Sidney's P.O.V.
Dinner, one of Merlin's gifts, and one of the high-lights of my day. I sat across from Kimber and beside Crabbe and Goyle. I was finished with the main course and I was about to dig into a brownie.
"Hey! Who said you get the last brownie?" Crabbe whined.
I stopped, and slowly turned to him, he was kidding me right? Did he actually give a crap about the last brownie?
"I did," I said calmly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to enjoy its wonderful tastiness," I said, biting into the brownie, but before my teeth reached the brownie, Crabbe hit it out of my hands. The brownie flew into the air, and unforgettably, landed on a Ravenclaw's girl's head. Before I could even flip out on Crabbe, the Ravenclaw girl jumped from her seat and looked at Crabbe and I.
"Which one of you bitches threw this at me!" she yelled, holding the brownie in her hand as evidence.
Crabbe made a run for it, like the little wimp he was, and I was faced with the angry Ravenclaw girl.
"Um, I can explain," I stood. "I was eating it, and Crabbe, the fat boy that just ran away, hit it out of my hands, and, I'm really sorry," I rushed, without taking a breath. I've gotten into fights before, but I wasn't going to take the blame for the fat ass's mistake.
After the whole thing was solved, I started talking to the girl, and I later learned that her name was Whittley. As a Ravenclaw, she was smart, and she showed it with no regrets. I liked her, we seemed to be into the same stuff and she was funny, so, I continued to talk to her.
Whittley's P.O.V
It was a little strange that I had started up a conversation with someone I had thought decorated my brown hair with a brownie. Staying seated backwards and bending over was hurting my back, so I found an excuse to get back to my meal. Hopefully the next time we spoke it happened under kinder terms.
I sat there eating and reading a book. There were many people seated next to me, but no one tried to strike up a conversation. I thought my angered cussing shout had frightened them. I thanked that no adults heard me. My parents would have had a cow if they knew I said words like those.
"Excuse me…" a girl said. I looked up from my book to see a girl with blond hair about my age staring at me.
"Yes?" I asked trying to remain dominant, but also friendly.
"You're sleeve is in the chocolate pudding…" the girl pointed to my left arm. I looked down.
"So it is." I stated. I didn't bother to move it. It was already dirty. My eyes went back to my book.
"Aren't you going to move it?" she asked.
I closed my book and put it on the table. I pulled my arm up and grabbed some napkins. I dabbed the napkins on the pudding covered sleeve. "Happy?"
The blond girl looked a little offended. "I was just trying to help…"
She looked sad so I decided to be nice. "Sorry. It's just a good book."
Her expression softened immediately. "I know what you mean. I love to read."
"Oh really? Isn't that great."
"My name is Lisa. Lisa Turnip. What's yours?"
"Whittley." I left out my last name. I didn't want to be too familiar with this girl.
"Where are you from?" She asked. "You have a strange accent…"
I thought about how I sounded and how it was different from most of the people here. "Uh… American Irish." I said in my apparently odd accent. I was born in Ireland but I moved to America when I was six. I moved back to Ireland when I was nine. My accents must have gotten mixed up along the way.
"So are you in my year?" I asked Lisa.
"Yeah," she thought for a moment. "I saw you when you got sorted."
"Great." I was thinking that this was probably going to be my friend from now on.
"Have you met Luna? She's a bit strange, but she's really nice."
I shook my head. "Oh really? She sounds like my type of person. The weirdness I mean.
"I'll introduce you to her. Hey Lu-" She was cut off by a loud bell. "Oh.. Well maybe you can meet her in class. Come on." She stood up and expected me to follow.
I stood up and took a step forward when I remembered my book still on the table. I took an abrupt step back ward and turned.
I crashed into someone.
I let out a slight shout and stumbled backward. I tilted my head slightly up to see who I had run into, which was odd. Not many eleven year olds were five feet and three inches tall. It was a boy with dark hair. He had an eerie feeling to him.
"Could you watch where you're going?" He said with a rude tone.
"Well sorry!" I said with a sarcastic tone. I grabbed my book and stormed away from the guy. I looked back when I was at the end of the tables and he was still standing there with an eerie look about him.
Kimber's P.O.V
The next day I awoke to loud snoring coming from the dorm above mine and Sidney's. I glanced over at the clock, it read 2:19 a.m. I got up with a sigh. Throwing on my black lace robe, and slippers. I shuffled over to the door, and quietly opened it up. Trying not to wake Sidney. I rushed up the stairs, and threw open the next dorm door. Inside was Pansy Parkinson, Milicent Bulstrode, and one other girl whose name I didn't know. Milicent and the other girl lay silently. But Pansy, was in a snoring fit.
I tip-toed towards her bed. Grabbing my wand out of my sweat pockets, as I got closer.
I reached the side of her bed, and grabbed her shirt collar roughly. Waking her up. I pointed my wand in her face, " Pansy, If you don't stop your snoring. I am going to kill you." Her eyes flashed frightened and she quietly nodded. Then I ran back out of the room.
I tried sneaking back into my room, but Sidney was awake waiting for me.
" You really don't know how to whisper. I could hear you threatening Pansy." Sidney laughed.
" Oh, well it was for a good reason."
" Understandable. It is Pansy. I'm cool if you threatened her for just breathing." We both laughed at that thought. Sidney and myself then crawled back into our beds. And attempted to get a little more sleep.