A.N. I Realise Its Been A While Since I Updated Cheryl, So I Thought She Was Due. Just A Note Though: I Might Not Be Able To Get Much Done In The Time To Come As I Have My GCSE's, To Those Who Don't Know Lets Just Say Theyre Pretty Important. So, If I Don't Update, It DOESN'T Mean Im Abandoning The Story – Just That It May Take A While. XD.

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Heavy November rain beat against the window. Howling November wind screamed as it whipped through the cold air. A complete and utter contrast to the previous day, by anyone's standards.

Cheryl Tempers lazily opened one eye. The sickeningly lavender curtains flowed gently, tickling her arm. "Urghh" she moaned, as she reached over to the dresser to grab her alarm clock. 6:45. About time to get up. Well, no time like the present.

Cheryl threw back her duvet and swung her legs to the right side of her bed, and let her feet land on the floor. She sunk them into fluffy, white slippers, grabbed her dressing gown and made her way over to the bathroom. It was unusual for Cheryl to be the first one awake, and on the rare occurrences it did happen it was usual for her to go back to sleep, but the pure excitement and exhilaration of being at a new school with new friends made this an utterly impossible task. She locked the bathroom door behind her and her tired hands made their way over to the shower's power button, and she turned it on.

She slipped off her pyjama bottoms with ease. However, when it came to her top, as she was pulling it up her hand grazed across her seemingly flawless stomach, over the one imperfection she carried. She inwardly cringed as her fingers lightly touched the only part of her body she never showed, the one that embarrassed her no end. This part of her body was a small part of the reason she never slept with Jason, her ex boyfriend. Of course, the main reason was that she wasn't a complete whore, because she knew he'd drop her as soon as he got what he wanted. The slimeball. But, her self confidence about her body did play a part. She knew it wasn't her fault. She knew it was something she couldn't change. And she knew that even if she could, she shouldn't change it. But she also knew that she desperately wanted to.

As she completely undressed, she stepped into the cubicle to take a long, hot, de-stressing shower to prepare her for the day ahead. As the hot water trickled along her skin, Cheryl felt her eyes drooping yet again, and her whole body slumped against the wall and slid down. 'I'll just rest for a moment', she thought, but within seconds she had fallen asleep.

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Half an hour later…

After waking, completely washing herself and her hair (A.N. I Don't Know Why I Didn't Include Hair In Completely Washing Herself, It Just Didn't Feel Right Lolz), Cheryl stepped out of the shower and dried herself. After wrapping her towel around her head, she used another to wipe away the steam from the mirror. Altogether, Cheryl was happy with what she saw as a reflection. She always was. Cheryl knew she was a pretty girl, but never saw herself as stunning. She knew that was how other people saw her, but she couldn't bring herself to think it also. When she looked in the mirror, she still saw the same Cheryl Tempers she had seen ten years ago, the last time she had seen Sirius Black before yesterday. It was only when she remembered that ten years ago she had been a six year old girl, and was now sixteen, that it finally sunk in how much she had changed. She shook her head, grinning to herself at memories past, and continued with getting ready.

When she had brushed her teeth etc., Cheryl made her way out of the bathroom in her dressing gown. She looked around the room, from left to right, and saw that not one of the remaining beings had stirred from their everlasting slumbers. 'Lazy sods', she thought to herself. Ever the little prankster, Cheryl quietly snuck over to her suitcase, and pulled out a miniscule electric guitar and amplifier, and brought them back to their original size. See, although Cheryl had never had any magical training, she was an exceptional witch. After some careful plugging, twisting and altering, Cheryl found herself ready to strum on that guitar. Her fingers positioned themselves, and in one very swift second, her hand strummed that guitar like there was no tomorrow. The other girls in the dormitory leapt out of bed, shrieking in freight, with the added immense pain of being deafened before even awaking. The only Tempers to ever make it to magical school cackled as though she belonged in a witch's coven.

The other girls in the room stared in amazement and astonishment. "What the…" was all that managed to escape from the mouth of one Phoenix Clay. Lily Evans was unable to make any sound at all, while Emily and Katie Daly muttered under their breath. No noise emitted amongst the room. Then, all of a sudden, a stifled, spluttering giggle came out of Asher Abrahams small little mouth, which then turned into a humongous roar of laughter. It didn't take the other occupants of the room long to catch on, and soon the whole dormitory was collapsed on the floor, out of breath, tears streaming down their puffed-up, tired little faces from laughter.

They quickly composed themselves and the room became a scurry of madness, as the girls readied themselves for the day. As Cheryl sat on her bed, pocket mirror in hand, applying a lipgloss entitled 'Star Girl', she felt a million dollars. She couldn't wait for her first day at school, magic school no less. She went over the list of classes she had that day in her head: Muggle Studies, obviously she would pass that with flying colours; Divination, sounded difficult by everyone who described it, other than Lily, who claimed it was a load of old tosh; Arithmancy, which Cheryl hoped wasn't like arithmetic as although she excelled in many things, mathematics was not one of them; double Potions, which although the other moaned about, with the exception of Lily, Cheryl was actually quite looking forward to. In her last school, admittedly a muggle school, she excelled in Chemistry, and hoped Potions would go down the same route. She figured being good at potions would be vital to her success as a prankster during her stay at Hogwarts.

A small cough distracted Cheryl from her thoughts. She tore her eyes away from the mirror, and slipped her lipgloss stick back into its pot. Stood before her, hand outstretched, grin plastered on her elfish face, was Emily Daly. Cheryl remembered vaguely something that Katie had said the previous night – "Don't mind her, she's just knackered. In the morning she'll be perkier and more annoying than anything you have even seen in your entire life." Cheryl thought Emily couldn't possibly be that bad, when a fire alarm went off. Oh no, forgive me, it was just Emily beginning to speak. "Hiyaaaa! I don't think we have had the pleasure of being introduced, you must be Cheryl. I'm Emily!! In case you didn't guess, Katie and I are twins. Were from Manchester, you know, but we actually born in Paris. Isn't that fantastic? The city of love! Hopefully I'm destined for love and romance this year. Do you believe in that? Destiny and everything I mean? I do, I think everything you do is meant to happen. So where do you come from anyway? I mean, I know you come from a muggle area, clearly, we heard all that yesterday, but where abouts? With your accent I'm guessing you come from London, but you can't be too sure these days, I mean…" Cheryl let Emily carry on, nodding with her eyes slightly wide, wondering aimlessly how the girl managed to talk without running out of steam. She found her eyes searching the dormitory, and from the other side she found Katie brushing her hair, mimicking everything Emily said into her mirror. Cheryl smiled. Katie had lovely hair, but then again so did Emily, even though it looked so different. That was one of the few differences between the two, other than their volume. Katie had long, sweeping brown hair way past her shoulders, while Emily had short, cropped blackish hair just below her ears.

"OI! I SEE YOU! I SEE YOU KATIE ANNABELLE DALY! DON'T YOU MOCK ME, I SAID DON'T YOU MOCK ME! DO NOT TAKE THE PISS OUT OF EMILY JANE DALY!!!" (A.N. By The Way, Their Middle Names Arent Really Annabelle And Jane, But I Was Going With The Flow!)

Cheryl giggled to herself, before looking back at Emily. "Ah yes, now where were we? Oh yeah, so how do you know Sirius Black?" Cheryl sighed to herself as she retold the story she had not 24 hours ago told the others at dinner last night.

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10 minutes later…

The girls ceremoniously lined in precession to march down the dormitory tower stairs naturally. Although it was Cheryl's first time, she found herself falling into line in just the right place, without being told, and keeping in step with the others.

In the Gryffindor common room, fire blazing, stood four boys with their backs to a sofa, waiting. One, tall, with short black hair and thick yet somehow sexy glasses, stood with his legs quite far apart, seemingly ready to go into the splits, however distracting himself by one-ball juggling with a golden snitch replica. The next, just as tall, with longer black hair and an infamous pout stood with his right leg tucked behind the left, leaning back on his muscular arms and puffing out his chest as if to say, "Come and get me, ladies!". The following, a taller boy with golden blonde hair and a scar running from his left ear down his neck, stood feet together, twiddling his thumbs. The final boy, the shortest of the four, with sandy blonde hair and of a, ahem, podgier disposition stood, slouched over, on the verge of falling asleep. They had seen all the Gryffindor girls come down one by one, all except the one dormitory of girls they were waiting on. At the sound of the last wooden door slamming, they all stood to attention, ready to welcome their friends to a new day (A.N. Urgh Cheesy Line I Know, I Just Couldn't Think Of Anything Else). They raised their heads and looked to the staircase, and saw the girls leading down in a line worthy of a trouper.

First came Lily, the obvious leader of the group, dark red hair, a white and grey striped vest top that clung to her curves and dark denim shorts, showing off her long legs, with black and white converse trainers.

Next, as predicted, came Phoenix. Her long blonde hair shone explicably today, and her white, pink and gold off-the-shoulder top showed off her slender shoulders. Her light blue denim skirt drew eyes to her hips, and classic black heels lengthened her legs. It was days like these that made you see how Phoenix had become the most beautiful girl in school.

After Phoenix came Cheryl. Although she was the new girl, she instantly adapted to the sashaying protocol, enjoying herself immensely. She wore her usual uniform of black vest top, black skirt, black heels, but still managed to look breathtaking.

After Cheryl, came a girl who certainly caught the attention of one Sirius Black, Asher. A purple cap was placed on top of her astonishingly black hair, and her bright yellow vest top and dark scarf showed off her olive skin. She wore black suede boots with navy blue jeans, which clung so tightly to her bottom you could almost imagine it bursting out. At least, that was what Sirius was doing.

Next to follow in line was Emily. She didn't really take advantage of the non-uniform day they had been granted for Cheryl's first day, and wore simply a white tank top and tartan skirt with black dolly shoes that had a white bow.

Lastly, came Katie who, unlike her sister, relaxed in a black cap-sleeved t-shirt with a skull and crossbones, dark brown jeans with black netting at the top, and opposite shoes to her sister – white dollies with black bows.

Upon the arrival of Lily, James ruffled his hair nervously and straightened his sweater. 'Good lord, man, don't give yourself a conniption fit' Cheryl giggled to herself. As Phoenix reached the bottom of the stairs, all four men stood to attention and grinned as she waved, and as the others relaxed themselves slightly Peter twisted the cuff on his wrist. Despite being thought uncooler than the others, Cheryl had to admit Peter looked pretty damn good in his own clothes. A signature Gryffindor red t-shirt, black casual waistcoat, black scuffed jeans and black boots with a studded cuff on his wrist, Peter looked better than Cheryl would ever have imagined him. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Sirius winked and puffed out his orange clad chest, and pulled up the collar of his brown leather jacket in an attempt to look cool. Remus laughed at him and smiled widely at her, and Cheryl couldn't help but notice how his candy-striped shirt brought out his blue eyes. She turned her head to Sirius, and saw him appear flustered as Asher reached the bottom, and everyone grinned when the twins finally made the descent to the bottom of the staircase. Sirius was the first to speak.

"Ah, ladies, I must say you all look lovely. Especially you darling!" he joked as he took Phoenix's hand and gently placed a kiss on top of it. She laughed and gently swatted him away. "Well, I think I speak for all of us when I say you gents look rather dashing yourselves. Aren't I right, ladies?"

Phoenix's call was met by plenty of approving calls. This was enough for The Marauders.

"Alrighty then" James said with a smile. "Shall we get down to breakfast then? I'm bloody starving!"

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A couple of minutes later (A.N. I Know Im Doing A Lot Of These For One Chapter But I Really Wanna Cut Boring Bits Out)…

The group of ten took their places around the Gryffindor table, but not before receiving some disapproving glares from the Slytherin table. The first to sit was James, with Remus on his left and Emily on his right. Peter then sat on Emily's right, Katie sat opposite him, with Lily on her left and Sirius on her right and Cheryl on his. Asher then sat opposite Remus, leaving Phoenix to sit next to Peter, but she was happy to oblige, smiling at him widely.

Cheryl liked being in a big group. She had officially decided. It was more fun this way, and there was always someone to talk to. She found herself in a discussion with James, who was telling her all about Quidditch. "Tryouts are tomorrow" he said, "You should come and watch, if not tryout." She decided that she would. Looking around, she found Asher in a debate with Remus about Herbology, about the effects of using gillyweed in fresh water versus salt water. To her left, Sirius was outlandishly flirting with Emily, although both knew he was only joking. Further left, she found Katie and Peter (A.N. Omg! Totally Just Realised What I Did There!) discussing Severus Snape, and something horrible he had recently done. Right at the end, she found Lily and Phoenix running their fingers through their hair, posing and blowing kisses at some random guy they clearly thought was cute. Cheryl shook her head as she saw them waggling their fingers at him, shamelessly flirting. This caught James' attention, whose eyes followed Cheryl's until they saw what she saw. They glazed over for a moment as anger and jealousy flooded his body, but he quietly let it subside. He was not about to cause a scene.

Cheryl's eyes found Peter once more. Cheryl did not like him, she concluded. She mentally scolded herself for such a thought, but she couldn't help it. There was something about him. Like, although nobody thought it, he knew something they didn't. It was the way he looked at people, the way his fingers ran through his hair, the way his head shot up and the sound of his name. It was the way he walked, the way he talked, the way he smelled. Cheryl laughed inwardly at that, although she could not conceal a slight smile that played at the corners of her lips. It was just, him. There was something not-quite-right up there.

Looking straight forward, she thought James was being way too quiet and distant. So, she did the only thing she could think of to get his attention. She stole his glasses.

As her right hand crept out, he noticed nothing. As she stretched it into the air, as though stretching her muscles, he noticed nothing. But when her hand quickly whipped out, snatched the glasses from his face, hid them from sight and returned her hand back to the table before he could blink, he noticed alright. "Cheryl?" Her head rose, slowly, the most innocent of looks on her face, he could see that well enough. This attracted the attention of the entire table. The look she held seemed so innocent and pure that for just a second, he doubted that it was even her doing. He shook his head violently to remove those thoughts. "Cheryl bloody Tempers, you give me my bloody glasses back right now." He said, wearily. The innocent look still clearly visible on her face, she said, ingeniously, "It wasn't me." James sighed. "It was you, Cheryl." Cheryl smiled dangerously. It was as though his heart leapt into his throat when he saw that smile, and he glanced at Sirius who was about to explode from laughing. Then she came out with one sentence that would ruin the reputation of James Potter forever. "Prove it."

James gulped. See, that was the one think he couldn't do. However, she seemed to take pity on him, and, without moving her eyes on blinking once, used her left index finger to point to the ceiling twice, her tongue clucking in the right corner of her mouth. He looked up, to see his glasses levitating about two feet above his head. Suddenly, without warning, they fell at a shooting speed, landing directly where they should upon his face. After coughing slightly, and shaking his head disapprovingly at a once-again innocent-looking Cheryl, James resumed in eating his breakfast, until he heard a shriek-like giggle escape from what could only have been Sirius' lips. He looked up to see the entire table laughing like maniacs. "Mr Black, would you care to tell me exactly what is so funny?" Sirius simply handed him a mirror.

James looked into the mirror and saw what everyone else saw – an array of bright pink bows tied into his hair. "Oh, ha ha very funny, Cheryl how do I get these bow things out of my hair?" he asked whilst trying to pick them out. Two words stopped him in his tracks.

"You can't."

He looked up, horrified, into Cheryl's face. He could see that she wasn't joking. "You can't get them out. They're implanted on your misery so as soon as you cheer up, they will fall out naturally. And don't try to pretend, they can detect fakery." And, with that, she took a bite out of a sausage and winked.

James could think of no words he could say that would improve the situation. So he said none. He just sat, silently, thinking about the terrible day he was going to have, wandering around with pink bows in his hair.

A few minutes later, breakfast was almost finished and the group decided to set off for their first class. Cheryl had Muggle Studies with Asher, Sirius, Katie, James and Remus. Peter, Lily, Emily and Phoenix had Ancient Runes, so it was pretty much the same direction.

As they left the hall and began to walk down a particular corridor, Cheryl unwilling let out her feelings for Peter in a flurry of rage. Her leg found itself repeatedly digging into his shin, over and over again. When it had quite finished, she looked up to see everyone staring at her.

"Fly." She answered the unasked but obvious lingering question, and walked on, motioning for the others to follow whilst tapping her watch with her finger.

Dadadaaaa! New Chapter!!! This Ones Pretty Long For Me, So I Did Work Kinda Hard On It. So Let Me Know What You Think, Good Or Bad! xoxo