Not So Siriusly In Love

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Choo Choo. Imma Train.

A week had passed since James' house and we'd just arrived at the station. It was full of icke bickle first years all looking like this was a train to prison. I chuckled at one who was seemingly trying to hide behind a barrier. Poor kid.

I saw a flash of red hair and a glint of green eyes.

No prizes for guessing who it was.

Yup. It's the giant squid. Just kidding.

'LILLIAN! I squealed, bounding over to the girl and leaping on her back. She's used to it, trust me. We were getting some weird looks from the other people on the platform. I stuck my tongue out at Kat Ross (AN: Yes, this is the girl who she met at the astronomy tower) and she stuck it right back at me. Obviously.

'Jeez, woman, do you eat?' Lily muttered, shaking her head.

'No, I'm an unnatural gharfy who dosen't eat anything,' I rolled my eyes.

'What's a gharfy?'

'An animal. An animal I just made up,' I replied, jumping Lily's back.

She chuckled, 'You're so weird, Niamh,'

I let a look of mock offence cross my face and then pretended to be angry.

'Bitch, I'm limited edition,'.

Lily rolled her eyes. 'Get on the train,'

'Choo Choo. Imma Train!'

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'Anything from the trolly, dears?'

The trolly lady had just interupted (Not that we mind) our conversation about who were the prefects. I was fussed, I'm not well known for my ability to behave. I can do it, but it's much more fun not to.

I stood up and walked over.

'A packet of Bertie Botts and a Licorice Wand, please,' I handed over the money and plonked onto the seat, nearly snapping Mary's reading glasses. My bottom is rather padded considering I'm super-skinny.

A scow was thrown my way from Mary. 'I hate you,' she said.

I dashed over and sat next to her, cupping her head in my hands, 'I love you too!' I squealed, moving on to hug her.

A smile tugged at her mouth, eventually turning into a grin.

'Why are you so hard to stay mad at?' Mary asked.

'Cos' I'm irresistble. And awesome,' I shrugged. Is it not obvious.

'Whens your next hospital appointment, Niamh?' Lily asked, placing her hand on my head, 'Hm. Dr. Lily says Niamhypoo needs a specialist,' I laughed and got up.

'I need the loo,' I announced dramatically.

'Off you go, then,' Alice said, ushering me out.

Walking down the carriages to the loo is never easy. It's so crowded: It's like walking through a stampede of hippopotumases.

For example now: I felt a bump on my shoulder as a burly 7th year passed by. I recognised him as Duncan Fitzwarren, one of the Gryffindor Beaters. He smiled.

'Sorry, Niamh. Hey, I heard you're vice captain. Congrats! I'm captain, so we'll be working together,'.

I smilled back at him. Duncan is a nice enough bloke, but he dosent half talk a lot. But he's a fab beater, no question. He's got floppy blonde hair and deep brown eyes. I'm also positive you could use his teeth as traffic lights, they are so bright. He's a bit of a heart throb too.

'I'd love to talk longer, Duncan, but I really need the loo. Oh, god. I've just realised how weird that made me sound!' I slapped my head, 'Sorry!'

He waved and strode into his own carriage. I carried on to the toilet.

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'Duncan Fitzwarren? Oh my god, Niamh, he is so cute! You're really lucky,' All of the girls were swooning over Duncan - Dunk the Hunk. Ha ha!

I hastily shook my hands, 'No, no, girlies. I'm a taken woman!'

'I should think so!'

Speak of the ruddy devil.

'Hey, Nat,' I said, standing up to hug him.

'Who were you swooning over, then?' he asked, curiously.

I rolled my eyes. 'Duncan Fitzwarren, the new quidditch captin. Well, the others were,'

He snorted, leaning against the wall. 'That pretty boy? Pur-lease. He's nearly as bad as Sirius!'

I also snorted. Compared to Black, a seriously make-up concious girl would be as vain as a tramp. True fact.

'Talking about me?' Nosy, much?

'Oh, hi, Black. Yes, we were talking about you,' I smirked cockily. He had clearly wanted us to back off.

He shot me a furious glare.

I let out a low whistle. 'Ooh, SOMEONE clearly hates being embarrased,'

'Shut up, Gallagher,'

I pretended to examine my nails,'Your best comeback?'

Black turned to Nat, 'How do you put up with this cow?'

Nat's face turned red. He clenched his fists, sizing Black up.

'Leave him out of this, you bastard,' I yelled.

With that, he walked out. Prick.

'One up to Niamh,' Alice said. I jumped back to life, realising other people had seen that.

'I think it's safe to say that, Al,' Marlene agreed.

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