Chapter 2:

Today was September 1st, also known as the first day of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for wizards and witches like Celina. She began to check her luggage for the 1 (billionth) time in the morning. She packed all of her 'muggle' clothing or the clothes she made and extra uniforms. Celina walked down the stairs. Her black ballet flats that had bows attached to them were making more noise than she thought they would even make. For clothing, she wore a floral dress with a sweetheart neckline that ended just above her knees. Her hair was in a fishtail plait, but you could still notice her thick hair. To be completely honest with herself, she adored showing off her legs. Every time, compliments are hitting her every nanosecond.

"Celine, are you ready for your first day of Hogwarts as a 4th year?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" she grinned 'Cheshire Cat' like and Apparated with her Aunt Cissy, Uncle Lucius, and Draco. After a couple of seconds being squished inside a really small tube, they landed in the King's Cross Station. She put in all of her luggage inside of a cart and ran through Platform 9 ¾. Celina and Draco said there hugs and butterfly kisses (A/N- Yes, I've watched AVPM/AVPS) to Cissy and Lucius. Celina wandered off to find Annabelle and Clarisse. While walking through the compartment hallway things, she see two redheads in her way, looking more suspicious as ever.

"You're in my way, Weasley," she glared at the two.

"Hmph. You know you were nicer a few days ago at Diagon Alley."

"Well, that was because I felt bad."

"Celina Lestrange? Feeling bad for a Weasley? A filthy blood traitor? This may be the end of the world, Forge."

"Oh, shut up. I have emotions, too." Celina spat at the twins. She could feel her face burning up. Celina was embarrassed of the sudden assumption. She has suddenly forgotten about the things she would tell them. Tripping them in the hallways, laughing at their mistakes, dueling with them while calling them a filthy blood traitor, ruining their lives. All those memories suddenly flooded in her mind. She was quite shocked at how cruel she really was. When she was finished having all those flashbacks, she found herself looking down at her hands with the twins wondering if she blacked out for a moment.

"Hmm, you alright there, love," interrogated Fred.

"Oh, yeah whatever. Happen to know where Belle and Clarisse are?"

"In that compartment.."

"K." She walked in a rapid pace past them glancing behind just to see their worried looking faces. Or face since they pretty much have the same face. She bit her lip and walked inside the compartment smiling at the sleeping Clarisse.

"She always falls asleep now," mumbled Annabelle with her eyes never leaving her book.

"Belle, please tell me. Who do you fancy?"

"Uh, why?"

"Just asking,"

"Celine, I don't swing that way.."

"No! Trust me, I don't either! It's just I need some help."

"Okay, good. It was getting awkward for a minute." Celina rolled her eyes at her friend's assumption.

"You know, Annabelle. I'm starting to feel quite lonely. I need someone to feel that big place in my heart that's been empty since my parents left to Azkaban, y'know?" Annabelle looked straight into the girls' eyes.

"Celina, I can't help you with something so serious."

"Yes, you can!"

"No."

"Belle," she whined. She was lying about the gap from her parents, instead there was just a big gap. Ever since the incident with Kevin Noel in 3rd year, she's never believed in having to have a boyfriend.

"Fine, but in one condition. You can't blame me into messing up what you call your love life,"

"Okay! So, who are you going to set me up with first?"

"Woah, not too fast. I first have to know what you want in a boy,"

"Well, of course he has to be handsome, nice, funny, entertaining, not be stupid, and I hate myself for saying this but pure-blood."

"This may be harder than I thought,"

"What did you think I was going to say? Professor Snape? What did you honestly thing I was going to say?"

"Well, I was kind of going to think you were going to just say someone's name,"

"Hmm, Kevin Noel."

"Ugh, I thought you said nice and handsome. Plus, Celina you have to get over him. Why can't you get over the fact that you dumped him because he was a worthless prick?"

"Humph, yeah, yeah, yeah."

"No, Celina, you don't 'yeah, yeah, yeah" me! Why are you so obsessed with Kevin?"

"Well, first of all, he was my first boyfriend," this earned a snort from Annabelle and a glare for her," and, second of all, I still don't think all the feelings were over when I dumped him."

"Look Celina, you are a bloody idiot for still liking him after all he's ever done to you. 8 years from now don't you want to say you forgot about his stupid arse?" Celina smiled and shrugged. A random prefect none of them knew stormed into their compartment telling them to change into their uniform. They woke up a cranky Clarisse with horrible drool breath. Thanks to Celina, she charmed Clarisse's breath to smell minty and fresh again. Before they had the chance to change into uniform, the trio smelt an atrocious scent that was disgustingly similar to dung. They immediately recognized the smell to be dungbombs. Another one of the Weasleys' pranks for the little first years. Speaking of the redheaded twats, she heard a roar of laughter coming from the compartment near them. The three walked inside and burst into giggles at the sight. The twins' faces were almost as red as their hair! To stop them from laughing, Celina slapped Fred in the face.

"BLOODY HELL. What was that for?"

"To make you shut up."

"Well, why? The first years are freaking out, it's hilarious." The twins' burst out laughing again. They were clutching their stomachs for some support.

"Aw! That little boy is turning green!"

"And why do you care?"

"Because he's adorable." Fred raised his left eyebrow. Which strangely made Celina quite fidgety?

"That little first year is adorable and I am not? You my friend, need some help."

"Oh shut up. C'mon Annabelle, let's go talk to that poor first year!" Fred, George, and Lee Jordan who was also in the compartment as well, were raising their eyebrows in confusion.

"That was-" started George.

"Strange," and ended Fred.

"You know, mate. Celina has become quite nice towards us, besides her attitude with non pure-bloods, she's pretty nice."

"Right you are, George. This means only one thing!"

"Prank her until she tells Lee she fancies one us?"

"You truly are my twin, Forge."

"Thanks, mate!"