AN: Hello again! This is sort of a two-in-one. They're both from the slumber party scene, and I later decided to take them out because I felt I was dragging it on longer than necessary. Plus, I really didn't like where I was going with Alicia and Parvati, but that's a story for another day. Thank you so much to all who reviewed, and I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise.
"Hi Parvati!" Alicia twittered excitedly. "I'm Alicia Spinnet, a fourth year. I'm on the Quidditch team, but I don't think I really want to do this for the rest of my life. I've never done yoga before, it sounds really fund, would you teach me?"
Parvati wondered if the girl always talked this much, or if it was just because she was nervous. "Um, yeah, I guess so. But it isn't just stretching. It affects your whole diet, too. And it probably helps to meditate as well."
"Oooh! That sounds like fun! Hey, don't you have a twin sister? In Ravenclaw, right? I'm pretty sure that her name begins with a P," She thought.
"Yeah, Padma. We're not really close though. We get along okay, but we're definitely not the Weasley twins or anything."
"That's okay. I don't think Gryffindor could handle another pair of them. Hey, do you play Quidditch? I swear, I'm not obsessed, I just want to know."
"Um, yeah, I do. Chaser. I wouldn't ever want to try out for the house team, though," Parvati told her.
"That's cool. Hey, so your favorite color is orange right? Does that mean you like oranges, like the fruit? Is it like a bright orange, or more like peach? I'm sorry. I'm so off topic, I swear I'm not normally like this," She apologized.
"No, no, it's fine. It's fun. And I guess oranges are good, but I really like tangerines. I like orange the color of the sunset. I think it's pretty," Parvati said.
"Okay." Alicia appeared to be restraining herself from saying anything more.
"Okay." Parvati smiled tentatively at the older girl.
"Hi Ginny," Katie said sunnily as she sat down by the red-haired girl. Ginny smiled up at her. Katie had never really had the time to talk to the girl, not because they didn't get along, but just because Katie wasn't really sure what to talk about. Katie didn't know who or what Ginny liked, and she just wasn't very sure of herself.
"So, what do you like to do? I mean, after classes and homework, you've got to do something," Katie clarified hastily.
"I'm actually in a club," Ginny explained, irritably blowing her hair out of her eyes. "I'm president, actually. It helps me meet people."
"Oh, that sounds like fun. What's the club for, exactly?" Katie asked curiously.
"I can't tell you. I mean, you're not allowed to know unless you're in the club. I mean, we have to be sure you won't reveal the club secret. I mean…" Ginny trailed off, looking frustrated.
Katie furrowed her brow in confusion. "Let me get this straight. In order to be a member of the club, I have to know the club's secret, and you guys have to be sure that I won't tell anyone. IN order to know what the club's about, I have to join the club, and if I don't want to be in the club anymore, I can't tell anyone I was ever in the club, and I can't say what it's about. Are those the official rules?"
Ginny shifted uncomfortably. "Well, Colin and I are still working on the official set of rules. That's the rough draft. And I guess I could tell you what the club is, but you have to promise that you won't tell anybody."
Katie's palms began to sweat. What was going on? What was Ginny doing? Thoughts of Tom Riddle and the diary swam to the forefront of her mind. "I promise," She lied, crossing her fingers behind her back.
"Okay. Now don't laugh," Ginny warned. "I mean, you'll probably think it's stupid, but Colin and I have founded a fan club for Harry Potter."
Katie wasn't sure what she had been expecting, but it definitely hadn't been this. "But I thought you hated Harry."
Ginny flicked her hair over her shoulder. "No, no, no, of course not. See, I was initially a little annoyed with him, but later I realized I was being a bit unfair. I wanted Harry Potter to save me, and when he finally did, I got angry. And the Colin approached me to talk about his idea for a fan club. It's still sort of a work in progress, but I think it might finally stick. What better way to show our appreciation for the boy-who-lived then to get together and compete for top honor?"
Katie had a mild coughing fit at that. "Oh really?" She rasped. "I never suspected…"
"That's the beauty of it! No one suspects me because they think that I hate Harry! That's how I got my ranking as president. We award rankings based on who has the most information on Harry and who has the ability to unearth more information. I'm president, Colin's vice-president, De—you know what? I probably shouldn't tell you who all's in the club. Anyway, during our meetings, we compare what we know about him and bring in any possessions, newspaper clippings, or photographs of him."
"Possessions?" Katie sputtered.
"Yeah. One girl moved up a bit because she got a piece of his hair, but I managed to beat all of them. I'm not telling you what I got, though. So, do you think you wanna join?"
Katie was saved from responding to that frightening question by Professor Burbage's announcement that it was really time for bed.