"I'm bored!" One of Beth's dorm mates sighed loudly. Her statement made two
of the other girls start laughing hysterically much to the indignation to
the first. "What's so funny?" She asked huffily
"We had a bet on, I said it would take twenty minutes for you to say that. I won!"
Was the response. Beth looked up from her book and smiled. She liked al three of her dorm mates, they were very funny lively people who were continually laughing at every thing.
The first girl got all pouty because the others were making fun of her and defended herself by throwing a pillow at the other two. A vicious pillow fight soon started and Beth eagerly joined in. The girls were having so much fun they didn't notice the door slowly creek open or the forlorn little figure standing in the doorway.
"Es-Excuse m-m-me." She said softly, but it didn't have much of an effect on the girls. She tried again, still nothing. Finally she shouted loudly over the shrieks and laughter, "EXCUSE ME!" In an instant the room was deathly quiet, everyone was staring at the newcomer as if they were frozen in place. "I-is this the, the first year g-g-girls dorm?" She stuttered shyly.
Slowly the other girls lowered the pillows they were holding. "Um.I'll take that as a 'yes'," The small girl said nervously, "I'm your new roomy."
They all stared at the frightened creature in front of them. The first thing Beth noticed were her eyes. They were the deepest blue she had ever seen, so deep, in fact, that they looked to be almost violet. Her hair was light brown and wildly curly and she was very short. She also looked like she was about to die of fright.
"Hi. I'm Elizabeth, and these are Shannon, Tatum, and Suzanne." Beth said introducing them all and smiling kindly trying not to scare the girl any more than she already was.
"I'm Emily. Emily Carte." She answered her great blue eyes flicking over each of their faces.
"Please don't call me Shannon, I hate it. I'm Shay, Tatum is Tate, Suzanne is Zanne, and weather she likes it or not Elizabeth is Lizbeth. It's this thing we're doing all of us have had our names shortened, even the boys." Shay explained. It was in fact a game that she and one of the first year boys, Mark Johnson, had started a few weeks ago. She had called him Markie and he called her Shay, then they proceeded to give all the first years' new names. Shannon Alders was a tall girl with dark honey blonde hair, blue eyes and wasn't afraid of anyone or anything. She was extremely self-confident and out-going. Everyone liked her.
"In that case, welcome to your new home, Emmy." Tate smiled cheekily. Tate, or Tatum Delaney, was the tomboy of the group, she hated the fact that she wasn't a boy and so she constantly acted like one. Her dark brown hair was chopped into a short urchin hairstyle and freckles peppered her nose and cheeks. She had the naughtiest grin Beth had ever seen and she was always wondering if Tate was up to something.
"Let's get you settled in Miss Tardy." The last girl of the group was Suzanne Richards, commonly known as Zanne. She was a short, fiery girl with a hot temper and a wicked sense of humour. She had bobbed brown hair and caramel coloured eyes. Zanne made everyone laugh and was the clown of the first years who believed that fun came first and books second.
"Um.Lisbeth? Why are you packing already? School doesn't end for another three days." Emmy said one afternoon in the girls' dormitory.
"Yes, I know, but if I don't start now I'll never find all my stuff." Beth answered from under her bed.
"Why?" Emmy asked again. She found all the girls that lived in her dorm incredibly confusing. Tate walked, talked, and acted like a boy twenty four hours a day, Zanne was an shameless flirt who had nothing better to do with her time than to lead the boys around on an imaginary chain, Shay was loud and talked so much that conversations with her were actually monologues, and now Beth was packing to go home three days early so that she could find her things! Was she the only normal person in this place?
"I don't know if you noticed, but I'm probably the messiest person in the world." Beth began explaining. Emmy nodded her head in agreement. Beth was messy and it drove Emmy, a self-proclaimed neat freak, crazy! "So what I do is divide my living area into three and spent three days packing and searching for all my stuff. Today's the dorm, tomorrow's the common room, and Friday is the bathroom. That way I'm sure not to leave anything behind and I still have time to do other things." Emmy had to agree it was a good plan, strange, but good.
Shaking her head she sat on her bed and watched Beth crawling around on the floor looking for lost quills. Beth's bed looked like a bomb had hit it; there were clothes, pieces of parchment, and quill everywhere. Perched precariously on a large pile of clothes was a large wicker basket, which had previously been under the bed. "What's the basket for?" Emmy asked.
"My cat." Beth answered distractedly.
"You have a cat?"
"Ja, I do, she likes do be outside though so we don't see her often."
"What breed is it?" Emmy asked eagerly. She loved cats but her family hadn't been able to afford one for her to take to school.
"She's a chocolate point Siamese, her name's Tang. Don't ask she was called that by the breeder."
"I love cats. I couldn't get one though, my parents thought it would be more useful to get an owl that we could all use."
"So did my aunt," Beth laughed as she emerged from under her bed, "But I really wanted Tang so we got both. Our owl is for as to share but I got to name her." Beth wiped her hand across her face smearing a line of dust on her cheek. She looked at Emmy with a thoughtful expression on her face. "Em, may I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Why were you late to start the school year?"
"I got sick. At first we thought it was just the flu, but I got worse and worse, when we finally had enough money to get me to a doctor I had acute pneumonia. It a long time for me to get better." Emmy answered her eyes downcast as if she suddenly found the floor very interesting. Beth nodded her head and returned to her packing to give Emmy some space to breathe.
After we found out what happened to Emmy we all made a special effort to make her part of the gang. She was very different from us. Where we were loud and boisterous, she was quiet and shy. She had strange little airs and graces that we found strange just as she found our habits strange. In the end we all became good friends and when you added the boys to our midst you had a whole lot of fun. We couldn't help ourselves, we were more trouble than the legendary Marauders themselves, and we loved every minute of it!
My first year at Hogwarts was over before I knew it and in June I boarded the Hogwarts Express as a different person who'd passed all my classes with flying colours! I was so unbelievably happy for the first time in my life, and I couldn't wait to see my aunt.
"We had a bet on, I said it would take twenty minutes for you to say that. I won!"
Was the response. Beth looked up from her book and smiled. She liked al three of her dorm mates, they were very funny lively people who were continually laughing at every thing.
The first girl got all pouty because the others were making fun of her and defended herself by throwing a pillow at the other two. A vicious pillow fight soon started and Beth eagerly joined in. The girls were having so much fun they didn't notice the door slowly creek open or the forlorn little figure standing in the doorway.
"Es-Excuse m-m-me." She said softly, but it didn't have much of an effect on the girls. She tried again, still nothing. Finally she shouted loudly over the shrieks and laughter, "EXCUSE ME!" In an instant the room was deathly quiet, everyone was staring at the newcomer as if they were frozen in place. "I-is this the, the first year g-g-girls dorm?" She stuttered shyly.
Slowly the other girls lowered the pillows they were holding. "Um.I'll take that as a 'yes'," The small girl said nervously, "I'm your new roomy."
They all stared at the frightened creature in front of them. The first thing Beth noticed were her eyes. They were the deepest blue she had ever seen, so deep, in fact, that they looked to be almost violet. Her hair was light brown and wildly curly and she was very short. She also looked like she was about to die of fright.
"Hi. I'm Elizabeth, and these are Shannon, Tatum, and Suzanne." Beth said introducing them all and smiling kindly trying not to scare the girl any more than she already was.
"I'm Emily. Emily Carte." She answered her great blue eyes flicking over each of their faces.
"Please don't call me Shannon, I hate it. I'm Shay, Tatum is Tate, Suzanne is Zanne, and weather she likes it or not Elizabeth is Lizbeth. It's this thing we're doing all of us have had our names shortened, even the boys." Shay explained. It was in fact a game that she and one of the first year boys, Mark Johnson, had started a few weeks ago. She had called him Markie and he called her Shay, then they proceeded to give all the first years' new names. Shannon Alders was a tall girl with dark honey blonde hair, blue eyes and wasn't afraid of anyone or anything. She was extremely self-confident and out-going. Everyone liked her.
"In that case, welcome to your new home, Emmy." Tate smiled cheekily. Tate, or Tatum Delaney, was the tomboy of the group, she hated the fact that she wasn't a boy and so she constantly acted like one. Her dark brown hair was chopped into a short urchin hairstyle and freckles peppered her nose and cheeks. She had the naughtiest grin Beth had ever seen and she was always wondering if Tate was up to something.
"Let's get you settled in Miss Tardy." The last girl of the group was Suzanne Richards, commonly known as Zanne. She was a short, fiery girl with a hot temper and a wicked sense of humour. She had bobbed brown hair and caramel coloured eyes. Zanne made everyone laugh and was the clown of the first years who believed that fun came first and books second.
"Um.Lisbeth? Why are you packing already? School doesn't end for another three days." Emmy said one afternoon in the girls' dormitory.
"Yes, I know, but if I don't start now I'll never find all my stuff." Beth answered from under her bed.
"Why?" Emmy asked again. She found all the girls that lived in her dorm incredibly confusing. Tate walked, talked, and acted like a boy twenty four hours a day, Zanne was an shameless flirt who had nothing better to do with her time than to lead the boys around on an imaginary chain, Shay was loud and talked so much that conversations with her were actually monologues, and now Beth was packing to go home three days early so that she could find her things! Was she the only normal person in this place?
"I don't know if you noticed, but I'm probably the messiest person in the world." Beth began explaining. Emmy nodded her head in agreement. Beth was messy and it drove Emmy, a self-proclaimed neat freak, crazy! "So what I do is divide my living area into three and spent three days packing and searching for all my stuff. Today's the dorm, tomorrow's the common room, and Friday is the bathroom. That way I'm sure not to leave anything behind and I still have time to do other things." Emmy had to agree it was a good plan, strange, but good.
Shaking her head she sat on her bed and watched Beth crawling around on the floor looking for lost quills. Beth's bed looked like a bomb had hit it; there were clothes, pieces of parchment, and quill everywhere. Perched precariously on a large pile of clothes was a large wicker basket, which had previously been under the bed. "What's the basket for?" Emmy asked.
"My cat." Beth answered distractedly.
"You have a cat?"
"Ja, I do, she likes do be outside though so we don't see her often."
"What breed is it?" Emmy asked eagerly. She loved cats but her family hadn't been able to afford one for her to take to school.
"She's a chocolate point Siamese, her name's Tang. Don't ask she was called that by the breeder."
"I love cats. I couldn't get one though, my parents thought it would be more useful to get an owl that we could all use."
"So did my aunt," Beth laughed as she emerged from under her bed, "But I really wanted Tang so we got both. Our owl is for as to share but I got to name her." Beth wiped her hand across her face smearing a line of dust on her cheek. She looked at Emmy with a thoughtful expression on her face. "Em, may I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Why were you late to start the school year?"
"I got sick. At first we thought it was just the flu, but I got worse and worse, when we finally had enough money to get me to a doctor I had acute pneumonia. It a long time for me to get better." Emmy answered her eyes downcast as if she suddenly found the floor very interesting. Beth nodded her head and returned to her packing to give Emmy some space to breathe.
After we found out what happened to Emmy we all made a special effort to make her part of the gang. She was very different from us. Where we were loud and boisterous, she was quiet and shy. She had strange little airs and graces that we found strange just as she found our habits strange. In the end we all became good friends and when you added the boys to our midst you had a whole lot of fun. We couldn't help ourselves, we were more trouble than the legendary Marauders themselves, and we loved every minute of it!
My first year at Hogwarts was over before I knew it and in June I boarded the Hogwarts Express as a different person who'd passed all my classes with flying colours! I was so unbelievably happy for the first time in my life, and I couldn't wait to see my aunt.