Hi all! Here is the first chapter of 'Behind Brown Eyes'. Some of you may have read my earlier story 'Annie, are you okay?', so you may be familiar with the concept. This IS a rewrite of that story but there are some significant changes - the first one you'll spot straight away!
This is a Charlie Weasley/Original Character story as there aren't nearly enough of them. I plan to update once a week, usually on a Friday or Saturday but please bear with me.
Thanks for reading and enjoy! Reviews are always appreciated!
Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.
- Martin Luther King Jr.
September 1984
It was a dreary day in early September when Maggie pushed her way through the crowds of commuters in Kings Cross Station. Her newly-found trolley was laden with luggage, and on top of it all, sat a cage holding a small brown owl, which had earned a few questioning looks from passer-by's. Her father walked beside her, quickening his pace. He was surprised at just how fast his small daughter could walk. Every so often, William would look up at the platform signs, checking to make sure they were headed in the right direction.
"Hurry up, Dad!" Maggie cried, narrowly avoiding a man who rushed past the small girl. "I'll miss the train!"
William chuckled, and ruffled his daughter's hair. "We still have plenty of time," He said, grinning at his daughter's annoyed expression. "Calm down, Maggie. The train doesn't leave until eleven."
"Yes, but you know what we're like," Maggie pointed out. "And knowing you, you'll get distracted and start talking to someone, and I'll miss the train!"
"You are not going to miss the train," William told her firmly. "I'll make it wait for you."
Maggie gave a half-smile. "Even you couldn't do that, Dad," She said.
Smiling, William placed his hand on the trolley and guided it and Maggie towards an uncrowded part of the platform. It was their first time in London and he didn't want to lose his daughter, especially today of all days. Maggie saw the puzzled and disgruntled looks of passing people, as the owl perched on her trolley attracted some funny looks. She shifted slightly, uncomfortable at the stares she and her father were receiving. Though she was used to being treated differently, it still made her self-conscious.
"What platform did your ticket say, Maggie?" William asked as the two stopped by Platform 9. Maggie fished the ticket from her jacket pocket and read it with a frown.
"Dad, I think there was a misprint on the ticket," She said, her brow furrowing in confusion. "It says Platform 9¾! But that can't be right, can it?" Maggie asked as she handed William the ticket.
He too frowned, before looking around the station. After muttering a few words to Maggie, he walked over to where a conductor stood. Maggie watched as he spoke to the conductor, showed him the ticket, and pointed out the mistake. The conductor too frowned, before hailing over a station guard and gestured to the ticket. Maggie was just about to walk over when she heard her father speak.
"What do you mean there's no train called the Hogwarts Express?"
Instantly, Maggie's heart dropped. She heard the guard's laugh and was suddenly back in primary school; where the other children constantly laughed at her because she was different. Her stomach began to somersault as she slowly realised that all of this had been one big joke. But it had all been so realistic! Diagon Alley, Professor Sprout who had appeared in her living room a few weeks previous, everything! There was an owl on her trolley, for Christ's sake!
In her panic, Maggie did not see her father walk back over until he placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him with wide eyes and saw his stony expression, typically reserved for the most awkward of customers back at the pub. He was still muttering to himself, looking around the station with a glare.
"What's going to happen now, Dad?" Maggie asked hesitantly, afraid of what his answer would be.
William looked down at his daughter, the stony expression instantly replaced with a soft, kind smile. He crouched down so that he was eye level with his daughter – a mighty feat considering Maggie was considerably small for an eleven-year-old.
"I'll tell you what we're going to do, Mags," William said calmly, a small smile tugging on his lips. "We are going to find this Platform 9¾, and you are going to Hogwarts and learn all about magic, just like Professor Sprout showed us."
"But what about the train?" Maggie asked skeptically. "What if we can't find it and I miss it? Then what?"
William chuckled and reached out for his daughter's hand.
"If that happens, and that's a very big if, then I'll take you to the school myself," He said, making Maggie smile widely. He rose back to his full height and they each grabbed hold of the trolley. "Come on then, we've got a train to find."
For once, Maggie was thankful for her father's insistence on arriving early. It gave them plenty of time to search the station thoroughly. They asked numerous people if they knew where the platform was but were met with the same reply as the guard had given them. One man had even called them crazy, making Maggie falter slightly. He quickly retreated, however, after William looked as though he was about to punch him.
Eventually, Maggie stood on Platform Nine once again, her father still looking around. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out all the noise of the station, and tried to remember what Professor Sprout had told her.
Please, she thought, please, I can't go back now!
She couldn't bear another day stuck in the little town she lived and going to the local school, where she was known as a freak - it was absolute hell! She hated it and everyone. The only person she had was her father, and, although she knew he was sometimes a bit surprised at her actions, he loved her.
Please, please, please! Please, Mum, just give me a sign!
Maggie opened her eyes and blinked, only seeing an orange blur. After a few moments, her eyes focused and she realised the orange blur was a family of redheads. Led by a small, plump woman, Maggie watched a boy a few years older than herself pushing a trolley walked straight towards the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10. Maggie flinched, waiting for the impact but it never came.
Wide-eyed, she watched as another of the redheads, this time ran towards the barrier and disappeared again. Maggie looked round, amazed how no one had seen this. Her father appeared next to her and was about to speak but Maggie tugged his sleeve and pointed towards the family, cutting him off.
"Look, Dad!" She exclaimed. The rest of the redheaded family slowly disappeared through the barrier, from the redheaded identical twins to the older, slightly balding man carrying a small toddler. Maggie watched as William's expression mirrored her own, one of pure shock and amazement. After a moment, he chuckled, rubbing his chin in disbelief.
"If only your mother could have seen this," He murmured, and Maggie looked down sadly. William saw this and quickly clapped his hand on Maggie's back. "Well then, Maggie, I do believe you've got a train to catch."
Maggie smiled widely, before pushing her trolley towards the barrier eagerly. She was barely a foot away, looking at it with an expression of curiosity and wariness when another trolley crashed into her own with a loud crash! Both trolleys were sent tumbling down, as was Maggie and the other person. Slightly dishevelled, Maggie stood up quickly, brushing some dirt off her skirt before picking up the owl cage.
"Shh Gatsby," Maggie said gently. "It's okay."
Maggie turned around and held out a hand to the girl on the floor. The girl smiled gratefully, taking Maggie's hand, and shakily stood up. She was taller than Maggie but appeared to be of a similar age. Her dark eyes had a mischievous twinkle to them as she looked at Maggie with gratitude.
"Are you okay?" Maggie asked.
"Yeah, thank you," The girl smiled. "I am so sorry, by the way. This happens all the time; I'm super clumsy! Mum and Dad told me to be careful, but I was just so excited, and I didn't see you coming!"
"Don't worry about it, I know what you mean," Maggie said with a smile.
"Oooh, cute owl! What's he called?"
Maggie was just about to reply she heard a shout from behind. The girl groaned and looked over her shoulder and Maggie could see two people, whom she assumed were the girl's parents, running over. Hesitantly, Maggie stepped back slightly, just as the girl's parents reached her.
"Dora!" The woman exclaimed. "We told you not to run off!"
"Sorry, Mum! I was just too excited! But look! We're both okay!" Dora protested. The woman's gaze shifted from her daughter to Maggie, who was still stood awkwardly. She smiled kindly.
"I apologise for my daughter's behaviour; she can be a bit of a whirlwind."
Maggie smiled shyly, just as her father stepped forward.
"It's no problem, Maggie is just as excited. Hogwarts?" He asked, hopefully.
Ted nodded, "Yes, its Dora's first year."
William relaxed slightly, placing a hand on Maggie's shoulder with a smile.
"Same for Maggie," He said. "I don't think she slept at all last night, she was that eager," William said.
"Dora was exactly the same," The blonde-haired man said, speaking for the first time. "You'd think they'd been drinking coffee all night, the energy they have!"
All three parents chuckled while Maggie and Dora exchanged smiles. Maggie noticed how Dora's hair seemed to be lighter than the previous brown it had been but put it down to the lighting.
"Forgive me, I'm William Ainsworth, and this is my daughter Magnolia," William said.
Maggie scowled at her full name, only her aunt called her that. Dora's father shook William's hand with a smile, as did her mother.
"Ted Tonks," He replied with a grin. "And this is my wife, Andromeda, and my daughter, Nymphadora."
Like Maggie, Dora scowled at her full name, something that went unnoticed by her parents. Maggie smiled slightly, already liking the girl. William looked down at his wristwatch and then back at Maggie.
"We'd best get going," He told her before looking back at Ted. Looking around the station, he leaned slightly closer to Ted. "You wouldn't know how to get on to the platform, would you? We've been here an awfully long time, and we're a bit lost."
"Muggles?" Ted asked with a chuckle. At William and Maggie's lost expression, he continued. "Non-magic folk."
"Yes," William replied. "No one explained it to us."
"Don't worry, Ted was the same," Andromeda smiled. "You just go through that barrier there, it's designed to ward off muggles, but you should be fine."
William thanked them both and turned to look at the barrier. Maggie grabbed her trolley but turned back to Dora quickly.
"See you on the train?" She asked shyly.
Dora's nod made Maggie smile and she returned the girl's wave as Dora left with her parents. Both Maggie and William still watched in amazement as the Tonks' family disappeared through the barrier. Maggie could have sworn Dora's hair flashed bubble-gum pink when she turned back and gave Maggie a cheeky grin, but the girl vanished before Maggie could be sure.
Her father's hand on her shoulder snapped Maggie out of her daze. "Nervous?" He asked with a kind smile.
Maggie's timid expression and fidgeting were enough to answer his question. Instead of speaking, he took her hand and placed his free hand on the handlebar of the trolley. Maggie frowned, raising an eyebrow in question, and looked up at William.
"Together," William said, looking up at the barrier then back down at Maggie.
Maggie nodded determinedly, albeit slightly anxious. Together, the pair pushed the trolley towards the barrier, picking up speed as they began to run, both slightly terrified of what would happen next.
"One," William said.
"Two," Maggie continued, eyeing the barrier nervously.
"Three!" They said together, running towards the barrier. Just as they reached the barrier, Maggie closed her eyes, part of her disbelieving and waiting for the impact which never came.
Opening her eyes, Maggie's mouth fell open in amazement as she took in her surroundings. She could practically feel the magic around her, from the impressive scarlet red train that seemed to gleam in the light, to the numerous cats that weaved between the crowd, and to the light-hearted laughter of friends reuniting, and parents smothering their children with hugs.
Looking up at her father, Maggie saw that his expression mirrored her own. Smiling, she tugged his arm and he blinked before looking down at his daughter. With a bright smile, he suggested that they go find a compartment for Maggie on the train, and Maggie rapidly nodded her head in agreement.
After weaving through the crowd and Maggie finally settled in a compartment, Maggie and her father stood awkwardly on the platform. Both knew what was next, but this was the moment they had both been dreading for weeks.
In the end, Maggie's arms wrapped around William's body as her father pulled her into a hug. Her head pressed against his chest and her stomach dropped when she realised that this would be the last time she hugged her father till Christmas.
"Don't forget to feed Peggy, you know how she gets. And try not to burn down the pub," She murmured, fighting back tears. "I don't think Angie would be too pleased if she had to find another job."
William laughed but Maggie could hear the hollow sadness within it. She hugged him tighter, almost afraid to let go. William planted a kiss on her head.
"Don't forget to eat your vegetables," He tried to smile. "I know what you're like, young lady."
This time, Maggie choked out a laugh as the two pulled apart. William ruffled her hair, making her smile and she looked up at him with wide eyes.
"I'm going to miss you, Mags," William said, patting her arm. "It will be so strange with you away."
"I'll miss you too, Daddy," Maggie replied sadly. "But I'll be back soon! It's not that long till Christmas!"
"I'm expecting a letter every day," William reminded her. "Make sure you work hard, there are no excuses now; you spent most of the holidays with your nose in your schoolbooks!"
Maggie chuckled, just as a sharp whistle rang through the station, signalling the train's departure. Her breath caught in her throat as she realised that this was it. Her father noticed her panicked expression and patted her back reassuringly.
"Off you go," He said, leading her back towards the train's door. "Enjoy yourself and make lots of friends."
Giving her father one last hug, Maggie jumped onto the train and ran to the compartment where her belongings were and made a beeline towards the window. Throwing it open, Maggie leaned out, searching the crowd for her father. Her eyes landed on him and she smiled, before waving.
"Love you, Dad!" She called as the train began to pull away from the station. "Give Peggy a hug every day from me!"
His reply was too faint to hear above the chatter of other parents, but Maggie saw his proud smile, making her feel invincible. She continued to wave until he was no more than a speck in the distance. Loneliness overtook her as Maggie closed the window and sat down. The compartment suddenly seemed so much bigger, and Maggie brought her knees up to her chin in a small attempt to comfort herself. She knew she should go explore and try to find some other first years to talk to, but leaving the compartment seemed so daunting.
Instead, she rummaged through her bag and pulled out a rather battered, old book. Smiling, her fingers traced the spine as she looked at the cover. Alice in Wonderland had been one of her mother's favourite books, this copy itself being one of her most prized possessions. Finding her place, Maggie began reading and slowly drifted into a relaxed state.
Getting lost in the story, Maggie was oblivious to the world around her. It wasn't until the door open, she was brought out of the world of dormice and teapots and back into the world of the living. Dora stood awkwardly by the door, appearing unsure of whether to enter or not. Looking up from her book, Maggie smiled brightly.
"Hey!" Dora greeted happily. "Mind if I sit in here? Everywhere else is full."
"Of course," Maggie smiled. She watched as Dora happily sat down across from her.
"Thanks!" Dora said. "It's Maggie, right?"
"Yeah," Maggie said shyly.
"I'm Tonks," She replied.
Maggie frowned slightly. "But I thought your parents called you Dora?"
Tonks chuckled. "Yeah, Mum and Dad call me Dora, but everyone else just calls me Tonks. Mostly because my dear old Mum is rubbish when it comes to names," Tonks grimaced. "Nymphadora," She shuddered. "I hate that name! It's so stupid."
"I think it sounds quite pretty," Maggie said shyly. "Like a fairy's name."
Tonks gave a snort. "Thanks, I guess. You've got a long name too, don't you? What was it, Margot? Margaret?"
This time, Maggie grimaced. "Magnolia," She said with a groan. "I hate it, it sounds like a tin of paint!"
"Ha!" Tonks exclaimed. "Funny! So together, we're known as the painted fairy!"
Both girls burst into giggles. Despite her nerves, it felt good to laugh. She usually didn't have much to do with children her own age. At school, she preferred to sit in the library at break times, to hide from the bullies. Not that it worked, but at least she managed to get some reading done before they found her.
As the girls continued to laugh, Maggie looked over at Tonks and frowned. Unsure of how to put her words, she quickly stopped laughing. "Umm, Tonks?" She said hesitantly.
"Yeah?"
"I don't want to alarm you, but your hair is – umm – going pink?"
Her words sounded more like a question and Maggie watched as Tonks picked up a strand of pink hair like it was the most normal thing in the world. She shrugged and threw it over her shoulder.
"Well, I guess the secret's out," She said simply.
"Can all wizards do that?" Maggie asked, half curious and half alarmed.
Her hand went to her own blonde plaits and she clutched them nervously. It was wild and untameable, but the butterscotch-blonde locks were the one feature Maggie was proud of. Tonks, seeing her alarm, waved her hands around frantically to explain.
"Oh no! It's nothing like that! Don't worry, your hair's not going to change colour, unless you transfigure it or take a potion," Seeing Maggie's confusion, Tonks grinned. "I'm a Metamorphmagus," She said proudly. "I can change my appearance whenever I want," Tonks explained when Maggie stared blankly at her. "Here, watch this."
Her twinkling eyes closed, and her face screwed together, as though she was in pain. A second later, her nose shrank and grew rounded, hair growing from each nostril. Maggie's eyes were as wide as saucers when Tonks opened her eyes and oinked. After a few seconds, her nose grew back to its normal shape and Tonks looked at Maggie with pride.
"What do ya think?" She asked with a smile. Maggie looked up at her in amazement.
"Awesome!" She exclaimed as Tonks smiled proudly. "How do you do that?! Could I learn?"
Tonks looked at Maggie apologetically. "Sorry, Metamorphmagi are extremely rare. Most wizards have to use potions or transfigure themselves to look different."
Maggie was slightly downcast but quickly recovered.
"Bet you could do loads with that, though," She said. "Imagine all the chaos you could cause!"
Tonks chuckled, "Yeah, it used to drive my Mum bonkers! She used to it now and can usually tell when I change my appearance though."
"It's still super cool, though!" Maggie told her.
Tonks grinned and the two girls began to chat about the upcoming events. Tonks explained to Maggie the houses at Hogwarts, something she had heard of, but her knowledge was still a bit patchy. After explaining the traits of each house, Tonks began to talk about her own upcoming sorting.
"Dad reckons I'll get Hufflepuff," She said. "Only because he was in it. I think he likes the idea of me following in his footsteps. Though Gryffindor doesn't sound too bad, but they are a bit stubborn and impulsive. I doubt I'll make Ravenclaw though, I don't have the brains."
"What about Slytherin?" Maggie asked. "You said your Mum was a Slytherin."
Tonks shifted uncomfortably.
"I really hope I'm not sorted into Slytherin," She confessed. "It's known as the Dark Wizards' house, full of pure-blood supremacists and Death Eaters. And it was his house."
Maggie shifted uncomfortably. She had read about You-Know-How and his Death Eaters, how they massacred both muggles and muggle-borns alike. They believed in pureblood supremacy, wanting to purify the Wizarding World. Seeing Maggie's discomfort, Tonks quickly changed the subject.
"I could see you in either of the three houses," She said with a bubbly smile. "You look clever, so you could be in Ravenclaw, but you look like you could fit into Hufflepuff and Gryffindor too."
"I don't think I'd want to be in Gryffindor," Maggie said. Tonks raised an eyebrow in question and Maggie continued. "Not that I would mind which house I'm sorted in, but from what I've read, Gryffindors seem too impulsive; the type of people that think with their fists, not their brains. They seem too prideful and competitive. I know competition isn't bad, but I just think that they would be the type of people that would do anything to win."
After a moment, Tonks grinned widely.
"Maggie, that is exactly what I've always thought!" She exclaimed. She jumped up and wrapped her arms around Maggie, who, though slightly shocked at Tonks' actions, hugged back. "Where have you been all my life?!"
After their discussion about the houses, Maggie and Tonks spent the next few hours playing various games. Tonks introduced Maggie to Exploding Snap – the blonde nearly singeing her hair off when she leaned to close – while Maggie taught Tonks how to play Go Fish.
Around noon, the trolley laden with food came around and Tonks watched in delight as Maggie tried Bertie Botts' Every Flavour Beans, grimacing in disgust at the first one that tasted of soap. Maggie tried her first chocolate frog too, though half of it ended up jumping out of the window, much to the girls' amusement. Her first collectable chocolate frog card was tucked carefully in her bag, Maggie still marvelling at the moving picture.
It wasn't long before the sky began to turn dark and the night set in. A prefect informed them they were nearing Hogwarts, so Maggie and Tonks changed into their robes, both girls bouncing with excitement. When the train pulled into the platform, they eagerly followed the other first years towards the Lake, where a cluster of boats was waiting patiently for them. Maggie looked in wonder at the Groundskeeper who escorted them; he was easily the tallest person Maggie had ever seen.
Hogwarts was everything Maggie had dreamed off, and more. The castle looked like it had come straight out of a fairy tale, making Maggie's heartbeat a bit faster. As they were taken inside, Maggie looked round in awe at the stone walls and high ceilings, already feeling at home. Next to her, Tonks wore the same expression.
Nothing could have prepared Maggie for the Great Hall though.
Thousands of candles floated beneath the peaceful night sky, glistening and golden. At first, Maggie thought she was in heaven. Four long tables lined the Hall and Maggie looked down shyly when she realised how much she was staring. She and Tonks walked side by side, following various other first-years to the front of the Hall where a patchwork Hat sat atop a stool.
Much to Maggie's amazement, the Hat began to sign, but she was too absorbed in her surroundings to let the words sink in. It wasn't until Professor McGonagall stepped forward that Maggie began listening.
"When I call your name, you will come fourth, I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head and you will be sorted into your House," Professor McGonagall called, holding up a long scroll of parchment.
It suddenly clicked that their names were going to be called in alphabetical order and Maggie's heart immediately dropped. She silently prayed that someone else would be before her, but alas, it was not the case.
"Ainsworth, Magnolia."
Her name was called but it was only when Tonks delivered a sharp elbow to her stomach that Maggie realised she had been called. Trying to stay calm, Maggie nervously made her way through the crowd of first years – realising just how small she was – and walked up to where Professor McGonagall was stood. Shaking all the while, Maggie perched herself on the stool. The hat dropped onto her head, almost covering her eyes.
"Hmmm," A voice said. Maggie's eyes widened when she realised it was the hat. "Interesting. Not much like your family…"
Maggie frowned and was about to question the hat when is spoke once again.
"Brave, very brave, even if you don't know it… Intelligent and very hard working… Loyal, so very loyal, you stand by the ones you love. Still, does the loyalty outweigh the rest? I think -
HUFFLEPUFF!"
The table on her immediate left erupted in cheers, and Maggie grinned, taking off the hat and eagerly walking toward her new house. She passed Tonks, who gave Maggie a thumbs-up and a wide grin. A sixth year smiled at Maggie before shuffling up the table to make room for Maggie. After her own sorting, Maggie eagerly watched the sorting, waiting for one. The Hufflepuff table quickly filled up but it wasn't long until the name 'Tonks, Nymphadora' was called. The bubble-gum haired girl tripped, narrowly avoiding falling over, and Maggie could have sworn she heard Tonks' curse from across the room.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat shouted, and Maggie applauded loudly as Tonks rushed over, barely avoiding the table leg, before sitting beside Maggie, who pulled her into a hug.
"This is so great!" Tonks whispered to Maggie as they continued to watch the sorting. "Dad told me the Hufflepuff Common Room is near to the kitchens, isn't that wicked?!"
Maggie smiled widely as she listened to Tonks babble on about their new house. The sorting finished rather quickly after that, the last person, 'Weasley, Charles,' being sorted into Gryffindor.
Maggie vaguely recognised him but was distracted when food appeared on the table and the feast began. Though she would be reluctant to tell him, Maggie half-heartedly though that the food at Hogwarts was a tiny bit better than what her father made. Only a tiny bit though.
Tonks laughed as she watched Maggie pile her plate high with food, Maggie making sure to pick some vegetables, as per her father's instructions. Shaking her head, Tonks turned to Maggie with a grin.
"No way can you eat all that," She said, her bubble-gum pink curls bouncing slightly. "You'll explode!"
A mischievous grin formed on Maggie's face and she picked up her fork.
"Watch me," said Maggie.
Like she predicted, Maggie finished her entire plate of food, and still had room for pudding. Finishing off a delicious piece of chocolate gateau, she turned to face Tonks with a triumphant grin.
"Told you so," Maggie smirked.
Tonks shook her head with a baffled look.
"But how?" She questioned. "You're so tiny! You're no bigger than a wood-nymph!"
Maggie frowned, "What's a wood-nymph?" She asked.
Tonks gave a laugh before delving into a speech about various magical creatures Maggie had only ever dreamed about. From knarls to kneazles, thestrals to trolls, Maggie listened eagerly with wide eyes, marvelling at the world she had entered. When Tonks finished – finishing off the rest of her Banoffee pie – Maggie bit her lip sheepishly, looked around and hesitantly quietly asked,
"Are dragons real?"
Tonks' grin was the only answer Maggie needed.
It wasn't long until the feast ended, and the food disappeared. Professor Dumbledore stepped forward and said a few words, but Maggie was too tired to listen. She had nearly fallen asleep by the time they were dismissed. Tonks prodded her arm to gain her attention, and together they followed the Hufflepuff prefect as they were led out of the Great Hall and towards the common room.
That day had been full of surprises and the Hufflepuff Common Room lived up to all of Maggie's expectations. Part of her gleefully shrieked when she saw the common room, the rounded doorways, fat comfy armchairs, and earthy walls reminded her of one of her favourite books, The Hobbit.
Though Maggie explained this to Tonks, the bubble-gum haired girl didn't understand the reference, but nevertheless, thanked Maggie when she offered to lend her the book. Maggie hastily wrote her father a letter, briefly detailing the events of the day. She smiled when she looked up at the dorm, one of two for the girls in first years. The beds sat in nooks in the walls with bright yellow curtains hanging over them gave a rather homely feel to the room.
Tonks had claimed the bed next to Maggie and she too was writing to her parents. The four other girls in her dormitory – Maggie had couldn't quite remember their names – had already fallen asleep. They seemed nice enough, one girl in particular – Maggie was positive her name was Louisa. She had briefly told Maggie that her twin was here too, having been sorted into Gryffindor.
Quickly finishing off her letter, Maggie felt her eyes grow heavy and looked over at Tonks. The young witch had fallen asleep, her leg dangling off the side of the bed. With a smile, Maggie carefully readjusted Tonks so that she was comfortable before throwing a blanket over her figure and getting into her own bed.
As Maggie began to drift off, the Sorting Hat's words rang through her head. Brave…. does the loyalty outweigh the rest….Not much like your family… The latter made her frown, confused at what the hat meant. However, she didn't get a chance to dwell on it as she soon fell asleep, smiling all the while, entering the dream world that was now becoming reality.