This chapter will get more interesting... at least a bit funnier...I hope


Chapter 2

"Wake up sleepy" someone said.

"uggh why?" I answered groggily.

"We are in London!" Lil said very excitedly. I got up and looked outside. It was noon here; how was it that time already? I never understood it. I got up and followed everyone off the plane. We each grabbed our trunk and hauled it outside. I was putting on my sunglasses when something feathery landed on my shoulder.

"Cherry!" I was very happy to see my owl again. I noticed she had a big envelope attached to her claw. "Oh what's this?" I asked no one in particular. I opened it up and all it said was Hello angel. "James" I grumbled tossing the paper away. James always pulled things like that, that little prat. I was excited to see Lily and Albus (we were sort of friends) though. Plus their mom Ginny always knows how I feel. Harry is cool too. The only problem was James and I was not looking forward to being in the same house as him (I guess my Hogwarts house too but that's not what I meant).

"How did you know it was me?" an annoying voice called from behind.

"Well you do it like, every year now so..." I replied irritated already. He pondered this for a moment.

"Marcy! How nice to see you!" Mrs. Potter said. Our moms began a detailed conversation about the summer when I turned to talk to Lily. Soon enough we heard Mr. Potter's voice ring out "Shall we move along then?" He phrased it like a question but his voice was demanding.

"Shure dad" Good boy James said. Then right when his dad turns his back, James swings his arm around my shoulder. "See you tonight babe?" he whispers. I slapped his hand off me. He playfully pouted and I rolled my eyes. What a jerk he was! We had to use a muggle car that was bewitched to have more seating and enough room for our trunks. James, Al, and Fred sat in the very, very, back with the trunks. Lily, Albus, Lil, and I sat in the row ahead of them; my parents were a row in front of us, with the Potters in the driver and shotgun seats. We were driving along when I hear "Hey Blondie! Welcome to London."

I replied "Thanks James"

"YO dawg like what up in da city" James said in an exaggerated Northern accent.

"Leave them alone James" Mr. Potter sighed from the driver's seat.

I turned around. "Honestly, don't you do your research? We live about two hours from the actual city" I corrected keeping the annoyance out of my voice.

"And anyways we don't say 'dawgs' that's gangster slang and you need to speed up your words" added Lil. Thanks Lil. She is the sister who understands me, unlike Anna.


When we arrive, I head up to Lily's room where Lil and I will be sleeping. It is on the second story and has a homey feel to it. The room is painted light green and has a few British wizard band posters hanging up. I cannot stand those British bands; I prefer 70-80s muggle bands such as Queen. "It's nice in here" I commented.

"Oh thanks. I just got it redone a month ago. I still haven't gotten used to it though" Lily replied smiling. "Hey is it all right with you guys if Rose comes over this afternoon?"

"Of course" says Lil. I just nod my head.

"Oh good" she looks relieved.


Rose came over and left right before dinner. Our diner was nice with the Potters; Mrs. Potter made James sit the furthest from me. See, she knows me. At one point James asked what kind of celebration we are doing for my birthday this year. Anna told him that it was in December and its only August. Fred then told him-and I quote- I could hold her down and let little Jamesy kiss her all he wanted. Both our faces turned bright red. James said nothing to me or Fred the entire night.

In the morning it was the usual; everyone was scrounging for lost items and books and forgetting this and that. When we finally did make it to Kings crossing, it took forever to get into the barrier because we didn't want to be seen by onlookers. Once inside, we met up with the Weasleys, well I mean Hermione and Ron Weasley and their children. (There are so many Weasleys!) We said good bye to mom and dad; mom was in tears. We also promised to write to them, or at least I did. Fred would just be too lazy to. When the horn whistled I waved good bye to my parents and found an empty cabin.