A/N: Hello, dear darlings. Again, I'm testing the waters to see how many people are interested in this type of story. All it will take is one little review and I'll start writing more. I'm a huge George Weasley girl. He just doesn't get enough lovin in my opinion. So, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Hogwarts, or the entire wizard world, but I still think that my letter from Hogwarts got lost in the mail ;)
Lydian walked through the walls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with her books clutched tightly to her chest. She was on her way to the great hall for lunch when someone knocked into her and caused her to drop her books on the floor. Lydian quickly went to her knees to pick up the fallen materials. "Oh, sorry about that," said a guy's voice. He kneeled next to Lydian to help pick up her books. Their hands accidently brushed against each other and Lydian quickly stood away from the stranger. She looked at him closely and saw that he was a handsome boy with red hair and pale skin. His muscles were lean and his honest brown eyes were light with mischief. "Hi, my name is George Weasley," said George, picking up the last of her books.
Lydian could only nod in response. She snatched her book from his hand and held her books so tightly that her knuckles began turning white.
George noticed and gave Lydian a warm smile, "You know, it's custom to give someone your name after they give you their name."
"L-L-Lydian," she whispered. "Lydian Dowell."
"Lydian," said George, testing the name out. "That's a pretty name.
"Can't take the credit for it."
"Huh?"
"You know, how you parents…name you," said Lydian. She blushed in embarrassment about the pathetic attempt at a joke. Why couldn't she be less shy?
George, however, gave a hearty laugh, "There may be some hope for you yet, Lydian Dowell. You've got some potential. I hope we have class together—maybe I'll bestow some of my wisdom upon you."
"Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs have Herbology together…and I think Transfiguration too," said Lydian.
"How do you know my house?"
"Your robes. Besides, you're a Weasley. Every Weasley is in Gryffindor," said Lydian as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
George blushed, "Oh, yeah. Well, I gotta go. See you around, Lydian."
"Bye." Lydian smiled as George left. She was fairly certain she had just made a friend.