Three days later, Lily, Ivy and Cat were having a rare moment together,
without their significant others, on a trip in Hogsmede.
"I don't care what you guys say. This place rocks." Ivy said, as they walked around the streets of the wizarding town. "Definitely our best idea yet." Cat agreed.
The three girls had a secret, which they planned to keep to themselves. It was pure chance that they had stumbled on the spell book in Lily's attic, along with an old wand. They actually belonged to Lily's Uncle Derrick, (who they don't talk about much) who was in fact, a wizard. He had written down all his adventures at the Wizarding school of Hogwarts, and Diagon Alley, and other such magical places.
From that day they devised a plan to get themselves to Hogwarts. They went to London, found Diagon Alley, bought what other students their age were, book- and supply-wise, and generally, did everything that Uncle Derrick had done. The buying of their wands was slightly difficult, as none of them appeared to match, for the girls had seemingly no magical talent. But finally, the last four wands in Olivanders responded to their efforts and they were set for Hogwarts.
Now, 'Four?' I hear you ask? Yes, there were actually four girls in this group, but the fourth girl hadn't been able to make it on the day the Hogwarts Express departed from Kings Cross, and was forced to stay in London.or so they thought.
Lily, Ivy and Cat were just turning around a corner when they saw a familiar looking girl coming out of The Three Broomsticks. Lily did a double take. "It can't be!?" she exclaimed.
The tall, blonde girl turned at her voice, and grinned. "That's right. The Bitch is back!" she said, walking over to hug her friends. "It's about bloody time you lot showed up, too. I've been here a week."
"Cleo, how did you get here? I thought you were stuck in London." Cat asked, when the four had calmed down. "Well, I couldn't very well leave you three to have all the fun, could I?.and speaking of fun, who is that?" she asked, motioning at a bunch of Slytherins emerging from Honeydukes.
"Which one?" Ivy asked, turning around. "The cute one, dummy." "But there are none." Lily said, confused. She always had been prejudiced against the Slytherins. "She means Draco, twit." Ivy muttered. "Oh." Lily said, tilting her head. "Yeah, I suppose he's kinda cute if you tilt your head like this and squint." Turning her head the other way, she added, "But this way he kinda looks like a parrot." Cat followed her lead and turned her own head. "Hey, you're right."
Cleo rolled her eyes at her friends. "If you two have quite finished?" The two girls straightened, and grinned, apologetically.
"Round of Butterbeer's then?" Cleo asked, "My shout,"
"I don't care what you guys say. This place rocks." Ivy said, as they walked around the streets of the wizarding town. "Definitely our best idea yet." Cat agreed.
The three girls had a secret, which they planned to keep to themselves. It was pure chance that they had stumbled on the spell book in Lily's attic, along with an old wand. They actually belonged to Lily's Uncle Derrick, (who they don't talk about much) who was in fact, a wizard. He had written down all his adventures at the Wizarding school of Hogwarts, and Diagon Alley, and other such magical places.
From that day they devised a plan to get themselves to Hogwarts. They went to London, found Diagon Alley, bought what other students their age were, book- and supply-wise, and generally, did everything that Uncle Derrick had done. The buying of their wands was slightly difficult, as none of them appeared to match, for the girls had seemingly no magical talent. But finally, the last four wands in Olivanders responded to their efforts and they were set for Hogwarts.
Now, 'Four?' I hear you ask? Yes, there were actually four girls in this group, but the fourth girl hadn't been able to make it on the day the Hogwarts Express departed from Kings Cross, and was forced to stay in London.or so they thought.
Lily, Ivy and Cat were just turning around a corner when they saw a familiar looking girl coming out of The Three Broomsticks. Lily did a double take. "It can't be!?" she exclaimed.
The tall, blonde girl turned at her voice, and grinned. "That's right. The Bitch is back!" she said, walking over to hug her friends. "It's about bloody time you lot showed up, too. I've been here a week."
"Cleo, how did you get here? I thought you were stuck in London." Cat asked, when the four had calmed down. "Well, I couldn't very well leave you three to have all the fun, could I?.and speaking of fun, who is that?" she asked, motioning at a bunch of Slytherins emerging from Honeydukes.
"Which one?" Ivy asked, turning around. "The cute one, dummy." "But there are none." Lily said, confused. She always had been prejudiced against the Slytherins. "She means Draco, twit." Ivy muttered. "Oh." Lily said, tilting her head. "Yeah, I suppose he's kinda cute if you tilt your head like this and squint." Turning her head the other way, she added, "But this way he kinda looks like a parrot." Cat followed her lead and turned her own head. "Hey, you're right."
Cleo rolled her eyes at her friends. "If you two have quite finished?" The two girls straightened, and grinned, apologetically.
"Round of Butterbeer's then?" Cleo asked, "My shout,"