She sat in her room, not sleeping. Her hair was messy from turning over so
many times. She looked at her clock. Six am, it read. She hadn't slept at
all. And she had classes in two hours. She sighed, and grabbed a book off
her night stand. She opened it to where she had left off.
'The Trottles pot roast came next-' she read, 'the kind waitress had managed to persuade the chief to put a helping of Yorkshire Pudding on Raymond's plate, through anyone who knows anything about food knows that Yorkshire Pudding belongs to beef, and not pork. Raymond stared at the plate out of his round pale eyes. "I don't want roast potatoes," he said, "I want chips. Roast potatoes are boring." "Now Raymond, dear," began his mother. "I want CHIPS. This is supposed to be my treat, and it isn't a treat if I cant have chips!"'
She laughed to herself, remembering Harry always complain about his cousin, Dudley, and his aunt. She understood why Harry hated them so, now. But she then realized that she was reading a book that was much like Harry's own life. She looked at her clock again. Now, it said six thirty am. She heaved her self out of her bed, and opened the curtains around the other girls beads.
"Get up, sleepy heads!" she joked, "it is a bright, shining new day!" The other girls groaned, and Hannah threw a pillow at her, missing her by four feet. "Nice shot!" she smirked.
"Thank you," came the muffled reply. Then, Susan had an idea. She rapped on the door that was behind her, and spun around, opening it.
"OH! Professor SNAPE! What are you doing here?" The other girls shot up in their beds, with horror plastered over their faces. Susan began to laugh, hard.
"SUSAN BONES!" screamed Hannah, "YOU ARE GOING TO GET IT!" Susan darted out the door, and down the stairs.
The common room was deserted, so she started towards the portrait hole. She opened it, and began to wonder in the halls. She made her way to the Great Hall slowly. Light was straining through the windows, casting odd shaped shadows on the walls.
She entered the Great Hall, and a boy came up behind her.
"Great flying weather, huh?" He asked her, staring up at the ceiling. She laughed.
"I told you, Tom, I'm not going to try out for the team!" She told him. Tom's face fell.
"Aw, come one Susan! Think of the fun!"
"And think of the time that it takes up! If I'm on the Quidditch Team, then I won't have enough time to study!"
"Fine," Tom said, and sulked off. She laughed at his ignorance, and sat down at the Hufflepuff table.
"Good Morning, All!" Susan beamed down the table. She received a few odd looks from sleepy eyes students. She looked around, and saw only a few people at each table. She laughed to her self. Her eyes flickered to the Gryffindor table, and she saw three people get up, leaving only two others. She got up, and walked over to it.
"Hi!" she said to the two Gryffindors, "I'm Susan, sixth year Hufflepuff."
"Hi, Susan," said the boy, "My name is Danny. I'm a first year." The girl started laughing. Danny looked at her sharply, "And THAT is Abi. She's a first year also."
"Hi," Abi said, extending her hand for Susan to shake. They shook hands, and smiled.
"Are you muggleborn?" Susan asked the two.
"I am," said Abi, "But he's not." She shoved him, and he almost fell backwards. Susan started to laugh.
"What?" they asked at the same time.
"Nothing. You just remind me of someone that I knew. That's all" She laughed. She looked behind her, and saw her friends walk into the Great Hall, "Well, I'm going to go back now, have fun today!" She got up from the Gryffindor table, and walked back to the Hufflepuff table. She looked over her shoulder, and smiled as she watched Abi and Danny fight like brother and sister.
"I think they like each other," whispered Hannah.
"I hope so."
A/n: LOL!!! I bet you are all going to kill me now! Coz you don't know who said "Harry?!" lol! Only two reviews! Oh well, thank you:
Carebare: Well, you still don't know who knows about Harry. MUAHAHAHAHAhAhAhA!
S@bre Bl@ck: lol, I know. I just think it is funny...
I hope that you like the chapter, guys!
Shadun
P.S. What Susan was reading is a passage from The Secret of Platform 13, by Eva Ibbotson.
'The Trottles pot roast came next-' she read, 'the kind waitress had managed to persuade the chief to put a helping of Yorkshire Pudding on Raymond's plate, through anyone who knows anything about food knows that Yorkshire Pudding belongs to beef, and not pork. Raymond stared at the plate out of his round pale eyes. "I don't want roast potatoes," he said, "I want chips. Roast potatoes are boring." "Now Raymond, dear," began his mother. "I want CHIPS. This is supposed to be my treat, and it isn't a treat if I cant have chips!"'
She laughed to herself, remembering Harry always complain about his cousin, Dudley, and his aunt. She understood why Harry hated them so, now. But she then realized that she was reading a book that was much like Harry's own life. She looked at her clock again. Now, it said six thirty am. She heaved her self out of her bed, and opened the curtains around the other girls beads.
"Get up, sleepy heads!" she joked, "it is a bright, shining new day!" The other girls groaned, and Hannah threw a pillow at her, missing her by four feet. "Nice shot!" she smirked.
"Thank you," came the muffled reply. Then, Susan had an idea. She rapped on the door that was behind her, and spun around, opening it.
"OH! Professor SNAPE! What are you doing here?" The other girls shot up in their beds, with horror plastered over their faces. Susan began to laugh, hard.
"SUSAN BONES!" screamed Hannah, "YOU ARE GOING TO GET IT!" Susan darted out the door, and down the stairs.
The common room was deserted, so she started towards the portrait hole. She opened it, and began to wonder in the halls. She made her way to the Great Hall slowly. Light was straining through the windows, casting odd shaped shadows on the walls.
She entered the Great Hall, and a boy came up behind her.
"Great flying weather, huh?" He asked her, staring up at the ceiling. She laughed.
"I told you, Tom, I'm not going to try out for the team!" She told him. Tom's face fell.
"Aw, come one Susan! Think of the fun!"
"And think of the time that it takes up! If I'm on the Quidditch Team, then I won't have enough time to study!"
"Fine," Tom said, and sulked off. She laughed at his ignorance, and sat down at the Hufflepuff table.
"Good Morning, All!" Susan beamed down the table. She received a few odd looks from sleepy eyes students. She looked around, and saw only a few people at each table. She laughed to her self. Her eyes flickered to the Gryffindor table, and she saw three people get up, leaving only two others. She got up, and walked over to it.
"Hi!" she said to the two Gryffindors, "I'm Susan, sixth year Hufflepuff."
"Hi, Susan," said the boy, "My name is Danny. I'm a first year." The girl started laughing. Danny looked at her sharply, "And THAT is Abi. She's a first year also."
"Hi," Abi said, extending her hand for Susan to shake. They shook hands, and smiled.
"Are you muggleborn?" Susan asked the two.
"I am," said Abi, "But he's not." She shoved him, and he almost fell backwards. Susan started to laugh.
"What?" they asked at the same time.
"Nothing. You just remind me of someone that I knew. That's all" She laughed. She looked behind her, and saw her friends walk into the Great Hall, "Well, I'm going to go back now, have fun today!" She got up from the Gryffindor table, and walked back to the Hufflepuff table. She looked over her shoulder, and smiled as she watched Abi and Danny fight like brother and sister.
"I think they like each other," whispered Hannah.
"I hope so."
A/n: LOL!!! I bet you are all going to kill me now! Coz you don't know who said "Harry?!" lol! Only two reviews! Oh well, thank you:
Carebare: Well, you still don't know who knows about Harry. MUAHAHAHAHAhAhAhA!
S@bre Bl@ck: lol, I know. I just think it is funny...
I hope that you like the chapter, guys!
Shadun
P.S. What Susan was reading is a passage from The Secret of Platform 13, by Eva Ibbotson.