A Year's Worth of Pranks (Year One)
Hello my dearest darlings! How are you all doing? I'm terribly sorry that I have not updated earlier, but things at school have been crazy. I would like to thank my fabulous reveiwers and send a special thank-you to Tobias Potter for being my very first reviewer. Anyway, I do not own anything that resembles something created by the glorious J. K. Rowling, but I do own Boheme and Rachel, and any other characters I invent. Have a merry insert holiday you celebrate in December and a happy New Year!
Rachel burst through the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10, and onto Platform 9 ¾. Weeelll, I'm here. That much is accomplished. Great. Now I have to find my parents, she thought. "Where are they Bo-Bo?" Rachel asked her cat Boheme.
"Me-ow!" ordered Boheme.
"Load of help you are," muttered Rachel darkly.
"Rachel, we're over here!" she heard her mother call. Rachel turned, grinning, toward her parents. She easily found them in the crowd. Her mother, Suzie as she made most people call her, was five-foot three-inches, with short, wavy blonde hair. She was warm, welcoming to all, and incredibly loving. She easily gave advice and always knows what to wear (especially in the area of shoes). Rachel's father was five-foot four-and-one-forth-inches, with very short, brown hair, slightly graying at the temples. He was always smiling boyishly and laughing. He cared about everyone, seldom lost his temper, and read like a maniac (usually he had three books going at one time).
Rachel was surprised to see that her parents were talking with two other people. She was even more surprised to see the woman talking to her parents holding the hand of one little girl with bright red hair. On the woman's other side stood a boy who appeared to be about eight or nine, also with red hair, and an unusual amount of freckles across his face. (A/N: I was not sure exactly how old Fred and George's siblings were compared to them, so I guessed. If you know, please send me a message and I will fix the ages).
Rachel looked at the man engaged in conversation with her father. The man was thin, with red hair and a receding hairline. Behind the man was a circle of three redheaded boys. One boy had horn-rimmed glasses and had an air of importance. He looks… annoying, thought Rachel. Boheme made a deep growling noise in her throat. "Yeah," Rachel said. "Rrrrrr."
On the left hand side of the bespectacled boy stood a tall, thin boy with his red hair pulled back, and what looked like a fang hanging from his earlobe. That is definitely someone to get to know. The remaining red-head was shorter than "fang-boy" and built stockily (A/N: Is that even a word? You guys know what I mean right?). This boy had an older broom hanging over his shoulder. Ah. A Qudditch player. Excellent.
Rachel was just about to make her way over to her parents and the read head bunch, when she heard the sound of two sets of wheels screeching and two identical voices saying "Oh shiiiii…" Boheme flung herself at Rachel, just as the three trolleys and two of the three persons crashed. "Whoa. Deja-vu," said Rachel to the world at random. Boheme hissed angrily at the two bodies flung across the tipped over trolleys. Two sets of identical eyes turned up toward Rachel. "Heh… oops?" said Fred.