It was the first day of term, and all the students were stood in the Great
Hall waiting for the sorting to commence, the first years were stood in the
corner huddled up, and obviously shit-scared. There was one, however, who
seemed strangely self-assured. She was about a foot taller than the others
and had incredible, long, black, straight hair. Her eyes were blue, and
were so dark they were almost navy, and they sparkled with excitement as
she glanced around the room. Her gaze stopped on Oliver Wood, the gorgeous
captain of the Griffindor Quidditch team. He was sat with his team mates,
and was so absorbed in the conversation he was having with Fred Weasly that
he failed to notice the beauty's glance. Fred, however, did,
"Hey, Oliver, she's checking you out," He said, pointing.
Oliver turned to see what Fred was on about. He saw her and looked away, blushing. But there was something about her that made him turn to look at her again, something which made him unable to tear his eyes away. Meanwhile Fred was trying to get his attention back,
"Oliver, Harry's had both his legs and one of his arm's broken, he can't play Quidditch." But this didn't work, even though Oliver would normally go mental if he heard the Seeker had as much as bruised his elbow.
"Hey, Oliver, I slit my throat and my head feel off, have you seen it?" But Oliver just didn't hear a word. He had had eye contact with the girl and he felt unusual shivers dart up and down his spine.
Professor McGonagall had nearly finish sending the first years to be sorted, when she called out:
"Winslet, Melody,"
The beautiful girl, who I suppose we should call Melody now, moved and sat down on the stool and placed the tatty old hat on her head. The hat was silent for a moment then it shouted:
"GRIFFINDOR,"
There was lots of applause, and in some cases, wolf-whistles. Fred moved up, making space for her at the table,
"C'mon guys, make space for the goddess, I mean, girl," he said, embarrassed.
She smiled gently, flashing her perfectly even, white teeth at them, and sat down. Fred opened his mouth to talk to her, but it was too late, she was already sat with her back against him.
"Hi," she said to Oliver in a mellow voice with a trace of a French accent, "I'm Melody. Who are you and can I call you 'gorgeous'?"
"Hey, I'm Oliver, are you a first year, you look like you should be in the fifth year?" He said with a cheeky smile.
"I am, I've been going to Beauxbaton's for the past 4 years. My dad's the English ambassador over there. My mother's French anyway, so we went with him when he went to France. Which year are you in?" She had a way of speaking which made the rest of the world stand still. Oliver couldn't help liking it.
"Um…seventh," He caught a whiff of her perfume, and he knew that even when 103 and incontinent a sniff of that perfume would get him going.
The conversation went on like that for the rest of the feast, and Oliver realised that this new girl was AMAZING. Fred however sat in silence, quietly cursing Oliver, because he had ALL of Mel's attention.
At the end of the feast, when the students were traipsing back to the common rooms, Melody, who was walking next to Oliver, leant up to whisper in his ear,
"Can I met you tonight?"
"What do you mean," He said loudly.
1 "Shhhhh! Look Oliver, I think you know already, but I really fancy you,"
"I fancy you too, but I still don't understand."
"Listen, it's a warm night. If I meet you at the fire place in the Common Room at 1:30am, I'll show you."
"Oh, I see," But he didn't really.
"Hey, Oliver, she's checking you out," He said, pointing.
Oliver turned to see what Fred was on about. He saw her and looked away, blushing. But there was something about her that made him turn to look at her again, something which made him unable to tear his eyes away. Meanwhile Fred was trying to get his attention back,
"Oliver, Harry's had both his legs and one of his arm's broken, he can't play Quidditch." But this didn't work, even though Oliver would normally go mental if he heard the Seeker had as much as bruised his elbow.
"Hey, Oliver, I slit my throat and my head feel off, have you seen it?" But Oliver just didn't hear a word. He had had eye contact with the girl and he felt unusual shivers dart up and down his spine.
Professor McGonagall had nearly finish sending the first years to be sorted, when she called out:
"Winslet, Melody,"
The beautiful girl, who I suppose we should call Melody now, moved and sat down on the stool and placed the tatty old hat on her head. The hat was silent for a moment then it shouted:
"GRIFFINDOR,"
There was lots of applause, and in some cases, wolf-whistles. Fred moved up, making space for her at the table,
"C'mon guys, make space for the goddess, I mean, girl," he said, embarrassed.
She smiled gently, flashing her perfectly even, white teeth at them, and sat down. Fred opened his mouth to talk to her, but it was too late, she was already sat with her back against him.
"Hi," she said to Oliver in a mellow voice with a trace of a French accent, "I'm Melody. Who are you and can I call you 'gorgeous'?"
"Hey, I'm Oliver, are you a first year, you look like you should be in the fifth year?" He said with a cheeky smile.
"I am, I've been going to Beauxbaton's for the past 4 years. My dad's the English ambassador over there. My mother's French anyway, so we went with him when he went to France. Which year are you in?" She had a way of speaking which made the rest of the world stand still. Oliver couldn't help liking it.
"Um…seventh," He caught a whiff of her perfume, and he knew that even when 103 and incontinent a sniff of that perfume would get him going.
The conversation went on like that for the rest of the feast, and Oliver realised that this new girl was AMAZING. Fred however sat in silence, quietly cursing Oliver, because he had ALL of Mel's attention.
At the end of the feast, when the students were traipsing back to the common rooms, Melody, who was walking next to Oliver, leant up to whisper in his ear,
"Can I met you tonight?"
"What do you mean," He said loudly.
1 "Shhhhh! Look Oliver, I think you know already, but I really fancy you,"
"I fancy you too, but I still don't understand."
"Listen, it's a warm night. If I meet you at the fire place in the Common Room at 1:30am, I'll show you."
"Oh, I see," But he didn't really.