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Alrighty, everyone. Sorry it's been so long. I wanted to give you guys an extra speacial treat this chapter, and make it a little longer. Also, the plot kind of went wonky and all sorts of directions that I really didn't need, or want it to go. First of all, I think that Peyton would be a moody type. Kind of like Harry, except she can remain the same mood for much more longer. And then there's the reasearch. After figuring out all what I need, trying to copy from the book, it just takes a while, you know?
I would apprecitate, for people who review, to not say, "Oh, I've been waiting forever!" Or, "FINALLY!" It really bugs me, because I worked super duper long on this chapter. If I have any grammar mistakes, feel free to correct them. Thanks for being so, patient. I really really appreciate it.
All characters belong to JK Rowling, all except Peyton. She's my own original character :)
Now, what you've been waiting for:
Chapter 4
Walking around the castle for the first time, it wasn't hard to figure out why Harry and Ron lost their way on their first year. Hogwarts is enormous. I mean, there's the movie Hogwarts that belongs to Warner Brothers, and there's the REAL Hogwarts. It's probably twice as big, and twice as high. I mean, sure, they have a miniature version of it, and then, there's the actual set, and then there's Hogwarts, a school discovered by four wizards and witches, on the coast just off Scotland and Britain.
It seemed to me that every where I went, there was either a moving picture, a flight of stairs, or a new room yet to discover. On my first night, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell had all introduced themselves. Angelina was stunning. Her dark skin seemed to fit her personality, and the way she walked, it made it seem like she was confident, and proud of herself, which made her even more beautiful. Katie was also quite confident. She had a tomboy thing going on. She didn't exactly wear sweats or anything, but she walked the halls with her head held high and a smile on her face. Katie almost seemed the type to be one rough, and, "one of the guys," but really, using Daniel Radcliffe's words, "she wouldn't hurt a fly." Katie was also a year younger then the rest of us girls, but she introduced herself happily when seeing me walk into the corridor with Hermione. Alicia, she seemed indescribable. She was quite sarcastic at first, and just when you think you know her, you don't. At first, when she made her first remark, she kind of made me thought, "Hmm, so she's the sarcastic type." But then, she accidentally bumped into Angelina and started to freak out, throwing "Sorry's" at her. She's just about got the range of Harry, not quite, but she does switch around her mood a lot.
That morning, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie all tried showing me around the castle a bit before the first day of classes. It was hard showing amazement, seeing the size of it all. In seeing my expression, Katie started giggling a bit. When she finally calmed down, she explained with, "Sorry about that. It's just you look so stunned. But really, when you get used to this place, it's really not that big. It get's smaller as the years go by."
I doubt it.
"Seriously, Katie's right. This place is actually home, to us now. And it doesn't even seem that big until we see the outside once again," Angelina agreed.
I sure hoped so.
"Come on, I'm pretty sure that breakfast is about to start soon. You don't really want to miss first breakfast of the year," Alicia exclaimed.
"You just want to see Wood before he heads to his first class," Angelina snorted.
"Oliver Wood," I asked, squinting.
"Yup. She has a huge crush on him since third year," Katie teased.
I shook my head, delirious. God, I sure wished my straightener worked here. My curls were too bouncy for my liking. As most people know, Muggle technologies don't really work at Hogwarts. I have to speak with Dumbledore about that…
Taking some turns around the castle, we finally made it to the Great Hall. As we entered the Great Hall, some other students seemed to stare a bit. I suddenly became a little less sure of myself. "Um, why are they staring?" I asked.
"We don't usually get many new students here at Hogwarts, only the first years, so, you, are a gossip item right now. Don't worry, it'll blow over before September is even over," Alicia assured me over her shoulder.
Despite Alicia's assuring, I still felt a little queasy. I wasn't always the best in front of crowds.
Alicia spotted Oliver, and a smile appeared on her face, immediately. She rushed over to him, with Angelina walking slowly behind her. Katie shook her head and grabbed Angelina's hand before she could go any further, and yanked her over to a different part of the Gryffindor table. Sort of clueless, I followed them over to the table, awkwardly sitting down across Angelina and Katie. Next to me, was the same Blue eyed boy I saw before getting into this mess.
He gave me a cocky smile, and I immediately swooned over it. You know those types of boys you just can't help, but, you know, swoon? Well, he was one of them. Next to him, was a twin. He looked different, in a way. They seemed alike, yet they wore their smiles differently. The one next to me, took out his hand, "I'm Fred Weasley, I shook your hand last night, although you were head to toe deep in the crowd, hands were just jumping at you," he joked.
Funny, that was what I was thinking at the time. "And next to me, is my brother, George. If you haven't noticed already, he's also my twin brother, just in case you haven't noticed," he smirked.
"Yes, I noticed," I replied, blushing. Seriously, what was wrong with me? Did it just take one guy, who's supposed to be fictional, to get me like this? Wow, I needed to get out more often.
"I can introduce myself, thank you very much, although, you kind of already did, so that just cancels that out," George points out.
Angelina started giggling and getting out some Cereal. I took a look, and the front said, 'Cheeri-Owls.'
I poured them into the bowl in front of me, smiling. Man, you got to love alternatives, even in the Wizard world. For a couple of minutes, I sat there, eating the cereal. It tasted warm; better, it was like eating chocolate for the first time. Abruptly, a sound of loud laughter boomed across the hall, coming from the Slytherin table. I looked up, and saw Draco Malfoy pretending to faint like Harry did on the train, with a roar of laughter surrounding him.
"Hey, Potter!" An obnoxious voice shrieked. I looked at the source, and it was a girl with short black hair, with a face similar to a pug's. Pansy Parkinson. "Potter! The Dementors are coming, Potter! Wooooo!"
Suddenly, new weight was on the bench of the Gryffindor table, not far from where I was sitting. "New third year timetables," said George passing them over. "Oh, I almost forgot, McGonagall told me to give you yours as well, Peyton," he said, passing them over Fred's head.
"Thanks, George," I smiled, taking my schedule, or rather, timetable.
"What's up with you, Harry?" George asked.
"Malfoy," said Ron, squeezing between Fred and George, and glaring at the Slytherin table.
George looked up to see Draco faint in terror once again.
There's more than meets the eye, I wanted to tell them.
"That little git," he said calmly. "He wasn't so cocky last night when the Dementors were down our end of the train. Came running right into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"
"Nearly wet himself," said Fred giving a contemptuous glance at Draco.
"I wasn't too happy myself," said George, "They're horrible things those Dementors…"
"They sort of freeze your insides, don't they?" said Fred.
"You didn't pass out, though, did you?" said Harry in such a low voice I could barely hear it.
"Forget it, Harry," said George bracingly. "Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, remember, Fred? And he said it was the worst place he'd ever been. He came back all weak and shaking… They almost suck the happiness out of a place, Dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad in there."
"Anyways, we'll see how happy Malfoy looks after our first Quidditch match," said Fred. "Gryffindor versus Slytherin, first game of the season, remember?"
Across the table, Angelina gave Fred an ecstatic high five, and he also gave one to George, over Ron's head, who was squinting at Hermione's schedule. Katie jokingly said, "Hey, don't I count?"
"Oh, alright," Angelina jokingly sighed, then high-fived her best friend.
I looked at my schedule, a little panicked. "Man, today's going to be a little harsh on me," I frowned.
Fred replied cockily with, "What ever do you mean?"
"Oh, very funny. I've only been in around this castle twice. And once, was just to get to the common room. I'll have absolutely no clue where I'll be going," I sighed.
"No worries, George and I have first class with you, which is Potions. This'll be oh so very fun. Worse, we have it with Slytherin. And, how about we just skip lunch, and I'll give you the ultimate tour."
I smiled. "Sure," I replied.
When I looked up to see what was casting a shadow on my now empty bowl, I was startled. Hagrid was standing there, making lessons for his first day of teaching, although he was just starting to walk away, while Fred, George, Angelina, and Katie were all laughing at my foolishness. "Jeeze he scared the bajeebers out of me!"
"No kidding!" sputtered out Angelina between laughs.
I face palmed. When Hermione, Ron, and Harry were rushing their food down to get to first class, I noticed something shining on Hermione's robes. It said, 'SPEW.' My eyes immediately widened. Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare.
Indeed, SPEW has come a year early. I have honestly got to be more careful.
About minutes later, I realized I really DO have to be careful. I mean, one thing I say could change the series the way Jo written it in an instance. I could be a cause for a dramatic effect. Cause in effect. Like SPEW. I can mention things that they already know about, but, just in case, I got to keep my mouth shut.
Fred, Angelina, George, and I were all on our way to getting our books. I almost started freaking out, because I had none. I opened my trunk, to see fresh, brand new potions book, for fifth years. I was slightly confused. I didn't know weather to be asking questions, or just to go with it. My mind was already messed enough from the fast thirty six hours, so I decided to take my books.
On my way to catch up with Angelina, I discovered something pointy, and long from underneath my Gryffindor robes. A wand. I tried to hide my excitement. I've already got a replica of Neville's wand online, but this, could actually do something. I whispered, "Lumos," suddenly, a small light bursted from the wand. I squealed, whispered the spell, "Nox," and then caught up with the three who were waiting down stairs, not as patiently as they could be.
Potions with Snape, was hell. I surely tried to understand why he was bitter. Seeing as the girl he loved stopped being his best friend after one simple mistake, and married his old school bully. Now, he has to take care and watch over the two's son, even after lying and repeatedly being called a coward. But, he was a bit of a dick. He seemed to care for no one else. Only to prove to himself that he was the one who deserved Lily Evans back then, and even now.
We walked in a little late. Only two minutes, but I beg to differ. Fred started goofing off, and without any hesitation, George joined, only to get them in a bit of a fight. (A pretend, one though.) I tried telling them we would be late for class, only to stop and start laughing in the middle of my sentence after seeing them suddenly pretend to act like ninjas. Yes, ninjas. You read right. Ninjas, in a British accent. You won't ever see anything like it. Ever.
When Snape saw us arrive, he was in the middle of explaining what he was teaching the class this year, and stopped up short when the four of us walked in the classroom. He immediately commented, "So, it seems that our new student seems to think that she is too good to arrive on time."
I raised my eyebrows, as in, Are you serious? Then simply replied with, "Sorry, Professor. We just got a bit- well, distracted,"
As I was speaking, I saw some Slytherin fifth year girls whispering. One was pointing, and the other was giggling. I mouthed at them, Do you got a problem? And, they immediately stopped.
"My fault," Fred exclaimed proudly. Everyone turned from their conversations, to face the twins. No one knew which one had said it, although you could probably recognize those boy's voices from a mile away, and I just met them last night.
From there on, everything seemed to go down hill. He took off ten points from Gryffindor, for, "Acting selfishly and interrupting his class." As punishment, I got to sit and be partners with a Slytherin, and let me tell you, I could tell why he was a Slytherin. The only concerns about our assignment, was, well, me. He kept telling me not to mess up, or do anything to our project. So, I just stood by, watching him make a fool of himself. That part was the highlight of my morning.
Next block I had History of Magic with fifth year Hufflepuffs. The only word I can use to describe that class is, well, dull. That class seems to want to make me go to sleep. I think both twins were, eventually. Professor Binns spoke in the same tone of voice all period long. He didn't seem all that interested in History. Kind of like my teacher last year who hated the subject she was teaching. Which was frankly, ironically, history.
After class, Fred caught up with me in halls. "Ready for your tour," he asked, smirking.
"Shouldn't we put our books away, first?"
"George is on it," he replied.
"George is on what?" George asked, speaking in third person.
"George will you be a gem and put away my books? Just give Peyton's for Angelina. I'm going to give this newbie, a tour."
George raised his eyebrows, and stubbornly took our books and left with Angelina close behind him.
"I'm pretty sure you know, but, above us, is the staircase. They sort of like to change."
"I suppose that's good, change is pretty good for the normal staircase," I smirked.
"Yes, why yes it is."
Fred was, actually a good tourist. He seemed to have the idea. "Now on your left, is a hidden stair case that leads to Hogsmeade."
I decided to play on, seeing if I could get any information about the Marauder's map. "And how do you know that?"
"Secret," he replied cockily.
Darn, I guess I'll have to wait. Although I hope it happens before the first trip, that's when the twins give the map to Harry.
He showed me plenty of rooms, McGonagall's office, where Dumbledore is, the Great Hall, girl's and boy's lavatory, anything you could imagine. Some things, he spoke about in great detail, which I wish he didn't.
What's odd about it, is the fact that I seemed to be blushing more then when I fell down the stairs at a friends house, who never let's anything go. When we returned to the Great Hall, I sat down next to Hermione, who was handing out badges.
Crapola. I don't think Harry and Ron will ever live this down.