"Gryffindor!" The Sorting Hat yelled, as James excitedly sat with it on his head. He leaped up from the stool, and ran through the Great Hall towards the long table of Gryffindors. He bounced up and down on the bench with relief.

"I told you," Teddy said as James sighed. "All Potters and Weasley's are Gryffindors!" Headmistress McGonagall started to call another name as she looked over and smiled at us. Daddy has said our family has been very close to Minerva McGonagall for a very long time. He has also met the late Albus Dumbledore, who I often see on the Famous Wizard/Witches Cards found in many Chocolate Frog packages. Cousin Albus is named after him, and the late Headmaster and potions professor, Severus Snape. After finishing the sorting ritual, the Headmistress gave a speech, welcoming the new year at our beloved school

"And now, the feast," she finished, as plates and towers on delicious delicacies appeared in front of us. James, as most freshman, took loads of pastries and meat on one plates, piling each food on top of each other. The Great Hall feels like how it always was every years. Candles floating about our heads, lighting up the room. Resident ghosts floating around, chatting with the students.

"Slow down," I said to him, reaching to put a few things on another plate for me. "You don't want to be full right away, right?" He didn't reply, and just dug into his food.

"Do you know when we will be allowed to go to our dormitories?" Layla asked. Every year we had a tradition of going upstairs right away and spending the night awake in our room, just being together and setting up the dormitory we shared with Daisy.

"Well, I have to now go guide the first years to their dormitories." Teddy interrupted. He was given the honor of being chosen to be a prefect. As a responsibility, he would need to guide the first years to the Gryffindor dormitory, and give them a small tour of the castle. Everyone wanted to be a prefect. Daddy had put the pressure on me to be the next Weasley prefect, just like he was.

I do look up to my father very much. I give a strong resemblance to him. Same ginger hair, same smile, same pale skin. I have my mother's eyes and lips, as people say. Father has been an example for me, and all the Weasley's, since he is the oldest child. I feel a certain pressure and responsibility to be just as he was.

"James go with him," I stated, pushing away from the table. "I guess we should wait a few more minutes, not let the first years get in our way."

"No, I want to go now." Layla whined, making me laugh. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the large doors heading out to the large staircases. I looked behind, searching for Daisy. She was still sitting at the table, gazing into space. Sometimes she would zone out into her own little world, not noticing anything that was going on around her.

"Come on Daisy," I waved to her with a smile. She came out of her state, and ran towards us beaming. Every student was flooding up the moving staircases, stopping until the floor you are going to. The seventh floor was where the girls staircase was located, leading up to the Gryffindor girls dormitories.

"What you reading?" Teddy asked, pulling my book down from my face. The fire crackled in the fire place next to me as I sat on the sofa, reading a new book. I loved the Gryffindor Common Room, it is my favorite place in the castle. I had always been excited to curl up with a book and a butterbeer, or join the parties after a big win during a Quidditch match. Layla, Daisy and I have often studied, or just relaxed here. The room seemed to be fit for all occasions.

"Just something I brought from home," I replied. "So are you still going to be a keeper this year?" Teddy had always loved Quidditch. Our whole family has gone to the Quidditch World Cup for as long as I could remember. I love to sit in the stands, and cheer on winning team, or the Chudley Cannons, Dad's favorite.

"Of course. I know I'll get it again. The crowds love me!" he said, cocky as usual. Teddy loved to show off, whatever it was. During a Quidditch match, he would sit on his broom, no hands holding on and waving to the crowd as he caught every ball trying to go through one of the goal posts. While he seemed rather conceited, I can't help but think his boastfulness was sort of, cute. When it came to grades, he was always the perfect one. While I had many "exceeds expectations," along with a few "acceptable's and outstanding's," I could never compare to Teddy. "I take I'll see you in the crowds screaming my name?"

"Sure, whatever makes you happy, your sire." I said sarcastically.

"Now that's what I expect to be called from now on." Teddy added. We had a brother-sister type relationship, always teasing each other. I knew everything about him. I never understood the feelings I have had for him, they just appeared one day. I just felt a different way about him. Everything seemed to change in perspective. For instence, the hugs we shared, made me feel safe inside his arms. I just try to ignore what I feel, but it always ends up bothering me at night in bed.

"It's almost nine," Layla called from the stair up to our dormitories. "Say goodbye," she added playfully.

"I guess that was my queue. I have to go." I quickly picked up my book from the couch, and ran towards the stairs to the girls dormitories. Slowly, I found myself turning around to walk back to Teddy. I gave Teddy a quick hug goodbye, almost trying to get it out of him. I could almost taste the smell of chocolate frogs that came from his robe, with a mix of cologne.

"Nathalie, you're going see me again tomorrow morning! Goodbye," he said, pulling my limp body off of him. "And goodnight." He strutted to the stairs, and before he could make around the corner of the staircase, he winked as his hair turned teal.

I ran up the stairs to catch Layla at the entrance to our bedroom we shared with Daisy. "Why did you leave me?" I asked, annoyed by her disappearance.

"Well, it looked like you two were having a nice time. I didn't want to intrude!" She answered. She had known I liked Teddy, and she claimed he saw something in me too, which I know is a prevarication. "Don't you still fancy him?"

"Shut up," I said, elbowing her in the ribs as we walked into our room. Daisy was lounging on the bed, reading the new edition of 1000 Herbs and Where to Find Them textbook for Herbology class.

"Do you want a look?" she asked softly. "We do have the class first thing tomorrow morning."

"Nah, Neville, I mean Professor Longbottom told me the curriculum during the summer," I replied. He had given me a short introduction, although I had to have Aunt Ginny stop him from talking for the rest of the week.

"Let me take a look at that!" Layla exclaimed, climbing into Daisy's bed. During our third year, she did not get up to her perfect standard grades for Herbology. This year she was determined to get a perfect score on every exam.

I started to go threw my dresser, making sure every robe was folded neatly and every blouse sorted by color. I had alway's been very neat when I comes to clothes. Making sure everything was in it's place. Daddy said Mum had always been just like that. I hated it when we had things in common.