I was so excited only a few more days and I would be out of this stink hole. Day by day passed and I wrote frantically to my friends everyday to break in my owl. I don't think you can do that, but I pretended, because I was so excited and happy! It's like when you get a new toy and all you want to do is play with it! My name for my owl still surpassed me. Sometimes I would just sit and look at my owl in its cage and think of what its name should be something...spicy. It never came to me. When the day came I acted twice as much as I did when we went to Daigon Alley. Jumping and being crazy like an idiot with no brain.
The morning went by pretty fast, because I tried to sleep in as much as I could so I didn't have a lot of time to get ready and I could go faster!
"OKAY! I'm ready to go!" I said loudly as I jumped off the bottom step of the stairs with a red v-neck and tan gold looking shorts. Trying to get in Gryffindor spirit. The night before I sneaked down and put all my bag, trunk, and owl downstairs, because I couldn't sleep. I looked around and I couldn't see dad, "Hey, where's dad?"
"What are you wearing?" my mom asked me like she picked out my outfit and I didn't wear it.
"Umm. Clothes?" I asked her like she was crazy.
"No no no. You look like a Gryffindor!" She disgustingly said with her face matching the part.
"GOOD!" I yelled at her hoping maybe this time she'll get the clue.
"OH, Child! You are changing! I have the perfect outfit!" She acted like she didn't even hear my loud remark. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me to her room that she shared with my dad like Draco had did a week ago. She sat me down on the silver bedspread and she went under her bed and brought out a dusty box that was rectangular and black. She took off the top and all i saw was black fabric. She took out a black long sleeve shirt that had a v-neck and looked sliming and set it on the bed. Then took out a flowing medium length skirt. UHG! it looked dull, but I thought I'd just pretend to like it and get over with it so i can get to freaking King's Cross!
"I wore this on my first day to Hogwarts when I was eleven." she said smiling proudly, her green eyes looking up at me.
"It's beautiful, Mom." I put on a fake smile.
"Great. put it on and we can leave as soon as you're finished." with that she left.
"Oh joy," I said even thought she had already left. I changed into it quickly and looked into the silver flower embroider full length mirror that was in my parents room. I actually looked pretty good in it. I'm usually really skinny, but the shirt put a curve on me, the skirt flowed almost to my knees and it swayed whenever I moved back and forth. It was fun. But I felt so girly in it. But I was wearing my black high tops so it was better than wearing flats or heels. The black was actually a good black; I know how can there be different shades of black? Well there are, apparently, other blacks made me look blended in, because of my hair, but this black made my hair stand out against my pale skin and made my eyes pop out. I picked up my clothes, walked out, and threw them in my room. I shut my door and ran down stairs. My mom was waiting there at the bottom of the stairs like Narcissa does to her guest. "Oh, Honey. You look beautiful!" she said teary eyed.
I rolled my eyes at her with her over reactions. "Can we go now?"
"Yes, let's go." she said with a clap.
"Wait! Where's Dad?" I ask her holding up my hand
"Oh. I'm sorry, honey?" she said sympathetically, "He had to um work."
"Oh." I looked down. That guy couldn't even come to my first day of school.
(I'm going to skip to getting on the train, because Its nothing really special)
"Goodbye, Nimue, I love you," my mother hugged me tightly, "Be safe."
"I will, Mom, love you too, and goodbye." I said barely breathing. She let me go and kissed my forehead.
"Go." She lightly pushed me away while she cried. I loved my mother. Really. It's just sometimes she doesn't get me. I smiled and boarded the train's metal steps. Once I was inside I looked down the carpeted hallway. I heard a ringing of laughter and I immediately felt nervous.
Oh My Oh My Oh My I kept thinking to myself. I kept my head high and walked down the hall. I looked down every compartment but they were all full and personally I was looking for an empty compartment.
I found one and sat on the right bench closest to the window. I sighed. Finally I was away.
"Hey can we si-" a familiar voice said, "Whoa, Nimmy."
I looked at it was Fred and George!
"Hi!" I said smiling happy I know somebody. I jumped up and gave them each a hug. They were surprised, but hugged me back.
"Nice outfit!" George laughed. I completely forgot that I was in this weird get-up.
"Yeah, you look like your attending a funeral!" Fred said.
" Ha Ha," I said sarcastically, "My mom wanted me to wear it." I swayed in circles moving my hips so my skirt flowed back and forth, i looked down to watch it when I heard whispering. I stopped and looked up. George was whispering in Fred's ear. "Whispering isn't nice!" I said childishly, "Not unless you're going to tell everyone else!"
Fred laughed, "George said he liked the skirt the best."
George looked down and his cheeks suddenly got red.
"OH! Thanks! So do I." I looked down and started swaying again. They laughed at my childness.
We sat down, me in the right bench and Fred and George in the left bench.
"That's a beautiful owl," George pointed at my owl.
"Thanks, I don't know what to name her. I know I want to name her something cute and spicy." I gestured pizzazz with my hands.
"How about..." He thought for a second, "George! I'm cute!"
I laughed, "But my owls a girl!"
"I'm still cute, though." George joked.
"But I'm the cutest!" Fred exclaimed.
"Yeah, yeah, you're both adorable!" I shooed with my hand
"Ya hear that, George? We're adorable!"
"OH! I know! Name her Adrian or Addy for short!"
"I like it very mathematical!" I laughed.
We laughed the whole ride there to a whole bunch of different jokes and I found out that they loved to prank! They were also hilarious! Pretty soon I was pretty sure we became best friends. I also came to like George a lot.