Home Is Where The Heart Is
Disclaimer:I own nothing. Please, review! Chapter 4 Classes Begin
I hurried to get dressed. I wanted to make sure I wasn't late for class on my first day. So I pulled my hair into a high ponytail, brushed my teeth, and was out the door with my books.
I looked on my schedule and my first class is potion's with Snape. I waited by the door with my other classmates. It was then that I met the most hideous creature ever, Marcus Flint.
"Hey, aren't you Wood's friend?" He laughed.
"Yes. Is there something wrong with that?" I placed my hands on my hips and waited for a response.
"Yeah, he's a loser." He laughed evilly.
"Look who's talking." I smirked.
"What's your problem?" Flint asked offended.
"You were talking rudely about my friend and I don't appreciate it. Now if you'll excuse me, I see some of my friends over there." I pushed past him. I made my way to Oliver and Fred.
"That was petty nice of you." Fred remarked.
"Hey, the guy was making fun of my friend. I don't like him." I wrinkled my nose.
"Thanks." Oliver smiled.
"No problem." I said as we entered Snape's class.
He made arranged seating. So I ended up between Oliver and Novelle. I took out paper and a pen and listened to him call roll. When he got to my name he froze.
"Darlene Rain, is your mother Meleficent by any chance?" He seemed happy.
"It's nice to have a decent pupil from the Gryffindor group for once. Nice to have you here." He smiled at me and scowled at the rest of the Gryffindor kids. I recognized him as my mother's best friend from the stories she told me.
Since then the rest of the classes breezed by. I went back to the common room and did my homework. It was a little challenging, but I understood most of it. Novelle and Sylvia said hi on their way to our room, but were gone as fast as they came.
When I finished my homework I curled up with the Hobbit and read for hours. I was at my favorite part when Fred and George came in laughing hysterically. They waved and laughed their way into their rooms. I was almost done when Oliver came in with wet hair.
"Hey, what are you doing still up?" He asked sitting down by me.
"Reading. You?" I turned to the last page, while listening.
"I was at Quidditch practice. Then I went for a shower." He answered.
"So what do you think about this?" I smiled.
"About this what?" He asked for further explanation.
"This. Our first day." I sighed.
"It was ok. You?" He leaned back getting comfortable.
"I loved it. This is the coolest day ever." I smiled happily.
"Good." He nodded.
"Well, it's getting late. I'm going to bed. I suggest you do the same. Goodnight." I went up the stairs and into my room. I changed into my tank top and flannel pants and turned out the light.
I sat up and saw myself in the stadium. I was watching Gryffindor play against Slytherin. I waved at Oliver and the twins, who might I add, looked much older. I smiled at Oliver and watched him mouth the words "I love you" to me. I mouthed them back and watched only Oliver throughout the game. And when they won he rushed to my side and I kissed him.
"Huh!" I woke up with a gasp. What was that? I wondered. We all looked older. It seemed so real. The scary part was that for a moment I really did love him, he was also hot.
Disclaimer:I own nothing. Please, review! Chapter 4 Classes Begin
I hurried to get dressed. I wanted to make sure I wasn't late for class on my first day. So I pulled my hair into a high ponytail, brushed my teeth, and was out the door with my books.
I looked on my schedule and my first class is potion's with Snape. I waited by the door with my other classmates. It was then that I met the most hideous creature ever, Marcus Flint.
"Hey, aren't you Wood's friend?" He laughed.
"Yes. Is there something wrong with that?" I placed my hands on my hips and waited for a response.
"Yeah, he's a loser." He laughed evilly.
"Look who's talking." I smirked.
"What's your problem?" Flint asked offended.
"You were talking rudely about my friend and I don't appreciate it. Now if you'll excuse me, I see some of my friends over there." I pushed past him. I made my way to Oliver and Fred.
"That was petty nice of you." Fred remarked.
"Hey, the guy was making fun of my friend. I don't like him." I wrinkled my nose.
"Thanks." Oliver smiled.
"No problem." I said as we entered Snape's class.
He made arranged seating. So I ended up between Oliver and Novelle. I took out paper and a pen and listened to him call roll. When he got to my name he froze.
"Darlene Rain, is your mother Meleficent by any chance?" He seemed happy.
"It's nice to have a decent pupil from the Gryffindor group for once. Nice to have you here." He smiled at me and scowled at the rest of the Gryffindor kids. I recognized him as my mother's best friend from the stories she told me.
Since then the rest of the classes breezed by. I went back to the common room and did my homework. It was a little challenging, but I understood most of it. Novelle and Sylvia said hi on their way to our room, but were gone as fast as they came.
When I finished my homework I curled up with the Hobbit and read for hours. I was at my favorite part when Fred and George came in laughing hysterically. They waved and laughed their way into their rooms. I was almost done when Oliver came in with wet hair.
"Hey, what are you doing still up?" He asked sitting down by me.
"Reading. You?" I turned to the last page, while listening.
"I was at Quidditch practice. Then I went for a shower." He answered.
"So what do you think about this?" I smiled.
"About this what?" He asked for further explanation.
"This. Our first day." I sighed.
"It was ok. You?" He leaned back getting comfortable.
"I loved it. This is the coolest day ever." I smiled happily.
"Good." He nodded.
"Well, it's getting late. I'm going to bed. I suggest you do the same. Goodnight." I went up the stairs and into my room. I changed into my tank top and flannel pants and turned out the light.
I sat up and saw myself in the stadium. I was watching Gryffindor play against Slytherin. I waved at Oliver and the twins, who might I add, looked much older. I smiled at Oliver and watched him mouth the words "I love you" to me. I mouthed them back and watched only Oliver throughout the game. And when they won he rushed to my side and I kissed him.
"Huh!" I woke up with a gasp. What was that? I wondered. We all looked older. It seemed so real. The scary part was that for a moment I really did love him, he was also hot.