We were sitting at Gryffindor table, in our awesome hats, watching all the little first years to get sorted. Aww. They're all so cute, I thought, and to think I was once that cute.
"To think we were all that cute, oh wait George, we still are!" Fred said out of the blue and gave him a wtf look.
"What?" I heard George chuckle a little.
George explained then, "You said 'Aww. They're so cute! And to think I was once that cute.'" he laughed.
"I did?" I asked looking forward at nobody, "I thought that!"
"Nope. You said it!" Fred laughed.
"Oh!" I looked at Fred, "then nice joke," I elbowed him in the arm and laughed.
"I think, Fred, Nimmy thinks you were joking about us still being cute," George raised an eyebrow. I looked to the right of me where he sat.
"No." I shook my head so my black two years of growing hair shook around my face, "You guys are cute," I giggled and looked forward at Lee but not exactly at him, but more of in his direction, again, not really looking at anybody. "Like puppies." I touched their noses with both my index fingers lightly and scrunched my nose. They laughed.
I looked back at the first years. One of them caught my eye, a red head... A WEASLEY! YAY! Next to him was a black haired boy who looked kind of shy, but the Weasley was just glad to be here.
One by one they were called and sorted. "Ronald Weasley!" McGonagall pronounced. The shaking red haired kid sat on the stool. Mcgonagoll placed the sorting hat on his head, "ANOTHER WEASLEY!" the hat boomed, "GRYFFINDOR!" and we all clapped and smiled. He came and ran up to sit next to Fred.
"OLLO!" I whispered. He turned left and right and saw me leaning across the table my hair splattered across it. "Ima be Nimmy!" I deeply said in a husky voice. Everybody couldn't help but laugh and everyone looked at us. Hermione was called up and was placed in Gryffindor. I'm pretty sure I clapped the loudest and fastest. She smiled at me and sat a few seats away. a few more passed. Then Harry Potter was called. Originally I was smiling then I wasn't.
"Holy Shit!" It was meant to be a whisper, because everybody was whispering, but it turned out to be much more than that. Can you blame me? IT'S fucking Harry Potter! THE BOY WHO LIVED! THE BOY MY FAMILY DREADS! All heads turned to me and i looked down and blushed from pure embarrassment. Harry Potter sat on the stool and the hat was placed on his head.
The hat made this whole ordeal about he should go into Slytherin he'd do well blah blah blah GRYFFINDOR! Oh...CRAPPING PIGEONS! He sat down next to Ronald and all I could do was stare at him wide eyed with my jaw dropped. He looked at me then behind him then back at me, "I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?" he asked so innocently.
I didn't answer, I was glad that George did for me, "Sorry, but this just kind of ruined her day." Finally! Someone who gets me!
Fred waved his hand in my eyes. I shook my head clearing it's fog.
"Uh yeah!"
"May I ask why?" he replied slowly.
"Nope!" I jumped up and smiled. A couple more passed and Malfoy went up, "Ugh." Before the hat even touched his head he was announced Slytherin...NOT SURPRISED!
The ceremony was done and the Weasleys were eating right away.
"I'm Nimmy! And bananas are my favorite color and blue is my favorite fruit!" I told Harry and Ron.
"Umm, Nims, you just said-" Fred said laughing a bit with food in his mouth.
"I know what I said!" I spat at him sharply looking at him with fake devil eyes.
"Nimmy," Fred cringed and swallowed, "You're scaring me," he whined like the puppy he is!
I started laughing my head off at the thought and everyone looked at me like i was crazy.
"George is the cuter puppy." I said blankly and quickly, I scooted closer to George and put on a serious face all at once. I grabbed onto George's arm. They all looked at me like i was crazy and I swear I saw George blush out of the courner of my eye, because they didn't know what I was telling myself in my head.
"Stop being Weird, Nimmy," Lee told me while laughing.
"Why that's like telling you to say the right thing during a quidditch game!" I told him still hanging onto Georges arm.
"Uhhhh. True," he laughed.
"Uhh, Nimmy?" George's voice shook.
"Yeah?" I looked up at him still holding his arm.
"Since we've already established that I'm the cuter puppy can you let go of my arm?" he said confident but scared. I was a little sad that he asked me to let go and embarrassed that I was still holding on, I've always kind of had a crush on him...okay, a BIG crush.