep," I answered.
"Textbooks?"
"Check."
"Money for Hogsmeade?"
"Check."
"Bailey?"
"Check."
Bailey is my pet Snowy owl. She's my number two.
"Wand?"
My eleven inch cypress wand with its unicorn hair core was ever so cleverly hidden in a secret pocket in my leather jacket that I would be wearing to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
"Check."
"I guess we're ready then," my mother said.
"I guess we are."
I got my jacket on, grabbed my trunk and Bailey, and headed out the door. Next thing I knew, we were at the platform and I was saying goodbye for the fifth time. I was about to embark on my fifth year at Hogwarts.
I got on the train, found an empty compartment, and waited. Soon enough he sat down.
"Hey Neville," I said.
"Hey."
"How was your summer?" I asked.
"Dreadfully uneventful. You?"
"Mine was ok at best," I responded. I wanted to tell him how much I had missed him, but I was afraid he would take that the wrong way.
He then proceeded to stare at me for a very long time. He looked as if there was something important he wanted to discuss. After what felt like an eternity, he spoke.
"Annabelle, there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about."
"I'm all ears," I said, sitting up straight.
"Ok…" he hesitated. "You see, um, there's this girl I like that I've been wanting to ask out for some time now. And I don't know how. Could you give me some advice?"
"Of course." I was disappointed. He was asking me about some other girl? I'd had a crush on Neville for almost a year now. But I put on a fake smile and decided to be a good friend.
"I would just do it spontaneously. It's very romantic that way. You'll most likely sweep her off her feet."
I then turned to stare out the window, hoping he wouldn't catch my unhappy expression.
"Ok. Annabelle Harris, would you go out with me?"
I whipped my head around.
"Say that again?"
Neville was smiling timidly. "I said, will you go out with me?"
"Yes. A million times yes! Oh my God yes! I thought you'd never ask." I said.
Then, I threw my arms around his neck gave him a passionate kiss on the lips.
"Well, I asked," he said after we broke apart, blushing to his ears but looking very pleased.
"Wow. I mean, wow. Just wow. Are you sure about this? I mean Slytherin and Gryffindor. Polar opposites!"
"I'm absolutely sure," he replied.
"Well then-"
I kissed him once more.
That moment was the first of many I would spend that year with the amazing Neville Longbottom…
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