"Emoch Faloo" chirped a cheery sound from just above his ear. Harry
jumped three feet and 6 inches, coming to a stop quickly. Ron's owl
was fluttering in the air above his bed, watching him curiously. Harry
pulled on his glasses and looked around. Ron's bed was empty, so Harry
pushed back the covers and got dressed.
Harry rubbed his eyes as he surveyed the scene in front of him. Ron
was sitting at the table next to a blond haired girl. The crest was
hovering above his head, and Ron reached up every few seconds to
scratch his head. Mrs. Weasley was piling eggs and bacon onto the
girl's plate, while she seemed to be muttering to herself. Mr. Weasley
was inching towards the door, looking a bit nervous.
"Good morning, Harry! Sit down and have a bit of breakfast," Mrs
Weasley told Harry.
" 'Ello, Harry," added Ron with a mouth full of food. The girl looked
up, examined Harry fully, and went back to her breakfast. Harry
studied her as well.
Woa, she's. beautiful. And. gorgeous. wow. Harry thought to himself,
his eyes widening.
"RON," Mrs. Weasley looked at her youngest son exasperatedly.
Ron swallowed.
"Er, sorry, mate. This is Angie, er, Ginny's friend."
"It's Angela, Ron! For heaven's sake." The girl commented.
Suddenly Harry noticed Ginny sitting there, along with Hermione. They were both looking at him with smirking grins on their faces.
"How are you, Harry?" Hermione asked, while Ginny waved at him, laughing.
"Er, good, yeah, you?" He retorted, weakly. He slid into a chair next to Ron as the two girls dissolved in giggles.
"So, Harry, did you do that Potions essay yet? What's he trying to do,
kill us? 45 inches of parchment!" Ron asked, and so breakfast went by.
Harry couldn't stop thinking about the girl, Angela. Was she in
Ginny's year? Obviously, she didn't think much of him, from the chilly
reception at breakfast. But. Could she?
A/N: So, tell me what you think, & should I write more? Also, if you know any good stories to read, let me know!
jumped three feet and 6 inches, coming to a stop quickly. Ron's owl
was fluttering in the air above his bed, watching him curiously. Harry
pulled on his glasses and looked around. Ron's bed was empty, so Harry
pushed back the covers and got dressed.
Harry rubbed his eyes as he surveyed the scene in front of him. Ron
was sitting at the table next to a blond haired girl. The crest was
hovering above his head, and Ron reached up every few seconds to
scratch his head. Mrs. Weasley was piling eggs and bacon onto the
girl's plate, while she seemed to be muttering to herself. Mr. Weasley
was inching towards the door, looking a bit nervous.
"Good morning, Harry! Sit down and have a bit of breakfast," Mrs
Weasley told Harry.
" 'Ello, Harry," added Ron with a mouth full of food. The girl looked
up, examined Harry fully, and went back to her breakfast. Harry
studied her as well.
Woa, she's. beautiful. And. gorgeous. wow. Harry thought to himself,
his eyes widening.
"RON," Mrs. Weasley looked at her youngest son exasperatedly.
Ron swallowed.
"Er, sorry, mate. This is Angie, er, Ginny's friend."
"It's Angela, Ron! For heaven's sake." The girl commented.
Suddenly Harry noticed Ginny sitting there, along with Hermione. They were both looking at him with smirking grins on their faces.
"How are you, Harry?" Hermione asked, while Ginny waved at him, laughing.
"Er, good, yeah, you?" He retorted, weakly. He slid into a chair next to Ron as the two girls dissolved in giggles.
"So, Harry, did you do that Potions essay yet? What's he trying to do,
kill us? 45 inches of parchment!" Ron asked, and so breakfast went by.
Harry couldn't stop thinking about the girl, Angela. Was she in
Ginny's year? Obviously, she didn't think much of him, from the chilly
reception at breakfast. But. Could she?
A/N: So, tell me what you think, & should I write more? Also, if you know any good stories to read, let me know!