A/N: Hey! It's still snowing! This is probably gonna either be short or
really crappy so I don't blame you for never reading my work ever again!
LOL
Lizzie--- I saw Harry run up to the group and prayed he would get me out. God, I hate it when people make a fuss over me. Sometimes I just want to scream 'Hey! I'm a person just like you! There's nothing special about me!' Well, except for the fact that I can beat the crap out of everyone here. Where's Caitlin?
I see Harry squeeze into the group and grab my hand. He pulls with all his might and manages to drag me out of that mess of wizards and witches.
"Hey!" I give him a great big hug. "Thanks. It was hectic in there. So how are you?" I ask.
"Great! Hey! I want you to meet a couple of my friends. There right over here." He says. I look over to the group we're walking to and notice an extremely cute guy staring at me. I don't know whether to be flattered because he thinks I'm pretty or to be scared because he might be planning something to try and kill me. I'm glad when Harry notices him looking at me and says, "Hey! Wood! Hey! Anyone home?"
"What?" He says while blushing furiously. I think he finally notices he's staring and looks away. I giggle, then I gasp.
I lean over to Harry and whisper, "Hey, I forgot something in my trunk. Be right back."
I run over to my trunk and Hermione follows me. She's an okay girl. She asks me what I'm looking for and if she can help. I tell her my wand and explain that it's a family heirloom and I would probably get killed for not having it with me at all times. We find my wand and run back over to Harry and his friend. I can't believe he hasn't introduced us yet.
"Sorry, Harry." I say to my cousin. "Mom would have killed me if I had left this in my trunk unattended." I turn to Harry's friend. "It's a family heirloom, you see."
"Ah, yes. That's great." He says, then blushes again. "Well, I see you cousin has forgotten his manners. I'm Oliver Wood, but you can call me Wood." He reaches his hand out for me to shake. I take it while saying, "Nice to meet you Wood. I'm Elizabeth Porter, but you can call me Liz, Lizzie, or whatever you feel like calling me." I laugh and he laughs along with me.
All of the sudden Harry say, "Lizzie, where's Caitlin? Didn't she come with you?"
"Yeah, but I don't know where she went. Probably off somewhere making out with some guy.or girl." I say, and Harry and I laugh at our little joke.
"Who is this Caitlin you speak of Harry? We have only heard of one new student. Certainly not another Slayer either, seeing as there can only be one at a time unless the existing slayer dies, right?" Hermione speaks up.
"She's my cousin and best friend," I reply. "She came here to improve her magic skills, as did I."
"Well then, if she's your best friend then why do you make fun at her?" Wood challenges. "I've never seen Harry make fun of Hermione or Ron."
I was about to ask who Ron was when Hermione said, "By the way, where is Ron? He wanted to meet you ever so much after hearing about how awesome and powerful you are."
"He's probably off somewhere eating doughnuts or pigging out on chocolate," Harry says.
"Well then, maybe we should go find him. I mean, if her wants to meet me 'ever so much.' And while we're at it, Harry and I'll keep a look out for Caitlin," I say.
The three of them led me to a building where the Gryffindor Dorm was. I had been to the Sorting Hat just before I saw Harry and I learned I was in the same house as him, as was Caitlin. We decided to split up once we got there and Hermione and I would go look in the girls' dorm for Caitlin and the boys would look in the boys' dorm for this Ron kid they keep talking about. Personally, I think that if they can't ever find him, he might not be real. He might just be a figment of their imagination. But, that's just me. I do that sometimes.
Hermione led me into a hallway and we started searching for her.
"So what does your cousin look like?" Hermione asks. It didn't occur to me to tell her what Caitlin looks like. My bad.
"Well, she has long brown hair, dark blue eyes, she shorter than me by about five inches and she looks anorexic." I say. Hermione gives me this look.
"She's your best friend, you say?" I nod and she continues, "Then why do you describe her so horribly? Short? Anorexic? That means she doesn't eat right?"
I begin to think that I've scared her. "No no no. She's not really anorexic. She's one of those people who can eat anything and never, EVER get fat, and I hater her for it." Hermione gives me another look. "That was just a green-with-envy expression. She's still my best friend and favorite cousin."
"Right." Hermione says. It was then I finally realize that not only her, but everyone here has an English accent. Leave it to me to notice these little details.
"Well," Hermione finally says, "it looks like she's not here. Let's go wait for the boys outside."
"Okay," I say and follow Hermione out of the dorm.
Lizzie--- I saw Harry run up to the group and prayed he would get me out. God, I hate it when people make a fuss over me. Sometimes I just want to scream 'Hey! I'm a person just like you! There's nothing special about me!' Well, except for the fact that I can beat the crap out of everyone here. Where's Caitlin?
I see Harry squeeze into the group and grab my hand. He pulls with all his might and manages to drag me out of that mess of wizards and witches.
"Hey!" I give him a great big hug. "Thanks. It was hectic in there. So how are you?" I ask.
"Great! Hey! I want you to meet a couple of my friends. There right over here." He says. I look over to the group we're walking to and notice an extremely cute guy staring at me. I don't know whether to be flattered because he thinks I'm pretty or to be scared because he might be planning something to try and kill me. I'm glad when Harry notices him looking at me and says, "Hey! Wood! Hey! Anyone home?"
"What?" He says while blushing furiously. I think he finally notices he's staring and looks away. I giggle, then I gasp.
I lean over to Harry and whisper, "Hey, I forgot something in my trunk. Be right back."
I run over to my trunk and Hermione follows me. She's an okay girl. She asks me what I'm looking for and if she can help. I tell her my wand and explain that it's a family heirloom and I would probably get killed for not having it with me at all times. We find my wand and run back over to Harry and his friend. I can't believe he hasn't introduced us yet.
"Sorry, Harry." I say to my cousin. "Mom would have killed me if I had left this in my trunk unattended." I turn to Harry's friend. "It's a family heirloom, you see."
"Ah, yes. That's great." He says, then blushes again. "Well, I see you cousin has forgotten his manners. I'm Oliver Wood, but you can call me Wood." He reaches his hand out for me to shake. I take it while saying, "Nice to meet you Wood. I'm Elizabeth Porter, but you can call me Liz, Lizzie, or whatever you feel like calling me." I laugh and he laughs along with me.
All of the sudden Harry say, "Lizzie, where's Caitlin? Didn't she come with you?"
"Yeah, but I don't know where she went. Probably off somewhere making out with some guy.or girl." I say, and Harry and I laugh at our little joke.
"Who is this Caitlin you speak of Harry? We have only heard of one new student. Certainly not another Slayer either, seeing as there can only be one at a time unless the existing slayer dies, right?" Hermione speaks up.
"She's my cousin and best friend," I reply. "She came here to improve her magic skills, as did I."
"Well then, if she's your best friend then why do you make fun at her?" Wood challenges. "I've never seen Harry make fun of Hermione or Ron."
I was about to ask who Ron was when Hermione said, "By the way, where is Ron? He wanted to meet you ever so much after hearing about how awesome and powerful you are."
"He's probably off somewhere eating doughnuts or pigging out on chocolate," Harry says.
"Well then, maybe we should go find him. I mean, if her wants to meet me 'ever so much.' And while we're at it, Harry and I'll keep a look out for Caitlin," I say.
The three of them led me to a building where the Gryffindor Dorm was. I had been to the Sorting Hat just before I saw Harry and I learned I was in the same house as him, as was Caitlin. We decided to split up once we got there and Hermione and I would go look in the girls' dorm for Caitlin and the boys would look in the boys' dorm for this Ron kid they keep talking about. Personally, I think that if they can't ever find him, he might not be real. He might just be a figment of their imagination. But, that's just me. I do that sometimes.
Hermione led me into a hallway and we started searching for her.
"So what does your cousin look like?" Hermione asks. It didn't occur to me to tell her what Caitlin looks like. My bad.
"Well, she has long brown hair, dark blue eyes, she shorter than me by about five inches and she looks anorexic." I say. Hermione gives me this look.
"She's your best friend, you say?" I nod and she continues, "Then why do you describe her so horribly? Short? Anorexic? That means she doesn't eat right?"
I begin to think that I've scared her. "No no no. She's not really anorexic. She's one of those people who can eat anything and never, EVER get fat, and I hater her for it." Hermione gives me another look. "That was just a green-with-envy expression. She's still my best friend and favorite cousin."
"Right." Hermione says. It was then I finally realize that not only her, but everyone here has an English accent. Leave it to me to notice these little details.
"Well," Hermione finally says, "it looks like she's not here. Let's go wait for the boys outside."
"Okay," I say and follow Hermione out of the dorm.