Chapter Two: The Crew
My mind was racing. Gryffindor? I kept asking myself, as I looked over to Draco who wouldn't stop staring. I shaped the words I'm sorry with my mouth towards him. I didn't know why I should be sorry, but it seemed the appropriate thing to say at the time. He simply nodded but quickly turned away. I looked up at the rest of the Gryffindor table. Roxeanne was there clapping with the rest. She was waving for me to go over by her. I sat there next to her. I didn't speak right away. My eyes were locked on the Slytherin table. I kept waiting for Draco to pick his head up and look at me. I only wished he would. But he never did. I knew I wouldn't see his entrancing eyes again that day. I looked down at the empty plate in front of me.
"Krystal, this is going to be so great!" Roxeanne finally spoke. "We're going to be in the same dorms and everything!" I think she could tell that I didn't share her enthusiasm. "Look," she whispered so only I could hear. "Draco isn't all that great. But, before I go judging, talk to him. Although... I don't know of Slytherins that speak to Gryffindors..."
"Gee, doesn't that make me feel better?" I snapped at her. I didn't mean to sound so harsh but all I could think about was that I was in Gryffindor and Draco was all the way across the room in Slytherin. I knew that students in the Gryffindor house and students from Slytherin were enemies by tradition. I knew it was going to be near impossible for Draco and I to even become friends.
Roxeanne looked around for a moment. "Harry!" She called happily. "Harry, this is Krystal. Krystal, this here is Harry Potter. That's Ron Weasley and his brothers: Percy, Fred and George." She told me, pointing to each of them. It wasn't hard to tell that they were brothers. They all had the same head of red hair. Besides that, Fred and George were identical twins. "Next to Ron is Neville Longbottom and next to him is Seamus Finnaginn. Oh, right, and this is Dean." She said, speaking of the boy who had just sat down next to me. I smiled happily and shook hands with all of them. I desperately tried to get the thought of Draco out of my mind, so instead, I tried memorizing everyone's names. Harry and Ron... that's easy enough. Percy, George, Fred. Oh wait, was it Fred and that's George?
"Well then, I suppose we'll all be in the same classes then... as far as us first years go." I spoke up, trying to make conversation.
All I knew so far, besides their name, was that they were extremely friendly. I knew I made some friends right away. They all seemed so nice. Before long, I could tell who was whom just by the way they acted. Percy was the smart one, always obeying the rules and doing the right thing. This could be a bad trait at times, however. You could never get away with anything while Percy was around. I still couldn't tell the difference between Fred and George but I knew them from the others. Aside from the fact that they were identical twins, they had hysterical personalities. They were always playing jokes and pranks and they were so funny. I suppose at times, they didn't know when to stop, though. Harry was already well known for that legendary scar on his forehead. He seemed to be the only one who didn't understand the significance of this, though. Besides that, Harry was really a gentleman.... for an eleven-year-old, that is. Ron was always goofing off with Harry and they were never separated. Ron had a great sense of humor as well. Oh, and Neville. There is only one word you could use to describe Neville. Clumsy! It's not that the boy caused the situations he got himself into... its just that he seemed to always get himself into ridiculously humiliating situations! For instance, in our very first flying lesson, before anyone had even taken off, Neville lost control of his broom and went flying off somewhere. He ended up breaking his wrist. Then there is Seamus. How does one describe Seamus? Well, witty and funny. He wasn't the most brilliant wizard and set fire to almost everything he had ever pointed his wand towards. For example: a cup of water, a feather, his eyebrows, and a small patch of hair in the back of his head! And lastly was Dean Thomas. He and I weren't the closest of friends but he seemed nice enough. We'd talk every now and then while eating meals or as we passed in the corridors. Other than that, though, we never really saw each other. The only thing I knew was of his obsession with soccer - some sort of muggle sport. And finally, Roxeanne, who I've already told you about.