Hermione, Harry, and Ron all boarded the Hogwarts Express together. They got a seat in the back of the train. Just then a girl came into their car. She was fairly tall, just a little shorter than Ron, and had shoulder length brownish blonde hair. She wore glasses, and behind them were pretty hazel eyes.
"Excuse me," she said to Hermione with a distinct American accent, "Is there anywhere to sit here? I can't find a seat."
"I'm sorry," replied Hermione, "There's no room left. Try up by the front."
"Thank you," she answered, and hurried off.
"I wonder who that was," said Hermione after she left.
"I dunno. Must be new though, she's too old to be a first year," answered Harry. "She looks like she's around fifth year, like us."
"Mmm," agreed Hermione. "She looks pretty nice though. What do you think, Ron?"
"Well, she's not exactly good looking."
"She's not exactly ugly either," defended Harry.
"I can't believe you! You base everything on looks," cried Hermione.
"Oh, yeah, and you never care about looks, Hermione. I seem to remember a certain Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher we had our second year..."
"That was different!"
"Oh, yeah, sure..."
And Harry, Hermione, and Ron continued talking and joking around for the rest of the ride. When they arrived at the Great Hall, they took their usual seats at the Gryffindor table and settled down to watch the sorting. When Professor McGonagall cried out, "Linde, Julie!" the American girl they had met on the train walked nervously forward. She sat on the stool and The Sorting Hat was placed on her head. She was there for a few moments, when the hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!" Harry, Hermione, and Ron, cheered with the rest of the table.
Julie came over to the table. She spotted the three friends and asked, "Do you mind if I sit here?"
"No, go right ahead," Harry told her.
"Thanks," she said. She sounded almost relieved.
"So, where are you from?" Hermione asked her.
"America- New York, to be exact. I attended The New York Institute of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I transferred when my dad switched his job, he's on the Ministry of Magic here."
"What department?" Ron asked curiously. It was the first time he'd talked to her.
"Umm, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, I believe. The head of the department is Arthur Weasley. He seems very friendly."
"Mmm, I know he is because I'm his son. My name's Ron Weasley. And these are my friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter."
"The Harry Potter?" Harry lifted his hair off his forehead to show her the scar. "Wow. So, do you guys play Quidditch?"
"Of course! I'm Seeker for Gryffindor," replied Harry enthusiastically.
"I like to, but I'm not on the team right now. I might go out for keeper this year, though, since Oliver Wood, our former keeper, left," said Ron. "What about you?"
"You'd better watch out, I was keeper at my old school," she said jokingly.
Just then Professor Dumbledore made his speech about all the rules at Hogwarts. Then he dismissed them to their common rooms. Julie turned to her new friends. "Would you mind if I hung out with you guys? Cause it's hard being the only new person when you've all known each other for five years."
"Sure," said Ron. He, Harry, and Julie had been talking about Quidditch while they were going to their common rooms. Then the talk turned to school work as Hermione and Julie went to the fifth year girl's room.
"See you tomorrow!" Julie and Hermione called to Ron and Harry. There was something enchanting about Julie. The boys were both intrigued by her. Yes, there was just something about her. They knew tomorrow would be an interesting day. Very interesting indeed.
"Excuse me," she said to Hermione with a distinct American accent, "Is there anywhere to sit here? I can't find a seat."
"I'm sorry," replied Hermione, "There's no room left. Try up by the front."
"Thank you," she answered, and hurried off.
"I wonder who that was," said Hermione after she left.
"I dunno. Must be new though, she's too old to be a first year," answered Harry. "She looks like she's around fifth year, like us."
"Mmm," agreed Hermione. "She looks pretty nice though. What do you think, Ron?"
"Well, she's not exactly good looking."
"She's not exactly ugly either," defended Harry.
"I can't believe you! You base everything on looks," cried Hermione.
"Oh, yeah, and you never care about looks, Hermione. I seem to remember a certain Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher we had our second year..."
"That was different!"
"Oh, yeah, sure..."
And Harry, Hermione, and Ron continued talking and joking around for the rest of the ride. When they arrived at the Great Hall, they took their usual seats at the Gryffindor table and settled down to watch the sorting. When Professor McGonagall cried out, "Linde, Julie!" the American girl they had met on the train walked nervously forward. She sat on the stool and The Sorting Hat was placed on her head. She was there for a few moments, when the hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!" Harry, Hermione, and Ron, cheered with the rest of the table.
Julie came over to the table. She spotted the three friends and asked, "Do you mind if I sit here?"
"No, go right ahead," Harry told her.
"Thanks," she said. She sounded almost relieved.
"So, where are you from?" Hermione asked her.
"America- New York, to be exact. I attended The New York Institute of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I transferred when my dad switched his job, he's on the Ministry of Magic here."
"What department?" Ron asked curiously. It was the first time he'd talked to her.
"Umm, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, I believe. The head of the department is Arthur Weasley. He seems very friendly."
"Mmm, I know he is because I'm his son. My name's Ron Weasley. And these are my friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter."
"The Harry Potter?" Harry lifted his hair off his forehead to show her the scar. "Wow. So, do you guys play Quidditch?"
"Of course! I'm Seeker for Gryffindor," replied Harry enthusiastically.
"I like to, but I'm not on the team right now. I might go out for keeper this year, though, since Oliver Wood, our former keeper, left," said Ron. "What about you?"
"You'd better watch out, I was keeper at my old school," she said jokingly.
Just then Professor Dumbledore made his speech about all the rules at Hogwarts. Then he dismissed them to their common rooms. Julie turned to her new friends. "Would you mind if I hung out with you guys? Cause it's hard being the only new person when you've all known each other for five years."
"Sure," said Ron. He, Harry, and Julie had been talking about Quidditch while they were going to their common rooms. Then the talk turned to school work as Hermione and Julie went to the fifth year girl's room.
"See you tomorrow!" Julie and Hermione called to Ron and Harry. There was something enchanting about Julie. The boys were both intrigued by her. Yes, there was just something about her. They knew tomorrow would be an interesting day. Very interesting indeed.