Part-Time Phobia
"Is it scary?" She's been worrying about Hogwarts ever since she got her letter at the beginning of the summer. You can't really understand what she's worried about, she's never been the worrying kind before now. She's always been the first one to try climbing a tree or test out how cold the water is in the stream you sometimes paddle in. She didn't even have any problems joining in with the violent game of Quidditch that you and your friends were playing just last week on the Burrow's large lawn. She marched straight up to them and demanded they let her play beater. They laughed, of course, at the little girl, her face reddened with anger. You didn't dare laugh though, you had seen her in action. She snatched the bludger and threw it straight at Thomas' head, luckily Hermione had charmed it so that it wasn't so fast or painful, but needless to say, everyone got the message and she spent the next few days flying circles around them.
"Nah," You realise you don't sound very convincing, but you're mind is too focused on figuring out what on earth could phase her. She's stunning. Not pretty or cute like a normal 11 year old, she's take your breath away beautiful. She looks older than she is and until your growth spurt this summer, she could have been mistaken for being older than you, instead of being 2 years your junior. This will get her a lot of attention from the boys when she arrives at Hogwarts, you're certain, but you can't imagine that she would find it a problem. She's used to attention from your friends and she's tough, really tough. She'd have no trouble swatting any annoying males out of her way.
"Teddy," She's looking at you with her serious face, her eyes stern and her mouth fixed into an almost perfectly straight line. You don't like that face, you don't think anyone below the age of 16 should be able to do it. It's the kind of look Harry uses when he knows you're lying or covering something up.
"I promise you it's not scary," You try to sound reassuring, though it's difficult in the state your voice is in at the moment. Hermoine says you sound like a muggle cartoon character, Scooby Doo or something. You hope it's fully broken by the time term starts, otherwise you've decided you won't talk to anyone outside a close group of friends. You haven't quite worked out how you'll avoid answering questions in class. There's a slight chance that Harry might lend you his cloak, if you say it's so you can check up on the slightly rebellious Victoire, Bill will certainly help your plea, but you doubt Harry would ever part with the item.
"Ok," Ok? Just like that? You can't understand how all her worries could wash away so quickly. She smiles, trying to supress a laugh, and you realise you probably have your 'confused face' on.
"Just ok?"
"Well, you never break promises," All anxiety dispears and when you hear Bill calling you in for dinner, she stands up quickly and faces the white cottage. She flicks her head back to face you, her long hair whipping around as she does so. "Race you," A devilish grin appears on her face and you can't help but smile at her antics.
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