A/N: Hey! I won't be updated as regularly as I had for the first eight chapters, and I'm going to speed up the development. Thank you for reading.
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling. Never will be. Nuh uh. Such a shame... I am really running out of funny disclaimers! Shame on myself!... -_-
Abbey found herself in detention a rather lot in the following weeks. Since discovering the Marauder's Map, herself, Fred and George had found so many different places in Hogwarts castle that she was sure most students didn't know a thing about.
For one, there was the kitchens. Abbey, Fred and George made regular trips there, and the House Elves were only too happy to make them food. They basically begged for them to eat their food. Abbey was sure she'd need bigger uniform by Christmas.
They also made themselves acquainted with Peeves. He was a poltergeist that had lived in the castle since it was first built. He seemed to take pleasure in annoying the teachers and students, and admired the Weasley twins and Abbey's tack for rule breaking. He even asisted them with some pranks.
The term came and went, and soon it was Christmas. As much as she felt guilty for abandoning Harry at Christmas, she chose to stay at Hogwarts, using the excuse she had lots of homework, which wasn't much of a lie. The teachers had made sure they'd be doing more homework than playing with any new Christmas presents. Of course, Abbey wasn't expecting much.
On Christmas, she found herself being woken up by loud giggling and squealing. Moaning quietly, she turned over and opened her eyes slowly. Angelina was jumping on her bed and Alicia was ripping open a package.
"Morning, sleepy-head," Alicia laughed.
She looked over at the other two. She had learnt their names were Gabrielle Henson and Treasure Carlingtonn. She had fight the urge to snort when she found out she was called Treasure. Who called their kid Treasure? She just thought to herself, it must be a Wizard name. Anyway, Gabrielle and Treasure were grinning at two boxes over-filling with make-up. And not just any make-up, she thought sourly, expensive make-up by the look of it.
Sighing, she looked down at the end of her bed. There were a few parcels there. She picked up the smallest, and opened it to find a Euro glued to a piece of card. Why would anyone give her a Euro? She lived in England!
Even though she already knew who sent it, she saw the tidy writing of Aunt Petunia signing it from the Dursleys. She took one look at the stupid Christmas present before throwing it at a wall. It slipped down behind a piece of furniture. I hope I never have to see the stinking thing again, she thought miserably.
She picked up the next package, and smiled as she saw Harry's messy handwriting. She wondered what he had sent her. She had sent him a bar of Honeydukes' chocolate that she had found in the kitchen, as well as a bottle of pumpkin juice. There was nothing on them saying: look at me! I'm a Witch! Blah blah blah!
She opened the package, and laughed when she saw the pair of boots. He must have saved up all the money he could find to buy her these. She felt a wave of guilt as she wished she had sent him more. She would just have to send him all the food she could find in the kitchens in the new year.
There was two more packages left. One was from Alicia and Angelina, and it was a new quill and ink pot. She thanked them, put it in her bag and watched them open her presents. She had sent them each a bar of chocolate she had found in the kitchen.
"Where did you get these from?" Angelina asked, holding it up.
Abbey tapped her nose, and laughed at the envy on Gabrielle and Treasure's faces.
She opened the last package. It was from Fred and George. She had sent them an old Muggle cassette player that she had stolen from Dudley's room, along with a Nursery Rhymes tape.
They had sent her a Wizard book that was obviously second hand, but she appreciated it nonetheless. The title was What To Do When Your Being Attacked By A Jinkly-Puff With Hurt Feelings. She laughed and put it on her bed side table. She noticed another package that was concealed by her robes that were hanging off the end of her bed.
There was a note:
We asked Mum to send you something. The only condition is that you'll have to wear it. Merry Christmas.
F & G
She frowned as she opened it. There was a tin of mince pies, which she gratefully ate one. There was also a jumper, which had the letter A on. She laughed and slipped it on over her pajamas. It was actually incredibly comfy.
After putting the pies, quill and ink pot away, she slipped her new boots on (which she absolutely adored), put the book under her arm and made her way into the common room.
She found Fred and George sitting by the fire trying to push buttons on the cassette player, Fred about to pull the tape out of the cassette-
"Wait!" she cried, grabbing the cassette. "Don't do that, you'll ruin it. Look."
She got the cassette player, put the cassette in, and pressed rewind. It made the funny rewind noises, then she pushed play.
Twinkle, twinkle little star.
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle little star.
How I wonder what you are.
"What is this?" George snorted.
"It's a nursery rhyme. Muggles sing it to their children," Abbey answered, handing the cassette player back. They looked at her skeptically before the three dove into a conversation about the Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff last Monday.
A/N: Cos it's not hard to fall, when you fall like a cannonball... Sorry, I was belting out Cannonball cos I iz a weirdo. Anyway, click that review button, it makes this face - :( - change to - :) - [REVIEW]