Gryffindor Girls: Year 1, Ch II
Continued, please r/r
"How...many...more...flights?" Lily panted, dragging her trunk up the stairs. "I mean, being in Gryffindor... well, it was the only house Iwanted to be in, but honestly, it must be the farthest away!"
"Love to help, really, but I've got my own issues," Sirius said from above her. Below Lily, a quiet, lanky boy was carrying his trunk with relative ease.
"Here," he said gruffly, hefting his trunk up to one shoulder as Lily winced. With strenght she wouldn't have believed possible on his wiry frame, he grabbed her trunk wit his free hand and began dragging that up, leaving Lily to gape, frozen on the stairwell.
"There...have to be...spells for this." Esmera appeared around the curve of the stairs. Lily ignored her.
"Did you see that?" She asked, awed.
"Yeah, since your trunk is conveintly gone, you can help me." Lily smiled and grabbed the other handle, and the two girls continued up the stairs.
Lily pounced on the lanky boy the moment she entered the common room. "Thank you!" She exclaimed, smiling almost obtrusively. "I can't believe you can carry so much... What'd you say you're name was?"
"Remus," the boy muttered, keeping his eyes downcast.
Lily didn't notice his reserved attitude. "You seem older then eleven...and no offense, but I would never have quessed you were so strong!"
"I'm thirteen," Remus told her, for the first time looking her in the eye. And he walked off, leaving Lily to stare after him.
"You know, he's kinda cute." Esmera had come up from behind and drapped her arm around Lily in sisterly fashion. "Wonder why he's starting so late, though."
Sirius, with a dramatic sigh, collapsed onto the ground. Esmera gave him a scornful look, while Lily giggled. Amara, carrying her trunk towards the stairs leading up to the rooms, stepped over him.
"Doormat," she muttered so only he could here. Her cat, following her, snorted and walked across Sirius's chest. Even James had to laugh.
"She has definitely got attitude," Sirius said, sitting up, half in scorn and half in admiration. "And her cat's got just as much."
A small, diminutive and slightly pudgy boy was edging around them, trying to remain inconspicous while attracting attention at the same time.
"Hey, fellow gryffindor," Sirius pulled himself up. "You're Peter, right?"
Peter nodded, trying to keep his head down and nod at the same time. "Peter Pettigrew," he murmured. "And you're Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Smith, Esmera Silkin, and Justine Saharan." He went around the room. At the last name, everyone turned to the girl that had quietly edged up behind them. She was tall and dark skinned, with an athletic build and black eyes.
"Hi," she said, smiling shyly. She sat down next to Lily, blushing as everyone watched her. When she didn't say anything more, James turned to Peter.
"How'd you know who we all were?" he asked.
"You all got sorted. I rembered," he muttered, eyes still focused on the floor. Esmera, bored, yawned, and glanced at Lily, who glanced at Justine.
"I'm going upstairs," Esmera announced, standing up.
"Thanks for the warning," Sirius commented. Esmera went towards the stairs, followed by Lily and Justine.
"Oh I think I've just died and seen heaven!" Lily exclaimed, coming into the room. Four four poster beds were lined neatly in a row, topped with frilly sheets. Esmera gave her a look that conveyed a thousand words.
"Perfect for studying, I suppose?" she asked, claiming one of the beds by setting her owl onto it.
Lily chose to ingore the comment. "Amara, which bed is yours?" Amara had been sitting on the bed closest to the window, reading a book. At Lily's question, she turned, and raised an eyebrow.
"The one I'm sitting on." There was faint sarcasm in her voice. Lily chose to ignore that, too.
"Well, I'll take the one next to it," Lily announce imperiously, and dropped her trunk by it before plooping herself onto Lily's bed. "What are you reading?"
This time, Amara didn't even bother to look up. "Spells to use on people who can't take a hint," she muttered.
This time, Lily managed to pick up on her sarcasm. "Well... fine, I'll just go read or something." After two minutes of reading, she gave up, and began organizing her already immculate trunk.
Esmera went over to sit next to Justine. "You're not from England, are you?" Esmera wasn't one to bother with small talk; she cut right to what she had been wondering.
"No," Justine said shyly. "I'm from Northern Africa."
"Oh." Esmera thought about this for a moment, then went back to her bed. As Justine and Lily watched, fascinated, she pulled out every single wizard beauty product imaginable and began applying them to her face, hair, and legs, paying no heed to her housemate's bewildered stares. Having finished (a half hour later) she slipped into a skimpy silk nightgown, put on a sleeping mask, and promptly fell alseep, resembling a corpse in a coffin. Justine, after writing a long letter to her family, did the same, but she lay sprawled out across the bed in such away that she resembled a corpse that had just been flung off the top of a tower. Lily eventually gave up on cleaning up an already clean trunk, and went to bed; but only after unsuccesfully pestering Amara some more. Unfortuantly, both Lily and Justine snored, and Amara, who was still trying to read, was forced to go back down stairs.
The common room was dark when she entered it. Amara let out a sigh of relief; she'd been afraid the boys would still be there and she'd have just as much reading here as there. But is was kinda dark and creepy, with the moonlight casting shadow's across the room. Amara was not a coward, but the book she happened to be reading involved a certain amount of mystery, and it was with acertain amount of reluctance that she stepped into the common room.
"BOO!" Sirius jumped off the stairs behind her. Amara jumped. "Scare you?" he asked, looking pleased.
"No," Amara growled. Sirius grinned, and clapped his hands, sending light flooding through the room.
"Yes I did. What are you doing down here anyway?" Sirius smiled, peering around to look at her.
"I could ask the same of you," Amara told him.
"But you haven't yet, and besides that, I asked you first," Sirius told her with purest logic.
"Reading. Now what are you doing down here?" Amara sat down on one of the couches.
"Do you know what it's like to have people snore in your room. Honestly, I didn't know Peter had it in him...," Sirius scowled, than quickly grinned again. "Anyhow, I couldn't sleep."
"Homesick?" Amara asked, not really listening.
"Yeah, actually," Sirius sat down next to her, sighing and becoming serious. "Not my parents or anything... but my friends. I mean, I always knew I was a wizard, but my parents are divorced, and my dad went off to work in America. My mom's a muggle, she loved my father, but there were problems. So I grew up pretty much like a muggle, and it's like I'm leaving all that behind."
"I know how you feel," Amara said, closing her books. "I'm... I left... let's just say my family isn't exactly average, and while we knew about Hogwarts and magic... Well, I'm the first one to go here. And ever since I decided to go... they all started treating me differently."
"My mom kinda flipped when I got the Hogwarts letter. But she kept insisting that I go... I don't really know why," Sirius told her, eyes glazing over as he recalled distant memories.
"Yeah, well, she supported you." Amara sighed, and stood up. "I really should go to bed... see ya tommorrow."
"Yeah," Sirius muttered, still reliving a different time. "Yeah."
The was the second chapter! Please r/r!!!
Continued, please r/r
"How...many...more...flights?" Lily panted, dragging her trunk up the stairs. "I mean, being in Gryffindor... well, it was the only house Iwanted to be in, but honestly, it must be the farthest away!"
"Love to help, really, but I've got my own issues," Sirius said from above her. Below Lily, a quiet, lanky boy was carrying his trunk with relative ease.
"Here," he said gruffly, hefting his trunk up to one shoulder as Lily winced. With strenght she wouldn't have believed possible on his wiry frame, he grabbed her trunk wit his free hand and began dragging that up, leaving Lily to gape, frozen on the stairwell.
"There...have to be...spells for this." Esmera appeared around the curve of the stairs. Lily ignored her.
"Did you see that?" She asked, awed.
"Yeah, since your trunk is conveintly gone, you can help me." Lily smiled and grabbed the other handle, and the two girls continued up the stairs.
Lily pounced on the lanky boy the moment she entered the common room. "Thank you!" She exclaimed, smiling almost obtrusively. "I can't believe you can carry so much... What'd you say you're name was?"
"Remus," the boy muttered, keeping his eyes downcast.
Lily didn't notice his reserved attitude. "You seem older then eleven...and no offense, but I would never have quessed you were so strong!"
"I'm thirteen," Remus told her, for the first time looking her in the eye. And he walked off, leaving Lily to stare after him.
"You know, he's kinda cute." Esmera had come up from behind and drapped her arm around Lily in sisterly fashion. "Wonder why he's starting so late, though."
Sirius, with a dramatic sigh, collapsed onto the ground. Esmera gave him a scornful look, while Lily giggled. Amara, carrying her trunk towards the stairs leading up to the rooms, stepped over him.
"Doormat," she muttered so only he could here. Her cat, following her, snorted and walked across Sirius's chest. Even James had to laugh.
"She has definitely got attitude," Sirius said, sitting up, half in scorn and half in admiration. "And her cat's got just as much."
A small, diminutive and slightly pudgy boy was edging around them, trying to remain inconspicous while attracting attention at the same time.
"Hey, fellow gryffindor," Sirius pulled himself up. "You're Peter, right?"
Peter nodded, trying to keep his head down and nod at the same time. "Peter Pettigrew," he murmured. "And you're Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Smith, Esmera Silkin, and Justine Saharan." He went around the room. At the last name, everyone turned to the girl that had quietly edged up behind them. She was tall and dark skinned, with an athletic build and black eyes.
"Hi," she said, smiling shyly. She sat down next to Lily, blushing as everyone watched her. When she didn't say anything more, James turned to Peter.
"How'd you know who we all were?" he asked.
"You all got sorted. I rembered," he muttered, eyes still focused on the floor. Esmera, bored, yawned, and glanced at Lily, who glanced at Justine.
"I'm going upstairs," Esmera announced, standing up.
"Thanks for the warning," Sirius commented. Esmera went towards the stairs, followed by Lily and Justine.
"Oh I think I've just died and seen heaven!" Lily exclaimed, coming into the room. Four four poster beds were lined neatly in a row, topped with frilly sheets. Esmera gave her a look that conveyed a thousand words.
"Perfect for studying, I suppose?" she asked, claiming one of the beds by setting her owl onto it.
Lily chose to ingore the comment. "Amara, which bed is yours?" Amara had been sitting on the bed closest to the window, reading a book. At Lily's question, she turned, and raised an eyebrow.
"The one I'm sitting on." There was faint sarcasm in her voice. Lily chose to ignore that, too.
"Well, I'll take the one next to it," Lily announce imperiously, and dropped her trunk by it before plooping herself onto Lily's bed. "What are you reading?"
This time, Amara didn't even bother to look up. "Spells to use on people who can't take a hint," she muttered.
This time, Lily managed to pick up on her sarcasm. "Well... fine, I'll just go read or something." After two minutes of reading, she gave up, and began organizing her already immculate trunk.
Esmera went over to sit next to Justine. "You're not from England, are you?" Esmera wasn't one to bother with small talk; she cut right to what she had been wondering.
"No," Justine said shyly. "I'm from Northern Africa."
"Oh." Esmera thought about this for a moment, then went back to her bed. As Justine and Lily watched, fascinated, she pulled out every single wizard beauty product imaginable and began applying them to her face, hair, and legs, paying no heed to her housemate's bewildered stares. Having finished (a half hour later) she slipped into a skimpy silk nightgown, put on a sleeping mask, and promptly fell alseep, resembling a corpse in a coffin. Justine, after writing a long letter to her family, did the same, but she lay sprawled out across the bed in such away that she resembled a corpse that had just been flung off the top of a tower. Lily eventually gave up on cleaning up an already clean trunk, and went to bed; but only after unsuccesfully pestering Amara some more. Unfortuantly, both Lily and Justine snored, and Amara, who was still trying to read, was forced to go back down stairs.
The common room was dark when she entered it. Amara let out a sigh of relief; she'd been afraid the boys would still be there and she'd have just as much reading here as there. But is was kinda dark and creepy, with the moonlight casting shadow's across the room. Amara was not a coward, but the book she happened to be reading involved a certain amount of mystery, and it was with acertain amount of reluctance that she stepped into the common room.
"BOO!" Sirius jumped off the stairs behind her. Amara jumped. "Scare you?" he asked, looking pleased.
"No," Amara growled. Sirius grinned, and clapped his hands, sending light flooding through the room.
"Yes I did. What are you doing down here anyway?" Sirius smiled, peering around to look at her.
"I could ask the same of you," Amara told him.
"But you haven't yet, and besides that, I asked you first," Sirius told her with purest logic.
"Reading. Now what are you doing down here?" Amara sat down on one of the couches.
"Do you know what it's like to have people snore in your room. Honestly, I didn't know Peter had it in him...," Sirius scowled, than quickly grinned again. "Anyhow, I couldn't sleep."
"Homesick?" Amara asked, not really listening.
"Yeah, actually," Sirius sat down next to her, sighing and becoming serious. "Not my parents or anything... but my friends. I mean, I always knew I was a wizard, but my parents are divorced, and my dad went off to work in America. My mom's a muggle, she loved my father, but there were problems. So I grew up pretty much like a muggle, and it's like I'm leaving all that behind."
"I know how you feel," Amara said, closing her books. "I'm... I left... let's just say my family isn't exactly average, and while we knew about Hogwarts and magic... Well, I'm the first one to go here. And ever since I decided to go... they all started treating me differently."
"My mom kinda flipped when I got the Hogwarts letter. But she kept insisting that I go... I don't really know why," Sirius told her, eyes glazing over as he recalled distant memories.
"Yeah, well, she supported you." Amara sighed, and stood up. "I really should go to bed... see ya tommorrow."
"Yeah," Sirius muttered, still reliving a different time. "Yeah."
The was the second chapter! Please r/r!!!