"He's so dreamy," Luna said, taping a picture of Oliver Wood to her
Transfigurations book.
Deanna, Patrick, and Luna all sat in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, chatting with each other about everything and anything they did in the summer.
"He's alright," Deanna said limply, thinking about her dumb encounter with Harry Potter.
"New topic," Patrick said pleadingly, not really caring to hear about what they thought about Wood.
"Shut up, Pat," Luna said, drawing hearts around Oliver's smiley face with her pink quill.
Pat rolled his eyes, and took out his headphones and stuck them on. Luna raised an eyebrow at them, and stole a glance at Deanna. Luna's family had been wizards dated back to who knows when, as Pat was born into a muggle, or non-magical family.
"I'm definitely going to talk to him this year," Luna said, shrugging off the mysterious headphones and flipping back her long black hair.
"You say that every year," Deanna laughed, shaking her head. Suddenly they all lurched forward and bounced back again as the train came to a stop.
"We're here!" Pat said excitedly, pulling off his headphones and shoving them into his suitcase.
They all scrambled out of the train, and followed the rest of the students into Hogwarts. The chattering line of wistful students trailed into the Great Hall, scattering into different directions to join the others in their house tables. Finally, when all was seated, Dumbledore stood up, which silenced the room.
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, smiling at all of them under his half-moon spectacles. "I hope this one shall be a most enjoying one for all of you. First we shall sort our first years, and then start the feast ceremony. Let the sorting begin."
He sat down in his seat, as many first years entered the room behind Professor McGonagall. All of the first-years looked so small and scared, huddled in groups and glancing all around the Great Hall with nervous eyes as if it were some ancient castle. which, actually, it was.
"Plum Brudwick," McGonagall called out, looking up from her list as a plump girl with frizzy brown hair sat atop the stool.
Deanna held back a laugh at the girl's terrified face, as her eyes wandered up towards Harry and his friends, a few seats up. She wondered if he thought of her as a clumsy oaf. If someone had stumbled into her, and started asking her obvious questions she would have probably thought the same way, which made her feel a bit down. She quickly tore her eyes off Harry as Luna nudged her from the side.
"You were drooling!" Luna whispered to her, laughing. "Who were you staring at? Oliver? Where is he sitting?"
"No, not Oliver." Deanna said, flushing again. "I'm just a bit bored."
"Sure," Luna said, not convinced.
As the sorting went on, she tried hard not to look at Harry once more. Once it was finished, Dumbledore stood up again and announced the feast to begin, as lavishing and scrumptious-looking foods appeared on golden plates in front of them.
"Oh, great," Luna said. "Snape is still the Potions teacher. Hey, look! That man, there! He's sitting where Madame Hooch used to sit! I think we've got a new Quittich coach!"
Deanna looked up where Luna was indicating. A tall man sat listening to Dumbledore, picking at his bacon. He was actually quite handsome, with two patches of grey hair on either side of his head and a bald spot in the middle. His face was drawn up in a half smile, making him look very jolly indeed.
"Whoa!" Pat said, now staring at the new Quittich teacher, too. "That's Bowman Wright, the very man who helped invent the Golden Snitch! He's got to be a few hundred years old now!"
"He looks in fine shape," Luna said, nodding. "Well, for a few hundred-year- old man. That's pretty weird we're a few feet away from the very man who invented the Golden Snitch.
"Harry Potter will be psyched," Deanna said knowingly.
"Since when do you know what Harry Potter likes?" Luna asked, raising an eyebrow and dishing herself some pumpkin pie.
"I. er- I dunno," She answered, trying not to blush.
"Right," Luna replied, rolling her eyes. "It looks to me you've got a big crush on Potter."
"Do not!" Deanna yelled, narrowing her eyes, but it didn't stop her from blushing.
"Well, you were drooling at him during the Sorting Ceremony," Luna started. "And you've suddenly lost all interest in Wood."
"That doesn't mean I like him, alright?" She retorted back rather hastily, slamming down some mashed potatoes on her fragile plate.
"Whatever," Luna replied, rolling her eyes once more.
"Lighten up, will you two?" Pat said firmly. "It's the first day back!"
Pat was usually the peace-maker of them all, which was quite odd. He was actually dashingly handsome, with hazel eyes and very short brown hair identical to Oliver Wood's. He was very much into Quittich and was very good at Transfigurations. Luna, on the other hand, was quite different. Her long black hair and devilish green eyes made her almost look like a Slytherin, though her loud enthusiastic ways of handling things and her deep poetry made her a true Gryffindor.
Soon Deanna found herself back in the Girls Dormitory, tucked up in her four-poster and looking out at the drizzling rain. Her bed was placed a few feet from the window, which made it a great place to view the grounds from. As the thick droplets of rain ran down the window, she soon dozed off into her dream world.
Deanna, Patrick, and Luna all sat in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, chatting with each other about everything and anything they did in the summer.
"He's alright," Deanna said limply, thinking about her dumb encounter with Harry Potter.
"New topic," Patrick said pleadingly, not really caring to hear about what they thought about Wood.
"Shut up, Pat," Luna said, drawing hearts around Oliver's smiley face with her pink quill.
Pat rolled his eyes, and took out his headphones and stuck them on. Luna raised an eyebrow at them, and stole a glance at Deanna. Luna's family had been wizards dated back to who knows when, as Pat was born into a muggle, or non-magical family.
"I'm definitely going to talk to him this year," Luna said, shrugging off the mysterious headphones and flipping back her long black hair.
"You say that every year," Deanna laughed, shaking her head. Suddenly they all lurched forward and bounced back again as the train came to a stop.
"We're here!" Pat said excitedly, pulling off his headphones and shoving them into his suitcase.
They all scrambled out of the train, and followed the rest of the students into Hogwarts. The chattering line of wistful students trailed into the Great Hall, scattering into different directions to join the others in their house tables. Finally, when all was seated, Dumbledore stood up, which silenced the room.
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, smiling at all of them under his half-moon spectacles. "I hope this one shall be a most enjoying one for all of you. First we shall sort our first years, and then start the feast ceremony. Let the sorting begin."
He sat down in his seat, as many first years entered the room behind Professor McGonagall. All of the first-years looked so small and scared, huddled in groups and glancing all around the Great Hall with nervous eyes as if it were some ancient castle. which, actually, it was.
"Plum Brudwick," McGonagall called out, looking up from her list as a plump girl with frizzy brown hair sat atop the stool.
Deanna held back a laugh at the girl's terrified face, as her eyes wandered up towards Harry and his friends, a few seats up. She wondered if he thought of her as a clumsy oaf. If someone had stumbled into her, and started asking her obvious questions she would have probably thought the same way, which made her feel a bit down. She quickly tore her eyes off Harry as Luna nudged her from the side.
"You were drooling!" Luna whispered to her, laughing. "Who were you staring at? Oliver? Where is he sitting?"
"No, not Oliver." Deanna said, flushing again. "I'm just a bit bored."
"Sure," Luna said, not convinced.
As the sorting went on, she tried hard not to look at Harry once more. Once it was finished, Dumbledore stood up again and announced the feast to begin, as lavishing and scrumptious-looking foods appeared on golden plates in front of them.
"Oh, great," Luna said. "Snape is still the Potions teacher. Hey, look! That man, there! He's sitting where Madame Hooch used to sit! I think we've got a new Quittich coach!"
Deanna looked up where Luna was indicating. A tall man sat listening to Dumbledore, picking at his bacon. He was actually quite handsome, with two patches of grey hair on either side of his head and a bald spot in the middle. His face was drawn up in a half smile, making him look very jolly indeed.
"Whoa!" Pat said, now staring at the new Quittich teacher, too. "That's Bowman Wright, the very man who helped invent the Golden Snitch! He's got to be a few hundred years old now!"
"He looks in fine shape," Luna said, nodding. "Well, for a few hundred-year- old man. That's pretty weird we're a few feet away from the very man who invented the Golden Snitch.
"Harry Potter will be psyched," Deanna said knowingly.
"Since when do you know what Harry Potter likes?" Luna asked, raising an eyebrow and dishing herself some pumpkin pie.
"I. er- I dunno," She answered, trying not to blush.
"Right," Luna replied, rolling her eyes. "It looks to me you've got a big crush on Potter."
"Do not!" Deanna yelled, narrowing her eyes, but it didn't stop her from blushing.
"Well, you were drooling at him during the Sorting Ceremony," Luna started. "And you've suddenly lost all interest in Wood."
"That doesn't mean I like him, alright?" She retorted back rather hastily, slamming down some mashed potatoes on her fragile plate.
"Whatever," Luna replied, rolling her eyes once more.
"Lighten up, will you two?" Pat said firmly. "It's the first day back!"
Pat was usually the peace-maker of them all, which was quite odd. He was actually dashingly handsome, with hazel eyes and very short brown hair identical to Oliver Wood's. He was very much into Quittich and was very good at Transfigurations. Luna, on the other hand, was quite different. Her long black hair and devilish green eyes made her almost look like a Slytherin, though her loud enthusiastic ways of handling things and her deep poetry made her a true Gryffindor.
Soon Deanna found herself back in the Girls Dormitory, tucked up in her four-poster and looking out at the drizzling rain. Her bed was placed a few feet from the window, which made it a great place to view the grounds from. As the thick droplets of rain ran down the window, she soon dozed off into her dream world.