By the way I forgot to mention that yes, I made up the wizardy American school Wagner.
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"It's always good to see someone so young interested in reading." said the librarian. Helen gave her a small smile grabbing her books she had just checked out. She practically lived here amongst the books, she not only studied here but also liked to read leisurely except for that she enjoyed reading outside at the courtyard.
Once she had checked out her book she went on her way back to the dungeons. At the door she recognized the girl's face. She gave her a second look over and the realized who she was.
"Alicia?" She asked, Alicia's eyes immediately widened at hearing her name being uttered by a Slytherine. "It's Helen." Alicia simply furrowed her brows. "I don't know if you recognize me. I was in the same boat with you on the first day of school." She said quickly.
Realization washed over her face. "Oh, Helen! Yes, I remember. You got in Slytherine?" She said gesturing to her uniform. Helen quickly looked at Alicia's and noticed the gold and red colors.
"And you're in Gryffindor." Helen said with a smile.
"It's the strangest thing to have someone like you talking to me. I feel like if they ever do it's to say some kind of rude comment." She said giving Helen a wry smile.
"Same. Well it's more like I get dirty looks from Gryffindor's. It's like I don't even need to open my mouth to get people to dislike me." Helen said rolling her eyes. "Anyways, how have you been?" she said smiling at her pleasantly.
"I've been well; everyone is really nice here…well other than…" She said giving Helen an apologetic smile. "and the castle is so beautiful."
"Fit for a princess." Helen said to herself.
"Yes. Exactly." Helen looked back at Alicia.
"Well I better get going, I need to study. I have a test coming up in transfiguration soon." Helen said, shifting her books to her right side.
"If you need help I can help you. I'm not the best in the class but I know more than enough to do well." Alicia said smiling at Helen. Helen smiled back at her.
"No thank you. I understand the material perfectly but I just want to review everything in detail to make sure I have everything memorized." Helen said.
"Oh, okay then." Alicia said shifting her weight on to her left side.
"Thank you anyways. See you around." Helen said starting to walk away, she waved at her.
"Miss Moore, can I speak with you after class?" Professor McGonagall said to Helen right after the class had been given time to catch up with homework that needed to be worked on. Helen nodded eyes wide.
The whole rest of class Helen looked back at her notes from her potions class and took side notes beside them having nothing better to do. George simply poked her the whole time.
Helen threw him a dirty look. "Shouldn't you be working on your homework?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I should, that doesn't mean I want to or will."
"You're terrible." She said going back to her notes.
"Well sorry if I'm not turning in my homework super early like a teacher's pet."
"I am not. I simply don't like to rush things and have to do things last minute. That only results in sloppy work and it's very unprofessional." She said giving him a look. It only made him roll his eyes at her.
"Did Emily tell you that?"
"No." She said firmly. "My father teaches and he complains about student always doing things last minute and how it's so obvious and becomes a bad habit." She said looking at him pointedly.
"You're father's a professor?" He asked scratching his head.
"Yeah." She said slowly.
"What does he teach?" He asked looking at her.
"History." Helen said slowly. "Now do your work."
"Sure." George said, however he continued poking Helen throughout the rest of class. Once McGonagall dismissed class everyone got up and started packing.
"If you want I'll wait for you outside class and then we can go met up with Fred at the courtyard." George said. Helen nodded as she was packing. As soon as George left McGonagall had approached her.
"Hello Miss Moore." McGonagall said smiling.
"Am I in trouble?" Helen asked, trying to get her worst fear out of the way. McGonagall simply laughed shaking her head.
"It's quite the opposite." She said once she had stopped laughing. "I just wanted to comment on how good you are in transfigurations. I also heard how you seem to be excelling in your other classes as well, especially potions. Professor Snape doesn't regularly talk about his students either."
"Really?" Helen asked grinning.
"Why yes, do keep up the good work. If you do I can see you're going to have a bright future." She said grinning at the young witch.
"Thank you Ms. McGonagall. Sorry, I meant Professor McGonagall." Helen said correcting herself. She had the supposedly incorrect habit of calling the professors Mr. or Mrs. as was common in the U.S.
"It's alright; I know how some things are different here as they are in the United States. Now go on, I think Mr. Weasley is waiting for you, very impatiently at the door I might add." She said smiling at her. Helen got up and put her back pack on.
"Okay, thank you again." She said grinning at her, suddenly feeling reenergized by McGonagall's words.
"Don't thank me, I did nothing. It's all you." She responded smiling down at the young witch.
Helen waved and said goodbye leaving to go with George as McGonagall sat down on her desk looking over a paper Helen had written. She was simply a first year but her train of thought was that of a fourth year. She needed help on her diction but her spelling, grammar and tone was excellent.
Albus had made an excellent decision, she thought to herself. Allowing that girl to come here and start fresh would do her good.
"Now where the bloody hell is Fred?" George asked looking the courtyard. Helen looked around as well.
"Maybe he also had to stay behind after class." She suggested continuing to look around for Fred.
Both George and Helen heard voices then, one of which they immediately recognized as Fred.
"Are you sure?" Fred asked, his face red, talking to an older looking boy who looked back at him, looking bored.
"Yes, we make no exceptions." said the Gryffindor boy holding a broomstick in his hand. "You have to be at least a second year."
Helen simply glared at the broomstick while George walked over to his brother. He smacked his brother upside the head lightly, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to get his brother's attention.
"Where were you? Helen and I have been waiting for you since forever." George said glaring at his brother. Fred rolled his eyes at his brother.
"Sorry for my ignorant brother, he doesn't know not to bother me when us men are talking." Fred said, brushing George off.
"Men?" George said scoffing.
"Look, I have to go back to practice." The boy said. Helen walked up to the boys and tapped Fred on his shoulder.
"Come on Fred, let's just go, can't you see he's busy trying to commit suicide." Helen said, still glaring at the broom. The older boy looked her up and down.
"Like I told George, can't you see us men are talking?" Fred said narrowing his eyes at her. Helen rolled her eyes at him.
"Fine, I'm leaving without you. Come on George." She said, turning on her heels.
"Wait." Said the older boy Fred had been talking to. "You know him?" he asked looking at Helen. She simply raised her brows, her eyes flickering over at Fred.
"Sadly." She sighed looking back at Fred.
The boy scratched the back of his neck. "Wait here." He told her. He left to go to the quidditch pitch.
"What are you doing here?" George asked Fred. Fred sighed and looked at his brother, glaring at him.
"You probably just ruined our chances at getting in the quidditch team. I was trying to convince him to let us on the team." Fred said. George's eyes widened and then he groaned.
"Why didn't you just tell me? I would have joined you."
"Good riddance, I hate quidditch." Helen said crossing her arms.
"And you" Fred said pointing at Helen with his index finger. She simply swatted it away. "If George ruined my chances you dug a hole and threw my hopes and dreams of being the only first year on the quidditch team in the hole. I hope you're happy."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Yes, I am. Quidditch is an evil sport."
"You're only saying that because you fell off the broom the first time you tried it." George said rolling his eyes at her.
"The only thing Helen Moore isn't good at. Riding a broomstick. Of which I am a professional at." Fred said smirking down at her.
"Sorry if my perfection doesn't apply to riding some mediocre broom." Helen said glaring at the two of them.
"You didn't even try again."
"And you never give up."
"I get it, shut up." Helen said. The three of them then saw the older boy coming towards them with two other older looking boys and Charlie.
"Great, they're coming to laugh at me now and it's all your fault." Whined Fred looking at Helen who simply pursed her lips, tired of Fred complaining.
All three of them stared. One of the boys stared in their direction and one of them glanced their way and elbowed the one that was staring. The three of them were grinning while Charlie narrowed his eyes at Fred.
"What did I tell you about needing to wait for next year to get on the team?" said Charlie looking down at his brothers. Helen looked at Charlie from the corner of her eyes.
"My name's Oliver Wood by the way." said the boy that Fred had previously been talking to looking at Helen. She looked away from the Weasley's' conversation.
"I'm Helen Moore." She said giving him a small smile. Then looking back at the Weasley's that were still talking with each other.
"So…are you dating one of the Weasley's?" Oliver asked. Helen couldn't help but laugh.
It took her a while to compose herself but when she did he was smiling at Oliver. "Not even close. They're way too childish for me." She told him.
"It's probably because they are first years. Personally, I'm third year." He said smirking down at her. Helen cocked a brow at him.
"Oh, really now?" She asked him, looking up at him through her lashes the way Emily does. She had just noticed how muscular he looked and how his eyes looked a very nice shade of chocolate brown.
"Are you a first year too?" He asked her. She nodded her head slowly.
"Yes, I still don't know my way around here actually, I don't really know that many people here seeing as I'm not from this country either." She said, hoping he'd get the hint. His ears immediately perked.
"Well if you want I can show you around. After two years I know this place pretty good." He said, a slight smirk on his face. Helen had to resist from grinning so widely. So this is what it felt to flirt with a guy, she thought.
"Let's go Helen." George said, grumbling. Helen looked up at George, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. He gave her a look and then he looked at Oliver, glaring at him.
"Thanks for trying." said Fred, walking away from Charlie and looking at Oliver. "Maybe if I wasn't related to the captain of the team then I'd have a chance to get in." He said loud and clear.
"No problem." Oliver told Fred, and then he looked at Helen. "It was my pleasure." Fred looked away not seeing the look Oliver was giving Helen who was simply looking at the twins.
"Come on then." said Fred. "I'm starving."
Author's note: Next chapter will be a bit sped up; the main story is going to take place during their sixth year. This is more like background info to the story.
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