"Have you read any of the textbooks yet?"
I was surprised that anyone else had even thought to read ahead. "Yes. I'm about five chapters in each."
Lily smiled. "I'm around four chapters ahead. Save for Potions, I'm seven ahead. I find it fascinating."
I grinned at her. "Potions is nice. I likeTransfiguration the best." I didn't think I needed to tell her that I had finished our text book. In fact, I was several levels ahead in Transfiguration.
As Grits began to eat on her own, drink on her own, and start to fly, I became more and more fascinated by her. My mother thought that I was just excited to have something living, something to interact with, something other than those dolls my father insisted on giving me.
In a way, I can credit Grits for my intelligence. I began reading everything I could on owls as soon as I could. By the time I was eight my magical vocabulary was nearing Hunter's, who had been in school for a few years.
When I was nine, I stumbled upon an article about Animagi. The knowledge that I could turn into an animal was in my head for weeks. I had no idea how I was going to do it, but I knew that I wanted to become an Animagus.
She nodded in agreement. "It's hard to find a class not to like."
We talked about the subjects and what we thought of them so far, based on reading the text. She told me about the first time she did magic in front of her sister and I told her about the first time I showed my parents.
I was only three years old when it was obvious that I was a witch. It was a cold January morning, and another cold front had come in the night. My mother was taking me to the bathroom against my will. I needed to use the bathroom, but I knew from previous experience that the set would be ridiculously cold. Mom got my pajama bottoms down and sat me down on the seat. And that's when it happened. I levitated off the seat. I was still crying, in the sitting position, but I was about a foot off the seat. My mother called for my father and he came running in. When I opened my eyes I saw his smiling face. It seemed a lot closer than usual so I looked down and saw that I was flying above the ground. That's when I freaked out. A few hours later my Dad was paying a contractor to "finish redecorating the bathroom", my mother was out cold on the couch, and I had seven stitches in my forehead.
An ancient woman rolled a trolley down the aisle and knocked on the compartment doors. "Do you rotters want anything?" When the woman came to use we were too scared to ask for anything, we simply shook our heads.
"I think she called us brats," Lily whispered to me.
I nodded. "I don't doubt it."
Lily suggested that we find some food before changing into our robes. I agreed, my stomach was growling loudly. I patted it sadly. "We could go see if those boys have food," I suggested.
Lily made a face but agreed. "I think it would be best to ask someone who doesn't know how to charm food."
I laughed as we headed toward to compartment were we thought the boy with the glasses would be. Lily knocked and I slid the door open. "Do you boys have any -- oh!"
There were three boys in the compartment and they all turned tolook at Lily and me. The glasses boy was there along with the mousy boy from earlier along with another. The third boy had brown hair and looked tired, though he was chewing a bar of chocolate. Whatsurprised me was the mound offood that was between them.
Lily laughed as the boy with glasses tried to gather all the trash around him. The mousy boy whipped his mouth while the tired boy continued eatinghis chocolate. "We were wondering if you boys hadany sparefood," Lily explained.
The glasses boy nodded and pointed to the mound. He swallowed hard."Help yourselves. I'm James Potter. This is Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin."
"Nice to meet you," Lily said, pick up a few candies.
"Hi," I said while unwrapping a Chocolate Frog.
"Are you girls going to be in First year, too?" James asked.
We nodded as we ate. I reached over and took a few more Frogs. Delicious.
James puffed out his chest. "I hope to be in Gryffindor. Peter is probably going to be in Hufflepuff, poor guy. And Remus there will be a Ravenclaw for sure."
Lily smiled brightly at Remus as I got defensive about Hufflepuff. "What's so bad about Hufflepuff?"
James grinned. "Oh nothing, its just for wussies."
I whipped out my wand and stuck it between his eyes. "My mother was a Hufflepuff," I growled.
Just then another boy charged into the compartment. "Hey James I found out where Snivilus -- whoa."
His entry had distracted me and James had his wand out and pointed at my neck when I looked back. He grinned. "This is Sirius Black. Black as in from the long line of Slytherins. He knows the Dark Arts."
"No I don't."
"Hush!"
Lily and I laughed and James blushed a bright
red and I loweredmy wand.James did the same.
"So who are you?" Sirius asked.
James coughed. "Sirius these are -- um -- I don't know."
Lily and I laughed again, causing James to turn a deeper shade of red.
"I'm Lily and this is Shelly. We want to be in Ravenclaw."
"Oh! You hear that Remus? Girl nerds!" Sirius seemed to be pleased with himself. I noticed the Lily blushed a little though. Remun nodded and smiled at Lily.
"Well," Lily said, "we'll just take a few more Frogs and get back to our compartment. See you later."
They said goodbye as we scooped up a few Frogs and departed.
When we were back in our compartment we busted out laughing. After we were done with the Frogs we changed into our robes and talked about the four boys. There was a lot of blushing and giggling.