House: Lions
Class: Transfiguration
Category: Drabble
Prompt: [Speech] "Come here! You have to meet (him/her/name)!"
Word Count: 641
A Beautiful Friendship
Lee wasn't the strongest kid. He wasn't particularly clever. He was rather ordinary all things considered, and though he sometimes could crack a decent joke, it was hard to find people who could deal with him in a setting that wasn't a large group, let alone one on one. Sure he could be the life of the party, but take him out of the crowd, and no one seemed to quite know what to do with a boy who still wanted to climb the drapes and adopt large spiders (mostly for the reaction others had to them).
So despite his personality and (somewhat) dazzling social skills, Lee didn't exactly have a surplus of friends.
And then there was the magic thing. That didn't help either. For some reason kids didn't want to play with the boy who might accidentally turn your hair some odd color, or knock you backwards off the playset from across the park.
(Lee really had no idea why. The unexpected things made life fun, didn't they? And frankly, Amy looked fantastic with bright pink hair, even she had said so, and he didn't understand why her parents were being so yell-y about the whole thing.)
But he'd told himself after receiving his Hogwarts letter that maybe this could be different. Maybe he wouldn't stand out at Hogwarts so much.
Only apparently he did, because those boys in green had started mocking him right away and they didn't appreciate it much when he'd mocked them right back, and then he'd had to make a quick get away before they spelled him with all the spells that they already knew because it wasn't their first year and they'd known about magic for a lot longer than a few months.
Jerks.
So he found himself sitting alone in a compartment, staring out the window and trying to keep his brave face on, despite the fact that there was an empty, gnawing sensation growing in the pit of his stomach. What if Hogwarts was just more of the same? What if he couldn't find anyone who liked the same kinds of jokes he did?
That was when the door opened, a wind swept redhead about his age nearly falling through, lugging a trunk with him. "Hey there! George Weasley! Mind if my brother and I sit with you?"
Mind? Of course he didn't mind. But they might.
He voiced none of this aloud, letting the bright grin on his face do the talking for him. "Course not! The name's Lee! Lee Jordan! Take a seat, plenty of space!"
"Don't mind if I do," George said brightly, immediately sinking into the seat across from him.
The loud sound of flatulence filled the compartment.
And, okay, yeah, Lee could never help himself with something like that. The opportunity was far too perfect to not plant a whoopie cushion on the seat in anticipation. If nothing else, it would amuse him and warn whoever he met just what they were getting into with him.
He cackled at the sound, waiting for George to turn red and angry. But instead, George's surprised face morphed into one of delight as he fished the deflated whoopie cushion out from under him. "That's fantastic! Is it Muggle?" Without waiting for an answer, he leaned out the compartment door and shouted down the corridor. "Fred! Fred, come here! You have to meet Lee!"
An identical red face peered around the door a moment later. "Hullo, Lee! I'm Fred! The handsome twin!"
"Forget the normal introductions!" George interrupted, waving the whoopie cushion around. "You have to see this! Lee! How do you make it work?"
Grinning so widely he felt his face might split, Lee took the whoopie cushion in hand and began the task of explaining how it functioned. This just might be the start to a beautiful friendship.