"So are you
excited?" Emma asks, as the two settle down after changing into their
robes. Rob shrugs, as Emma stares dumbfounded. "How can you just shrug it
off? You're going to a school to learn Magic!" He nods.
"Yah, but I've got this wicked famous father, and everyone's
gonna expect me to be exactly like him. And he was the star of the Quidditch
team. I mean how can I compare to that? Everyone's gonna think I'm a failure
just cuz I'm not as good as him." Emma rolls her eyes.
"Come on, don't tell me that you care what people think about
you." And when Rob shrugs her eyebrows raise and her mouth opens.
"But you just sit there in your baggy jeans and big red shirt with a
'don't know don't care' attitude and admit to being concerned about what people
think." He nods. "I don't believe it. Even I don't care if people
think I'm a loser, or 'not up to standard' that's their problem."
"You don't care at all about what people think about
you?" He asks and she shakes her head. "But they're the ones that can
make your life a living hell..."
"If you give them the chance." Emma cuts in. "If you
let them know you care then they can ruin all your dreams. If you honestly
don't care what they say or do or think they don't have anything on you."
Rob contemplates this theory on life and nods, understanding.
"That makes sense." She nods. "I've never thought
about it that way."
"Well obviously. Now I'm gonna ask you again. Are you
excited?" He shrugs and she shakes her head disbelievingly.
"It's not that I care what people think." He says after a
minutes thought. "I just, kinda wish I were normal, a muggle I mean."
Her jaw drops.
"You wish you were a muggle?!" He nods.
"Their lives are so much easier than ours." He admits,
staring out the window, refusing to meet her eyes.
"You've never lived without magic for a week, right?" He
shakes his head.
"And you have?" She nods.
"It sucked." Emma says simply. "It was hell. They
have all this technology stuff to try and take the place of magic. Half the
time it didn't work. And when it did work it was so confusing I had to ask my
aunt to help me. You know Uncle Charlie married a muggle born witch. And I had
to go stay with her parents for a week during the summer." She explains.
"Uncle Charlie and Aunt Elise were there, but they couldn't really hang
out with me. So I was stuck in a non-magical house for one week with an old
delusional lady and a take-charge-do-it-himself old man." Rob cringes
sympathetically.
"Ouch."
"They're lives are wicked hard. I mean, they actually have to
do manual labor. I tell ya, you should be glad you're a wizard." Emma
turns to look out the window at the scenery outside.
"It's just, such a pain." He says now staring at the
floor. "There's so many rules, and specific ways to do things. And they've
gotta be exactly right. All of it just doesn't seem that important." He
shrugs.
"Well
I guess we've gotta agree to disagree." Emma says looking back at him. He
nods, meeting her eyes.
"I'm right, you know." He teases, and she laughs.
"Oh, don't deny it. You so know I'm right." She nods smiling
wildly.
"Of course." And they laugh together, not caring what the
other thought, about them, about magic, or about life.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" A large figure is
standing by the side of the platform where all the students are exiting the
train. Roughly twice the size of a regular man and 3 times as large he towers
over all the students. (A/N: it's not Hagrid just wait) His dark brown hair is
rugged and looks unkempt. Holding a lantern above the crowd he looks around trying
to find all the firsts years. Seeing him Rob perks up.
"Hey,
I know him. He comes to visit all the time with Hagrid." At this Emma
turns.
"Mum is always telling stories about Hagrid. But that can't be
him, he's gotta be at least 70 or something." Rob shakes his head.
"No, it's his son. Right after Dad defeated the Dark Lord
Hagrid and Madame Maxine got married and had Rockwell. He's like my uncle, well
not really but that's what I call him. Just like Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione. Uncle
Rocky, I completely forgot that he works here." Rob's so intent on staring
at 'Uncle Rocky' that he didn't notice that everyone had started to move. Emma,
realizing this, grabs Rob and starts off, following Rockwell. They come to the
lake and see the little fleet of boats at the shore.
"Okay, four to a boat. No more, no less." Rockwell calls,
as he climbs into his own boat near the middle. Choosing an empty boat Emma and
Rob climb in followed closely by two girls, giggling madly.
"Hi," one of them perks up. "My name's Hannah"
(A/N: no I didn't do this cuz you asked I just needed a name so please people
don't ask to be in it I just thought I might as well do it this once, I'll ask
if I need names) She smiles wildly, showing perfect teeth. Her light brown hair
rests somewhere in the middle of her back and her blue eyes sparkle even in the
dim light. "What's yours?" Rob stares at her, scared of the perky
girl who looks as if she never frowns. Emma though, pokes him and glares,
silently reminding him not to stare and answers.
"I'm Emma Weasly and this is Robert Potter." The two
girls stare; open mouthed (but still smiling).
"No way!" The second girl squeals. "That's like so
cool. I've heard so much stuff about your dad. He's like famous!" Rob's
eyes widen and he inches away from the ditz who's so intent on flicking her
blonde hair behind her shoulders. Her hazel eyes are glittering, and never once
does her smile leave her face. "I'm Mallory; it's so nice to meet you
guys. I'm like wicked excited." While she's chattering away to Rob, who's
still looking quite shocked Emma turns to Hannah.
"So, are you excited?" Hannah shrugs, smile still in
place.
"I guess, but I'm a little scared. I mean, I didn't know
anyone, and then on the train I met her," She jerks her head at Mallory,
who hasn't even noticed that the two other girls were having a different
conversation. "To tell you the truth, she kinda bugs me." Emma
smiles.
"You too?" They laugh watching Rob's eyes slowly widen
every time Mallory giggles high pitched.
"So does he talk?" Hannah asks, looking at Rob. Emma
laughs and nods.
"Does he ever. Just don't get him started..." And as the
boats turn the corner her words fall away at the sight of Hogwarts.
"Wow," she sighs.
"Yah," Hannah says at her side.
"Duck!" Rockwell calls out and all the heads go down to
avoid hitting the ceiling of the cave that the boats are all filing into. Still
amazed at the sight of Hogwarts, even though it's no longer in view no one
talks, until the boats hit the edge and the spell is broken.
"Ohmigod." Hannah gasps and looks at Emma terrified.
"We're here."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A/N: okay I lied, it hasn't been two days, but I couldn't get to sleep last night.
And Harry's not grumpy; he just sucks at being a parent.
