I am officially into the double digits with both of my stories! Eeep! This one isn't growing as much as House of Talent, but I love those eleven reviews you guys sent in!
Amber
Harry Potter…he was okay looking. And, he seemed famous and nice. Hmm…maybe I could cause Hamber to happen? Or maybe Ambry… but Harry seemed more interested in Nina. Harina, maybe? But Nina and Fabian looked cute together…Fabina. Okay, I would either get together Fabina or Harina, but I'd try Fabina because I wanted Ambry.
After Harry, it was pretty much downhill from there. Three more kids joined our table, including Fabian. The other two were Patricia, who looked like a…a Goth pixie, and another guy named Eddie. Oh, yeah, and a redhead named Ron or Quincy. (I wasn't sure which.)
Sometime during the meal, Harry bumped into Nina while they were both reaching for a treacle tart. Harry apologized quickly, but Nina looked at him peculiarly. "What's up?" he asked. "It's just…are you sure we haven't met?" she asked. I smiled. Looked like Operation Harina was a go. "I…no. I don't think so," Harry said, withering under the glare of Fabian. Hmm…maybe Fabina would work after all. "It's just…you seem familiar," Nina finished lamely. "You know, come to think of it, you do too," Harry said. "I wonder where-" "Okay newbies, time to go to Gryffindor Tower," an obnoxious redheaded boy about sixteen announced. He had on brand new black robes, and a shiny badge that had a silver "P" on it. From this, I gathered he was a prefect.
Quincy/Ron sighed. I looked back and forth between the two, and decided they were brothers. They had the same gangly, redheaded look to them. Quincy's or Ron's or whatever his name's brother led us up this staircase that, as soon as we stepped off it, went to another landing. We all stared at it while the prefect chuckled and said, "Moving staircases. They switch landings when they feel like, so don't worry. Anyways, onward!" We followed him through a maze of staircases and tapestry tunnels and walls that would yell at you if you bumped into them, when finally we came upon-a painting?
A portrait of an extremely plump woman stood before us. It was an overly large painting that took up most of the wall. "Twinkle prunes," the redhead that wasn't Quincy/Ron said. The canvas swung forward, almost hitting me in the head. Inside was a cozy living room with a fire blazing merrily. We all stepped inside the Gryffindor common room, and the fat lady portrait swung closed again. We all went up to bed quickly, since most of us were tired. Without even changing my robes-imagine that! –I jumped on my bed and fell promptly asleep.
I'm going to confide in you guys-I want to be a writer. Do you think I could make it?
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