DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter.
Hey, everybody. I just wanted to say that I lost interest in their first year, but I'm going strong with their second year! I'm taking this one a little bit slower, which might help and as such, here I go. Read, Review and Enjoy!
When we saw the large turrets and the dark shadow of Hogwarts we all ceased our incessant chatter and looked out the window. Aspen was crouched above my shoulder; James was pressing against me, his warmth cascading over me; I was between the seat and the window and Fred had his nose pressed to the glass. But then we all looked away and James cleared his throat. "This year we have to promise not to fight over stupid things," he looked directly at me as he said this. "We have to make the best pranks that this school has ever seen and we all have to try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team!" James had a huge smile on his face as he said this. We all looked at him with our eyebrows raised and questions written evidently on our faces.
"Why the Quidditch team?" Aspen asked with disgust, her blonde hair whipping around her face as the carriage door was opened and her blue eyes were narrowed. Everyone knew that she absolutely hated playing any sports at all; she was more of a book worm.
"Because imagine if we were all on the Quidditch team! Even if you don't like it, it would still be epic!" Fred said with a smile. Aspen rolled her eyes and jumped out of the carriage.
"I still don't understand why we can't join Charms Club or something like that!" Aspen said matter-of-factly, trying to assert her smartness on us.
"Well, I think it would be fun!" I interjected with a smile, nudging her in the ribs. "Just try out, please?"
"Fine! But I know all the reasons why you guys want to join and I think that they are completely mental!" Aspen looked at all three of us individually and her eyebrows were raised dangerously high as we walked into the castle.
"Oh, really? And what are they, Miss Green?" James said skeptically, turning around to look at her.
"They would be that you want to prove that you can live up to your father," James nodded solemnly and fell silently. "Fred's is so that he can prove to his father that he is like his deceased uncle," Fred nodded solemnly and refused to meet anyone's eyes. "And yours," she looked at me with those large blue eyes, "yours is that you want to be as different from your mother as you possibly can be so trying out for the team would be a breath of fresh air. She would never do that."
I looked at her with solemn eyes and nodded. She had a smug little smile on her face and turned to sit down. I hated her for the fact that she could read us all so well, but I loved her for the fact that she didn't even have to blink to tell us things that we didn't even know ourselves.
We all turned as soon as we saw the great doors swing open widely. We watched as the new first years all filed in. Rose and Albus waved and smiled at us and Scorpius just had his pointed nose pointed towards where Professor McGonagall was standing. I looked at James and he smirked at me, and then turned to face me completely. He pulled out a piece of parchment from his back pocket and signaled if I had a pen. I nodded and pulled one out. We passed notes like that until we heard Scorpius' name called. "GRYFFINDOR!" the hat said loudly. James gasped and dropped the pen he was writing with and I looked over at my cousin. He had a smirk on his face and was sliding over to where we were sitting.
"Hello Potter and my cousin," he said snidely. James gave him a disgusted look and I half smiled. But then Albus' name was called and we looked up again. Without missing a beat, the hat called Gryffindor. Albus sidled over to us and took a seat next to me; I ruffled his hair with a smile and then turned to watch the sorting again. Rose was finally called and put into Gryffindor, not a surprise there. We all clapped as was customary and then started into our feast.