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After the feast, the first year Gryffindors were lead up to the common room by the 6th year prefect Frank Longbottom.
The girls found their dormitory with four four-poster beds draped with red velvet curtains. Lily would have called dibs on the one on the end closest to the window, but before she could she found her trunk had already been set at the foot of it, and Pendragon was snoozing on top.
"Achoo!" she heard a sneeze behind her.
"Who's cat," Amy sneezed again and excitedly plopped down next to Pendragon.
"Mine," said Lily.
Amy sneezed again, "I love cats (sneeze), but Dad would never let me have one (sneeze) excuse me."
"Is it possibly because you're allergic," Liza laughed handing her a tissue.
"Thank you. (sneeze) Might have something to do with it." Amy hopped off of Lily's bed, blew her nose and crossed the room to where her own trunk had been placed. She opened it and unrolled a poster that was lying on the top. She pinned it to the wall beside her bed, "That's better." She brushed off her hands, "Now I'm home."
The other girls came over for a look at the poster, which showed 5 wizards and 2 witches all in navy blue robes flying around on broomsticks.
"Is that your Quidditch team?" Tara asked.
"Yeah," said Amy proudly, "My Dad used to play. That's him there."
The man she pointed at winked at her.
"He taught me to fly when I was five. I was really ticked I couldn't bring my Silver Arrow to school with me."
"What exactly is Quidditch?" Lily finally got up the nerve to ask.
The other girls stared at her.
"W-what is Quidditch?" Amy looked like she'd been mortally offended.
"Well, I know it's a game," Lily continued quickly, "Is it something like football?"
"Well it's got four balls," Tara began to explain, "and seven players on a team and. . ."
Amy pushed past her towards Lily, "Quidditch is life."
"Okay, I'm sorry," said Lily defensively. "I just didn't know I mean. . ."
"It's okay your parents are muggles," Amy was still riled up, "If you'd been from a wizarding family, I'd of had to wallop you." That sounded strange coming from the girl who was barely four feet tall.
As they got ready for bed the other girls explained it Lily all about Quidditch. Amy seemed to know an awful lot, Liza seemed only to care how good looking the players were and Tara just agreed with everything they said.
"Did somebody say Quidditch?" a voice came from the doorway. It was James Potter with Sirius Black close behind him.
The girls screamed.
"You're not supposed to be in here," Liza giggled with a huge grin on her face.
"She's right ya know," Remus had appeared behind the other two.
"What was that I didn't hear you?" Sirius grinned.
Remus took a step forward to yell it in his ear, but made the mistake of stepping over the threshold into the room.
"Oh look you're in here too," Sirius taunted.
"Come on guys," Lily begged, "We're tired and we just want to go to sleep."
"You didn't sound tired," James plopped down on the foot of her bed petting Pendragon, "You were talking about Quidditch."
That was enough to get Amy started again.
Lily ignored them all and went about unpacking and making herself at home. She pulled a poster of her own out of her trunk and tacked it up on the wall. It pictured four young men with longish hair. They weren't moving like the people in Amy's poster.
Liza was the first to notice it. "They're dead gorgeous, Lily. Who are they?"
"The Beatles."
"Beetles?" Peter asked. Lily wasn't sure when he found his way into the room.
"B-E-A-T," Lily explained, "like a drum beat."
"Oh."
"They're a muggle band. Well, they used to be. They broke up last spring." Lily looked a little sad.
"They are good looking," said Tara staring at the picture.
"Yeah," the other girls sighed.
The boys got up to go shaking their heads, "Girls."
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After the feast, the first year Gryffindors were lead up to the common room by the 6th year prefect Frank Longbottom.
The girls found their dormitory with four four-poster beds draped with red velvet curtains. Lily would have called dibs on the one on the end closest to the window, but before she could she found her trunk had already been set at the foot of it, and Pendragon was snoozing on top.
"Achoo!" she heard a sneeze behind her.
"Who's cat," Amy sneezed again and excitedly plopped down next to Pendragon.
"Mine," said Lily.
Amy sneezed again, "I love cats (sneeze), but Dad would never let me have one (sneeze) excuse me."
"Is it possibly because you're allergic," Liza laughed handing her a tissue.
"Thank you. (sneeze) Might have something to do with it." Amy hopped off of Lily's bed, blew her nose and crossed the room to where her own trunk had been placed. She opened it and unrolled a poster that was lying on the top. She pinned it to the wall beside her bed, "That's better." She brushed off her hands, "Now I'm home."
The other girls came over for a look at the poster, which showed 5 wizards and 2 witches all in navy blue robes flying around on broomsticks.
"Is that your Quidditch team?" Tara asked.
"Yeah," said Amy proudly, "My Dad used to play. That's him there."
The man she pointed at winked at her.
"He taught me to fly when I was five. I was really ticked I couldn't bring my Silver Arrow to school with me."
"What exactly is Quidditch?" Lily finally got up the nerve to ask.
The other girls stared at her.
"W-what is Quidditch?" Amy looked like she'd been mortally offended.
"Well, I know it's a game," Lily continued quickly, "Is it something like football?"
"Well it's got four balls," Tara began to explain, "and seven players on a team and. . ."
Amy pushed past her towards Lily, "Quidditch is life."
"Okay, I'm sorry," said Lily defensively. "I just didn't know I mean. . ."
"It's okay your parents are muggles," Amy was still riled up, "If you'd been from a wizarding family, I'd of had to wallop you." That sounded strange coming from the girl who was barely four feet tall.
As they got ready for bed the other girls explained it Lily all about Quidditch. Amy seemed to know an awful lot, Liza seemed only to care how good looking the players were and Tara just agreed with everything they said.
"Did somebody say Quidditch?" a voice came from the doorway. It was James Potter with Sirius Black close behind him.
The girls screamed.
"You're not supposed to be in here," Liza giggled with a huge grin on her face.
"She's right ya know," Remus had appeared behind the other two.
"What was that I didn't hear you?" Sirius grinned.
Remus took a step forward to yell it in his ear, but made the mistake of stepping over the threshold into the room.
"Oh look you're in here too," Sirius taunted.
"Come on guys," Lily begged, "We're tired and we just want to go to sleep."
"You didn't sound tired," James plopped down on the foot of her bed petting Pendragon, "You were talking about Quidditch."
That was enough to get Amy started again.
Lily ignored them all and went about unpacking and making herself at home. She pulled a poster of her own out of her trunk and tacked it up on the wall. It pictured four young men with longish hair. They weren't moving like the people in Amy's poster.
Liza was the first to notice it. "They're dead gorgeous, Lily. Who are they?"
"The Beatles."
"Beetles?" Peter asked. Lily wasn't sure when he found his way into the room.
"B-E-A-T," Lily explained, "like a drum beat."
"Oh."
"They're a muggle band. Well, they used to be. They broke up last spring." Lily looked a little sad.
"They are good looking," said Tara staring at the picture.
"Yeah," the other girls sighed.
The boys got up to go shaking their heads, "Girls."