Before Wyllowe could even begin to introduce herself the way she thought a
normal teenage girl would, Lavender had latched onto Wyllowe's wrist and
was dragging her to sit with a gaggle of girls at the end of the Gryffindor
table. She fussed around for a bit, and eventually made Wyllowe sit between
a very pretty exotic looking girl and herself.
"All right then, so your name is Wyllowe?" said Lavender. Her lavender eyes, which Wyllowe assumed were her namesake, sparkled underneath a gaudy layer of pink glitter that matched her pretty glittering barrettes. Wyllowe tried to smile.
"Yes," she said in an attempted confident voice, which just ended up sounding quiet. The girl next to her swished her long dark hair behind her shoulder and extended a hand, a slight smirk on her face, but not an unkind one,
"My name is Parvati Patil. Welcome to Hogwarts," she said. Her tone was that of a superior, and Wyllowe decided right then and there that Parvati was the kind of person one proved themself to. Across from Lavender, Parvati, and Wyllowe was a girl who posessed a sort of ethereal beauty, compliments of her halo of strikingly red hair and porcelain skin. She smiled kindly, one of the truer smiles Wyllowe had recieved.
"My name is Ginny . . . Ginny Weasley..."
"She's the baby of the group . . . just a baby fifth year..." Lavender interrupted jokingly.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm the baby," Ginny giggled, "if you need anything, Wyllowe, I'm sure I could help you." The other girl in this tight-knit group was not really even paying much attention to the very feminine fluster over the newest addition to the clique. Instead, she was grinning wildly, deep in conversation with two boys who were also quite obviously oblivious to the male pandemonium going on to their immediate right. Parvati shook her magnificent head, and slung one arm over a rather violated-feeling Wyllowe while she motioned to the laughing curly headed girl.
"Hermione Granger," she said, as if simply the name was exasperating. Lavender rolled her eyes, giggling.
"You'll never catch her without Harry and Ron, especially Ron . . . " she laughed, jerking her head in the boys' direction. Parvati dissolved into giggled and finally removed her arm from Wyllowe's shoulder to lean back and give Lavender a high-five for a statement that was obviously witty, although Wyllowe didn't quite understand why.
"Don't pay any attention to these two little sirens," a clear, crisp voice stated from out of the blue. Wyllowe turned, and found a pair of crystalline blue eyes staring at her from under perfectly arched brows. Hermione Granger stood up, leaned across the table and stuck out her hand. Wyllowe took it gingerly, but Hermione's handshake was firm and no- nonsense.
"My name, as aforementioned, is Hermione Granger," she stated, "what is yours?"
"W..Wyllow. Uh . . . Burtaine." Wyllowe stammered, intimidated by this seemingly dauntless girl. Hermione sat down. She made a pointed look at Ron and Harry, who had noticed Wyllowe for the first time and were openly staring, Ron's jaw a little slack. Hermione smiled, revealing perfect white teeth.
"Yes, boys, she's very pretty . . . Ron, darling, you're drooling . . . " she quipped, leaning over the table as if to wipe something off the red haired boy's chin. He leaned back before she could touch him, and she and the dark haired boy burst into boisterous laughter.
"Geroff! Jesus, Hermione, can't you leave me alone for a second? I was watching . . . uh, the stupid gits in Slytherin or something . . . " he said, trailing off and blushing cazily. The boy with the thatch of dark hair and thick-rimmed glasses stood up and gestured for Parvati to switch him place, to which the red head said "hey! not fair!" and sulked across the table. With a quick grin in the other boy's direction, the dark haired boy turned to Wyllowe, who cast her eyes down demurely.
"Hi. My name's Harry," he said softly, "and you're Wyllowe, I'm assuming? Good, now that we've got that out of the way, the bumbling idiot over there is Ron Weasley, and . . . "
"I," a voice interrupted from behind them, "am Draco Malfoy, the most important man you will meet here at Hogwarts . . . my sincerest greetings."
"All right then, so your name is Wyllowe?" said Lavender. Her lavender eyes, which Wyllowe assumed were her namesake, sparkled underneath a gaudy layer of pink glitter that matched her pretty glittering barrettes. Wyllowe tried to smile.
"Yes," she said in an attempted confident voice, which just ended up sounding quiet. The girl next to her swished her long dark hair behind her shoulder and extended a hand, a slight smirk on her face, but not an unkind one,
"My name is Parvati Patil. Welcome to Hogwarts," she said. Her tone was that of a superior, and Wyllowe decided right then and there that Parvati was the kind of person one proved themself to. Across from Lavender, Parvati, and Wyllowe was a girl who posessed a sort of ethereal beauty, compliments of her halo of strikingly red hair and porcelain skin. She smiled kindly, one of the truer smiles Wyllowe had recieved.
"My name is Ginny . . . Ginny Weasley..."
"She's the baby of the group . . . just a baby fifth year..." Lavender interrupted jokingly.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm the baby," Ginny giggled, "if you need anything, Wyllowe, I'm sure I could help you." The other girl in this tight-knit group was not really even paying much attention to the very feminine fluster over the newest addition to the clique. Instead, she was grinning wildly, deep in conversation with two boys who were also quite obviously oblivious to the male pandemonium going on to their immediate right. Parvati shook her magnificent head, and slung one arm over a rather violated-feeling Wyllowe while she motioned to the laughing curly headed girl.
"Hermione Granger," she said, as if simply the name was exasperating. Lavender rolled her eyes, giggling.
"You'll never catch her without Harry and Ron, especially Ron . . . " she laughed, jerking her head in the boys' direction. Parvati dissolved into giggled and finally removed her arm from Wyllowe's shoulder to lean back and give Lavender a high-five for a statement that was obviously witty, although Wyllowe didn't quite understand why.
"Don't pay any attention to these two little sirens," a clear, crisp voice stated from out of the blue. Wyllowe turned, and found a pair of crystalline blue eyes staring at her from under perfectly arched brows. Hermione Granger stood up, leaned across the table and stuck out her hand. Wyllowe took it gingerly, but Hermione's handshake was firm and no- nonsense.
"My name, as aforementioned, is Hermione Granger," she stated, "what is yours?"
"W..Wyllow. Uh . . . Burtaine." Wyllowe stammered, intimidated by this seemingly dauntless girl. Hermione sat down. She made a pointed look at Ron and Harry, who had noticed Wyllowe for the first time and were openly staring, Ron's jaw a little slack. Hermione smiled, revealing perfect white teeth.
"Yes, boys, she's very pretty . . . Ron, darling, you're drooling . . . " she quipped, leaning over the table as if to wipe something off the red haired boy's chin. He leaned back before she could touch him, and she and the dark haired boy burst into boisterous laughter.
"Geroff! Jesus, Hermione, can't you leave me alone for a second? I was watching . . . uh, the stupid gits in Slytherin or something . . . " he said, trailing off and blushing cazily. The boy with the thatch of dark hair and thick-rimmed glasses stood up and gestured for Parvati to switch him place, to which the red head said "hey! not fair!" and sulked across the table. With a quick grin in the other boy's direction, the dark haired boy turned to Wyllowe, who cast her eyes down demurely.
"Hi. My name's Harry," he said softly, "and you're Wyllowe, I'm assuming? Good, now that we've got that out of the way, the bumbling idiot over there is Ron Weasley, and . . . "
"I," a voice interrupted from behind them, "am Draco Malfoy, the most important man you will meet here at Hogwarts . . . my sincerest greetings."