Cheesebearer: they haven't met Anna yet.. Laura and Mari meet Anna on the train when Anna comes in and asks why they were talking to what appeared to be a Mudblood and a disgrace to wizards ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: *laughs* Remember that IM, Malting? *grin* I've still got to get you an LJ, don't I? If only you and DC were on at the same time at some point, then I will remember. Anyhoo, here follows the account of more Raspberry stuffles. Happy reading, my dear mellyn!

A random fact about another fic I am in the progress of composing: "The Two Unknown": If I were to print it in ten-point Times New Roman font, it'd take up 73 pages! I do believe my mom would treat me to a slow, painful death if I printed it at home.. Heh, I should try writing a real book if I ever come up with an original story, I'd definitely be able to achieve a fair length.. I also ran a word count on the Two Unknown and got 49,223 words. And lesse how many pages it'd be in a size 72 font. yipes, I almost made my computer crash! 3447 pages! Oh, mom, wanna see what my story looks like in a quite big font? And how about the max my computer can have, size 1638.. uh oh, crapola, I made the window all screwy.. Does Trishette need to get a life or what? Craaaaaappp.. I'm gonna save this and go restart, I really froze up the window.

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Meanwhile, Fern, Lucia, Daphne, and Felicia had managed to find a compartment entirely for themselves, and spent the duration of the train ride chattering about everything about their past lives they possibly could. As a matter of fact, Felicia and Daphne did most of the talking, while Lucia added her own input at sporadic intervals. Fern spent most of the train ride staring out the window, captivated by the passing unfamiliar scenery. It was now dusk, and the four girls had already changed into their robes. Fern, no longer able to see out the window due to the light within the compartment being reflected, took to listening in on the conversation one compartment over. Three different voices, all sounding holier-than-thou, were laughing about some pair of girls or another.

"I mean, can you believe the way some people dress, Anna? Or how they don't bother to fix themselves? I mean that one girl had hair so curly I bet it'd support a pencil.. Someone get that girl a straightening iron, her hair is a little too big! And then that other one has her whole head hidden behind a huge-ass pair of glasses.. Her hair is okay except for bangs, but those glasses make her look like a bloody insect!"

"I haven't seen these girls, thank goodness, but they sound like utter zeros, Marigold. I really cannot wait to give my opinion on somebody."

"Wait.. It gets worse," a third high-pitched voice piped up. "The tall one with hair bigger than her body is a Mudblood. And that skinny little midget friend of hers seems to be Halfblooded. almost is bad, but she doesn't have to go consorting with those of dirty blood!"

"Are you KIDDING me Laura?" asked the voice of the one who had said she hadn't met the two topics of their insults yet. "That is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard.. All Mudbloods should be chucked out of Hogwarts! Bloody hell. I think I'm gonna be sick! Let me put it this way: Anna Moon and Mudbloods do not mix. Anna Moon is far too good for Mudbloods." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fern thought she could be sick from the utter ridiculousness of the conversations. she was always one angered by those who made any discriminatory remarks.

Felicia looked over to see a suddenly angry-looking expression on the skinny blonde's face. "What's up, Fern?" The brunette brushed her long wispy bangs out of her blue eyes as she waited for her friend to answer.
"Listen," Fern muttered, placing a finger on her lip. The others quieted down just in time to hear, "It sucks that Harry Potter beat out the Dark Lord of the 1970s through 1990s, because the Dark Lord would have done us all a favor beating out the Mudbloods and Muggle lovers."

Felicia's hands clenched into small fists. She was itching to go marching into the compartment next door to sock a little sense into somebody's face. Fern's eyes had widened, her face and eyes darkening with her slow wrath having been incurred.

"Hmmm, somebody would like to be killed by us," Daphne muttered. "Do you guys reckon they would talk so loud if they knew who was next door?"

"They sound all talk if you ask me," Felicia muttered, giving her brown hair another toss. She made an angry gesture at the wall before busying herself with one of her suitcases, seeming to be looking for something. None of the others asked what it was. Fern turned her head to stare at the reflection of a skinny girl with slightly unruly blonde hair. Lucia was braiding her glossy, layered dark hair in random spots, and Daphne seemed to be flexing her hands. The ignoramuses next door were now giggling like hyenas over some topic or another.

Just then, a voice issued through the long scarlet train almost lazily, announcing that they would arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes, asking that they leave their luggage on the train. The girls immediately forgot their umbrage, their fury being overpowered by pure nerves. What was in store for them over the next seven years? What House would they be selected for? Would they be able to hold their own? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When the train finally screeched to a halt, the doors slid open of their own accord and multitudes of shadowy shapes began disembarking from the train. Felicia, Daphne, Fern, and Lucia descended together, taking care not to lose one another. "First years! First years, this way! Follow me!" Following the voice, the crowd of thirty or so discovered a tall, muscle- bound man with a jaunty smile. "Are there any more first years? Anyone? No? Well then, come follow me!"

The man led them away from the rest of the school, following a steep path. Lucia, apparently not accustomed to physical exertion, kept groaning under her breath from the cramps beginning in her pudgy legs. "My name is Nicholas Erk!" the man leading them said. "You will soon see the first sight of the place which will be your home for seven years."

There was a collective gasp as a magnificent castle came into their line of vision. "I never dreamed this.. This is spectacular!" a very tall girl with a massive amount of sandy curls breathed from behind them. She was accompanied by a small bespectacled girl and a second girl slightly taller than her first companion with voluptuous hips and narrow shoulders. Noticing her, Fern couldn't help but wonder if these were the friends being insulted by the people in the compartment neighboring hers. "In fact, this is awesome! Janine, Christina, can you believe this? I love it!"

Her friends, apparently Janine and Christina, seemed too petrified to answer their lofty friend with more than brief nods. Fern turned her head and looked ahead, lagging slightly behind her own friends due to her keenness to observe the others. Coming upon a fleet of boats, the first years floated towards the magnificent castle. Fern, Lucia, Janine, Christina, Gwen, Daphne, and Felicia were unknowingly rowing towards the most eventful period of their lives with aching arms.

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Author's note: Definitely the shortest chapter likely to come chronicling the Raspberries! I couldn't resist that final sentence as a concluding sentence. next part comes the Sorting, first impressions, and the outcome of the bet between Gwen/Christina and Marigold/Laura! Gwen and Christina will also be followed by their newfound friend Janine, and the conniving bitches Marigold and Laura by Anna /Moon, perhaps the nastiest one in the terrible threesome though Marigold is the self-proclaimed leader!