Disclaimer: Clap our hands, sing a rhyme, let's join Larissa one more time
singing, "Not mine, not mine, not mine... NOT MINE!"
Lilith Dab, Pamela Kaplan and Caoimhe MacPharlain are mine.
A/N: Also, Caoimhe is pronounced: KWEE-va. Fionnabhair is pronounced: FIN-a- vair. Eoin is pronounced: Owen. Ciaran is pronounced: KEY-ran. Ailish is pronounced like it's spelled. They're all Gaelic.
A/N 2: Thank you so much for all the reviews! I love you all! MWAH!
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"I'm not at all tired," Pamela Kaplan said as she pulled on her nightgown and picked out her uniform for the next day.
"Can't say I am either," Lilith Dab replied as she set up her photographs on her bedside table.
Molly looked around the Gryffindor first year girl's dormitory. There were four other girls, all different from each other. There was Faye, waif-like and quiet but with quite a good sense of humor.
Pamela was tall with black hair in a short boy's cut, she had a pink mark in the shape of a "P" on the side of her neck which she said was from her older sister mucking around with their mum's wand when she was a four-year- old hovering over Pamela's crib.
Then there was Lilith, platinum blonde and very cute. She wore glasses for reading and had a dramatic voice, annunciating and exaggerating each an every syllable. Molly vaguely
And lastly there was Caoimhe MacPharlain who was straight out of inner-city Dublin and spoke with a heavy accent. Only Faye could truly understand everything she said which was rather frustrating as she talked an awful lot and appeared to be quite funny because Faye couldn't seem to stop laughing around her. Caoimhe had red hair like Molly only hers was so bright it was sunshine yellow , she was by far the most unique looking although Lilith was more classically beautiful.
Molly felt rather dumpy beside all of them but she was cheerful by nature and decided not to let spite get the best of her. All of the girls seemed friendly, but Molly thought she'd most like to be friends with Faye and Caoimhe. Perhaps she'd make a bigger effort to decipher what Caoimhe was saying.
Molly had the bed smack in the middle of five. Faye had the one on her right and Caoimhe had the one to Faye's right. On Molly's left was Lilith and then Pamela.
"Molly? Earth to Molly?" Lilith was waving a hand in front of her face.
"Oh! Sorry, what?" Molly asked, startled. The others groaned. Lilith sighed,
"We were saying Molly, that it mightn't be a bad idea to expand your bed a bit so we can all sit on it and talk to each other. Seeing as it's in the center, I thought it would be easiest." Lilith smiled, brightly. Molly nodded,
"Of course, go right ahead," she replied. Lilith pulled out her wand and aimed it directly at Molly's bed,
"Though not a place to rest my head, for now a place to lounge instead; let's use magic to enlarge this bed!" The bed began to expand until it met Faye and Lilith 's bed, forming one large bed.
"Wow!" Pamela exclaimed, "That didn't even sound like a real spell."
"Oh, it's not," Lilith answered, "I just have this thing with magic and rhyming." She climbed onto the bed. "Come on, all of you, hop on." They all obliged.
"So," Caoimhe began, "I guess I'll tell all of yeh a li'l bit about meself. Me name's Caoimhe Fionnabhair MacPharlain. I'll be twelve in February. I've got a brother, 'is name is Eoin. 'e'll be fifteen in March. So, he's a fourth year. I've got another brother, Ciaran who just turned twelve. 'e's a second year. Me sister, Ailish is twenty. She's a photographer for the Daily Prophet. I'm the youngest and definitely the most attractive or so says my boyfriend Finn, although my brother Ciaran's available if any of you are interested."
They all laughed and Lilith cried out, "I am!" Everyone giggled a little more before Lilith started speaking again, "Well, I'm Lilith Dab. I'm just eleven last month, I've got no siblings, no boyfriend and my parents were both home schooled so I have no connection to Hogwarts whatsoever. You're turn, Pam."
Pamela, wrinkled up her nose, "Never call me Pam. My name is Pamela. I am Pamela Jean Kaplan, Muggle-born. I really don't want a boyfriend, bit of a nuisance. Oh, and I turn twelve January 1st." There was a silence as Faye and Molly couldn't decide who should go first, finally Faye tossed her hair over her shoulder and began to speak,
"I'm Faye Marie Chaplin, I turned eleven in July. I've got no brothers or sisters but I'm pretty all right as an only child. I love to sing, and my favorite singer is me mum, Marie Chaplin."
"Marie Chaplin!" Molly interrupted, "that singer from the forties, who sang 'My Mighty Wizard'?"
"Yeah."
"Ooh!" Lilith exclaimed, "My mum loves that song. Sing it for us, Faye."
Faye nodded and took a breath, "Oh, you brought me down that hill, I was quite content until, you took me on that broomstick riiiide...my maiden, you said, whatever the weather, I'll be there for you, and I believed it too, they said not to. And you still showed in a blizzard; my mighty wizard."
"You're voice is almost identical to your mother's, Faye," Pamela gushed.
"Nahhh, she's better. Oh, Molly, you still haven't said anything."
Molly was kind of hoping they'd forgotten that but she sighed and told them what was to be a very bland tale, "Well my name is Molly Abigail Edwards and my initials spell "Mae" which kind of neat. I've been eleven since April, my sisters both go to Hogwarts, they're in Ravenclaw. Their names are Amelia and Gail and Amelia's a fifth year and Gail's a third. I haven't got a boyfriend but that's all right." She smiled. Easy as that.
Or not.
"Well, maybe not for long the way Arthur Weasley was looking at you this evening," Caoimhe, said. Lilith and Pamela started giggling.
"Ooooh, Molly, a third year. Fancy having a third year on you, Pam?" Lilith spluttered between fits of hysteria.
"I should think not!" was Pamela's retort.
"I don't fancy Arthur Weasley," Molly said, her face positively crimson.
"Why're you blushing then?" Lilith pressed.
"I'm not blushing I'm TICKED OFF!" Molly shrieked.
"Aww, Molly's got a temper on her," Pamela crooned.
"Yeah, I do as a matter of fact and if you don't like it, you can get off my bloody bed!"
"Oh, no, Molly, we were only joking," Lilith said, out of breath.
"Yeah, well, the jokes over and we best get to bed anyway," Caoimhe replied in Molly's defense.
"She's right, it's nearly one in the morning," Faye said quietly. Lilith pulled out her wand,
"Send me to heaven, not to hell and please undo this dirty spell!" The bed shrunk back to size, causing Pamela and Caoimhe to fall off.
Five minutes later when they were all in bed, Molly couldn't help wondering if she really didn't fancy Arthur Weasley.
Lilith Dab, Pamela Kaplan and Caoimhe MacPharlain are mine.
A/N: Also, Caoimhe is pronounced: KWEE-va. Fionnabhair is pronounced: FIN-a- vair. Eoin is pronounced: Owen. Ciaran is pronounced: KEY-ran. Ailish is pronounced like it's spelled. They're all Gaelic.
A/N 2: Thank you so much for all the reviews! I love you all! MWAH!
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"I'm not at all tired," Pamela Kaplan said as she pulled on her nightgown and picked out her uniform for the next day.
"Can't say I am either," Lilith Dab replied as she set up her photographs on her bedside table.
Molly looked around the Gryffindor first year girl's dormitory. There were four other girls, all different from each other. There was Faye, waif-like and quiet but with quite a good sense of humor.
Pamela was tall with black hair in a short boy's cut, she had a pink mark in the shape of a "P" on the side of her neck which she said was from her older sister mucking around with their mum's wand when she was a four-year- old hovering over Pamela's crib.
Then there was Lilith, platinum blonde and very cute. She wore glasses for reading and had a dramatic voice, annunciating and exaggerating each an every syllable. Molly vaguely
And lastly there was Caoimhe MacPharlain who was straight out of inner-city Dublin and spoke with a heavy accent. Only Faye could truly understand everything she said which was rather frustrating as she talked an awful lot and appeared to be quite funny because Faye couldn't seem to stop laughing around her. Caoimhe had red hair like Molly only hers was so bright it was sunshine yellow , she was by far the most unique looking although Lilith was more classically beautiful.
Molly felt rather dumpy beside all of them but she was cheerful by nature and decided not to let spite get the best of her. All of the girls seemed friendly, but Molly thought she'd most like to be friends with Faye and Caoimhe. Perhaps she'd make a bigger effort to decipher what Caoimhe was saying.
Molly had the bed smack in the middle of five. Faye had the one on her right and Caoimhe had the one to Faye's right. On Molly's left was Lilith and then Pamela.
"Molly? Earth to Molly?" Lilith was waving a hand in front of her face.
"Oh! Sorry, what?" Molly asked, startled. The others groaned. Lilith sighed,
"We were saying Molly, that it mightn't be a bad idea to expand your bed a bit so we can all sit on it and talk to each other. Seeing as it's in the center, I thought it would be easiest." Lilith smiled, brightly. Molly nodded,
"Of course, go right ahead," she replied. Lilith pulled out her wand and aimed it directly at Molly's bed,
"Though not a place to rest my head, for now a place to lounge instead; let's use magic to enlarge this bed!" The bed began to expand until it met Faye and Lilith 's bed, forming one large bed.
"Wow!" Pamela exclaimed, "That didn't even sound like a real spell."
"Oh, it's not," Lilith answered, "I just have this thing with magic and rhyming." She climbed onto the bed. "Come on, all of you, hop on." They all obliged.
"So," Caoimhe began, "I guess I'll tell all of yeh a li'l bit about meself. Me name's Caoimhe Fionnabhair MacPharlain. I'll be twelve in February. I've got a brother, 'is name is Eoin. 'e'll be fifteen in March. So, he's a fourth year. I've got another brother, Ciaran who just turned twelve. 'e's a second year. Me sister, Ailish is twenty. She's a photographer for the Daily Prophet. I'm the youngest and definitely the most attractive or so says my boyfriend Finn, although my brother Ciaran's available if any of you are interested."
They all laughed and Lilith cried out, "I am!" Everyone giggled a little more before Lilith started speaking again, "Well, I'm Lilith Dab. I'm just eleven last month, I've got no siblings, no boyfriend and my parents were both home schooled so I have no connection to Hogwarts whatsoever. You're turn, Pam."
Pamela, wrinkled up her nose, "Never call me Pam. My name is Pamela. I am Pamela Jean Kaplan, Muggle-born. I really don't want a boyfriend, bit of a nuisance. Oh, and I turn twelve January 1st." There was a silence as Faye and Molly couldn't decide who should go first, finally Faye tossed her hair over her shoulder and began to speak,
"I'm Faye Marie Chaplin, I turned eleven in July. I've got no brothers or sisters but I'm pretty all right as an only child. I love to sing, and my favorite singer is me mum, Marie Chaplin."
"Marie Chaplin!" Molly interrupted, "that singer from the forties, who sang 'My Mighty Wizard'?"
"Yeah."
"Ooh!" Lilith exclaimed, "My mum loves that song. Sing it for us, Faye."
Faye nodded and took a breath, "Oh, you brought me down that hill, I was quite content until, you took me on that broomstick riiiide...my maiden, you said, whatever the weather, I'll be there for you, and I believed it too, they said not to. And you still showed in a blizzard; my mighty wizard."
"You're voice is almost identical to your mother's, Faye," Pamela gushed.
"Nahhh, she's better. Oh, Molly, you still haven't said anything."
Molly was kind of hoping they'd forgotten that but she sighed and told them what was to be a very bland tale, "Well my name is Molly Abigail Edwards and my initials spell "Mae" which kind of neat. I've been eleven since April, my sisters both go to Hogwarts, they're in Ravenclaw. Their names are Amelia and Gail and Amelia's a fifth year and Gail's a third. I haven't got a boyfriend but that's all right." She smiled. Easy as that.
Or not.
"Well, maybe not for long the way Arthur Weasley was looking at you this evening," Caoimhe, said. Lilith and Pamela started giggling.
"Ooooh, Molly, a third year. Fancy having a third year on you, Pam?" Lilith spluttered between fits of hysteria.
"I should think not!" was Pamela's retort.
"I don't fancy Arthur Weasley," Molly said, her face positively crimson.
"Why're you blushing then?" Lilith pressed.
"I'm not blushing I'm TICKED OFF!" Molly shrieked.
"Aww, Molly's got a temper on her," Pamela crooned.
"Yeah, I do as a matter of fact and if you don't like it, you can get off my bloody bed!"
"Oh, no, Molly, we were only joking," Lilith said, out of breath.
"Yeah, well, the jokes over and we best get to bed anyway," Caoimhe replied in Molly's defense.
"She's right, it's nearly one in the morning," Faye said quietly. Lilith pulled out her wand,
"Send me to heaven, not to hell and please undo this dirty spell!" The bed shrunk back to size, causing Pamela and Caoimhe to fall off.
Five minutes later when they were all in bed, Molly couldn't help wondering if she really didn't fancy Arthur Weasley.