A/N: I got ONE new review . Well, it's a start!
To HarryRoxMiSox: The kiss on the cheek thing was more like a show of trust and stuff. Like he was proving to her he still was her friend or something like that. It's my first fic, so I'm experimenting. Thanks for the review!
Megan remained in the chair, eyes closed, for a while.
Ginny came down the stairs, fully dressed in her uniform, and walked over to the other girl. Megan brushed her shoulder-length reddish-brown hair out of her chocolate brown eyes and looked up at the other girl. "Hey!" Megan exclaimed and smiled up at her. "You know, we should really head down to breakfast. but you can't wear that. I'll wait for you." Megan looked down at her ensemble and smiled sheepishly.
Within a few minutes, she had her robes on and was heading out of the common room with Ginny.
Breakfast was uneventful. The mail was the best part, her own had brought her a letter from home:
Megan, We hope you got to school okay. Are you having fun? We miss you; Imphie (A/N: Megan's dog. Male Chihuahua puppy) misses you too. Your uncle came to visit, we had forgotten to tell him you went away to school, so when he got here he didn't know. He, apparently, went to Hogwarts too! Your father only knew he went to a boarding school somewhere in Europe. Looks like you aren't the only one after all! Well, I'm sorry this is so short, but your father and I are going out tonight.. Please write back soon!
Mom
Megan finished her breakfast and got up from the table, walked out of the Great Hall, and stopped dead outside the large doors. Ginny looked at her, confused, her eyes asking the question, "What are you looking at?" Megan nodded at a sign posted by the doors of the Great Hall. The sign read:
ATTENTION:
Who: All Students
What: Equestrian Class
When: Starting in two weeks
Where: Newly built stables, north field behind castle
Yes! You read this right! We have recently added a riding stable.. Riding lessons and shows are just some of the things that are offered to those who decide to take this class. More information will be given at the meeting that is to be held Sunday, September 16, 1990, after dinner. All who wish to participate in this class must attend. Just another notice: this class is one that you will take all seven years of your education. It will be in the afternoons, after all of your classes are finished, though extra riding lessons will be available throughout the day. For those of you who do not wish to add yet another class to their schedule, this is NOT a mandatory class.
We are looking for someone, student or staff, to teach the riding lessons part-time, as we have yet to find anyone that can teach full-time, and we doubt we will be able to.
Please see Professor McGonagall if you are interested.
A smile appeared on Megan's lips as she read that sign. She turned to Ginny, her dark brown eyes sparkling with excitement. Megan glanced into the Great Hall, and saw Professor McGonagall sitting at the long table. She knew she should not go up and bother her, so she waited until Breakfast was over. Megan ran to catch up with her after Breakfast was over. "Professor McGonagall?" she asked confidently, not a trace of anxiety evident in her voice. The witch looked down at the first year. "Yes, Miss Thompson?" Megan took a deep breath and started talking. "I'm interested in taking the Equestrian class, and an additional riding lesson during the week. I rode back home, and I've begun to miss it terribly." The professor smiled down at the young girl and nodded. "I do not see that to be a problem. Please make sure to attend the meeting on the sixteenth. Okay, Miss Thompson?" Megan nodded. "Thank you, professor," She said before jogging down the crowded hall toward her first class.
"Potions. I am really starting to hate potions." Megan groaned as her cauldron bubbled over for the fifth time that day. "I can't wait for this class to be over." Megan added. Ginny looked over sympathetically. "I don't think it's that bad." Megan glared at her partner. "You don't hate it because Snape isn't mad at you. You didn't spill boiling-hot hair-growth potion all over his leg." Ginny didn't respond; she just went back to chopping up more roots for the potion.
The two girls finished the rest of class in silence, taking turns cleaning up spilled potion. Megan looked at her friend. "That class is harder than it looks." Ginny just nodded in agreement.
The rest of the day passed by in a blur. Actually, the next two weeks passed by in a blur. Her days leading up to the start of the Equestrian class consisted of spilt potions, nasty glares from Professor Snape, smiles and awkward chats with Harry, and hanging out with Ginny, who had come to be her best friend.
'Finally!' Megan thought as she made her way out to the stables after dinner. She spotted Professor McGonagall standing by the huge double doors of the barn. As she headed toward the barn, she glanced around the landscape. The stables were gorgeous. Clean, well-built, and spacious were just some of the words that came to mind. Megan made her way over to Professor McGonagall and stopped directly in front of her. "Miss Thompson, If you head that way-" she pointed to a small cabin-like building to her left "- you will find some of your classmates have already arrived." Megan nodded and walked toward the place she assumed served the purpose of a lounge or meeting room. She opened the door and entered.
She gazed around the room, allowing her eyes to grow accustomed to the dim lighting. The room had a great many overstuffed chairs and sofas placed around the room. There was a about a dozen students already seated in the cozy lounge. Megan smiled as she saw a familiar face. Ginny. Harry was also there, along with the two people she had seen him with at Diagon Alley. One had red hair. she could only assume it was Ginny's brother. The other had long brown hair, somewhat frizzy, and she was rather pretty. Everyone else in the room Megan didn't know, with the exception of one other girl, a Slytherin first-year named Lauren Estevez, who had honey blonde hair and baby blue eyes.
At that moment, Professor McGonagall entered the room, and all forms of communication ceased, all eyes trained to the stern looking witch. The professor smiled, "Alright. First of all, anyone who doesn't want to endure a lot of tough exercises and quite a bit of pain, leave now."
No one moved.
"Okay. Is everyone sure about this?" the professor asked. Everyone nodded. After a moment, the stern witch spoke. "All right. I need to know who has ridden before, and who is new to this fascinating sport." She nodded to a piece of parchment and a quill on a table over her left shoulder. "Please sign your name, house, year, and experience with horses. For your year, you only need to write the number." No one moved. "NOW." With that final word, everyone got to their feet and formed an orderly line, knowing if they were disorganized or rushy they could lose house points." After every student had taken their seat, she looked over the list.
Name House Year Experience Megan Thompson Gryffindor 1 Advanced Harry Potter Gryffindor 2 No Experience Ginny Weasely Gryffindor 1 No Experience Ron Weasely Gryffindor 2 No Experience Hermione Granger Gryffindor 2 Beginner Draco Malfoy Slytherin 2 No Experience Lauren Estevez Slytherin 1 Intermediate Neville Longbottom Gryffindor 2 No Experience Brittany Fjord Ravenclaw 1 Intermediate Cedric Diggory Hufflepuff 4 No Experience Jessica Gracefield Ravenclaw 1 Intermediate Chris Kerratin Hufflepuff 2 No Experience
"Ahhh yes, I see. We do have a nice number for a class. Well then, let us go out to the barns and assign mounts."
Everyone followed Professor McGonagall out of the lounge, up a small hill, and into a large barn. No one knew what to expect of the horses.
Winged? Other super powers? No. Perfectly normal riding horses. Every student in the class heaved a sigh of relief.
The professor gazed at the sign-up sheet of riders, then at a list on a board on the wall in the middle of the huge barn. "First, I need to assign the only advanced rider, and go down. The beginners are always the hardest to assign mounts too."
Megan looked up as the stern witch spoke. "Megan, you'll be riding Flashy." Professor McGonagall pointed down the aisle. Megan wandered over to the stall and looked in.
All she could do was gasp.
To HarryRoxMiSox: The kiss on the cheek thing was more like a show of trust and stuff. Like he was proving to her he still was her friend or something like that. It's my first fic, so I'm experimenting. Thanks for the review!
Megan remained in the chair, eyes closed, for a while.
Ginny came down the stairs, fully dressed in her uniform, and walked over to the other girl. Megan brushed her shoulder-length reddish-brown hair out of her chocolate brown eyes and looked up at the other girl. "Hey!" Megan exclaimed and smiled up at her. "You know, we should really head down to breakfast. but you can't wear that. I'll wait for you." Megan looked down at her ensemble and smiled sheepishly.
Within a few minutes, she had her robes on and was heading out of the common room with Ginny.
Breakfast was uneventful. The mail was the best part, her own had brought her a letter from home:
Megan, We hope you got to school okay. Are you having fun? We miss you; Imphie (A/N: Megan's dog. Male Chihuahua puppy) misses you too. Your uncle came to visit, we had forgotten to tell him you went away to school, so when he got here he didn't know. He, apparently, went to Hogwarts too! Your father only knew he went to a boarding school somewhere in Europe. Looks like you aren't the only one after all! Well, I'm sorry this is so short, but your father and I are going out tonight.. Please write back soon!
Mom
Megan finished her breakfast and got up from the table, walked out of the Great Hall, and stopped dead outside the large doors. Ginny looked at her, confused, her eyes asking the question, "What are you looking at?" Megan nodded at a sign posted by the doors of the Great Hall. The sign read:
ATTENTION:
Who: All Students
What: Equestrian Class
When: Starting in two weeks
Where: Newly built stables, north field behind castle
Yes! You read this right! We have recently added a riding stable.. Riding lessons and shows are just some of the things that are offered to those who decide to take this class. More information will be given at the meeting that is to be held Sunday, September 16, 1990, after dinner. All who wish to participate in this class must attend. Just another notice: this class is one that you will take all seven years of your education. It will be in the afternoons, after all of your classes are finished, though extra riding lessons will be available throughout the day. For those of you who do not wish to add yet another class to their schedule, this is NOT a mandatory class.
We are looking for someone, student or staff, to teach the riding lessons part-time, as we have yet to find anyone that can teach full-time, and we doubt we will be able to.
Please see Professor McGonagall if you are interested.
A smile appeared on Megan's lips as she read that sign. She turned to Ginny, her dark brown eyes sparkling with excitement. Megan glanced into the Great Hall, and saw Professor McGonagall sitting at the long table. She knew she should not go up and bother her, so she waited until Breakfast was over. Megan ran to catch up with her after Breakfast was over. "Professor McGonagall?" she asked confidently, not a trace of anxiety evident in her voice. The witch looked down at the first year. "Yes, Miss Thompson?" Megan took a deep breath and started talking. "I'm interested in taking the Equestrian class, and an additional riding lesson during the week. I rode back home, and I've begun to miss it terribly." The professor smiled down at the young girl and nodded. "I do not see that to be a problem. Please make sure to attend the meeting on the sixteenth. Okay, Miss Thompson?" Megan nodded. "Thank you, professor," She said before jogging down the crowded hall toward her first class.
"Potions. I am really starting to hate potions." Megan groaned as her cauldron bubbled over for the fifth time that day. "I can't wait for this class to be over." Megan added. Ginny looked over sympathetically. "I don't think it's that bad." Megan glared at her partner. "You don't hate it because Snape isn't mad at you. You didn't spill boiling-hot hair-growth potion all over his leg." Ginny didn't respond; she just went back to chopping up more roots for the potion.
The two girls finished the rest of class in silence, taking turns cleaning up spilled potion. Megan looked at her friend. "That class is harder than it looks." Ginny just nodded in agreement.
The rest of the day passed by in a blur. Actually, the next two weeks passed by in a blur. Her days leading up to the start of the Equestrian class consisted of spilt potions, nasty glares from Professor Snape, smiles and awkward chats with Harry, and hanging out with Ginny, who had come to be her best friend.
'Finally!' Megan thought as she made her way out to the stables after dinner. She spotted Professor McGonagall standing by the huge double doors of the barn. As she headed toward the barn, she glanced around the landscape. The stables were gorgeous. Clean, well-built, and spacious were just some of the words that came to mind. Megan made her way over to Professor McGonagall and stopped directly in front of her. "Miss Thompson, If you head that way-" she pointed to a small cabin-like building to her left "- you will find some of your classmates have already arrived." Megan nodded and walked toward the place she assumed served the purpose of a lounge or meeting room. She opened the door and entered.
She gazed around the room, allowing her eyes to grow accustomed to the dim lighting. The room had a great many overstuffed chairs and sofas placed around the room. There was a about a dozen students already seated in the cozy lounge. Megan smiled as she saw a familiar face. Ginny. Harry was also there, along with the two people she had seen him with at Diagon Alley. One had red hair. she could only assume it was Ginny's brother. The other had long brown hair, somewhat frizzy, and she was rather pretty. Everyone else in the room Megan didn't know, with the exception of one other girl, a Slytherin first-year named Lauren Estevez, who had honey blonde hair and baby blue eyes.
At that moment, Professor McGonagall entered the room, and all forms of communication ceased, all eyes trained to the stern looking witch. The professor smiled, "Alright. First of all, anyone who doesn't want to endure a lot of tough exercises and quite a bit of pain, leave now."
No one moved.
"Okay. Is everyone sure about this?" the professor asked. Everyone nodded. After a moment, the stern witch spoke. "All right. I need to know who has ridden before, and who is new to this fascinating sport." She nodded to a piece of parchment and a quill on a table over her left shoulder. "Please sign your name, house, year, and experience with horses. For your year, you only need to write the number." No one moved. "NOW." With that final word, everyone got to their feet and formed an orderly line, knowing if they were disorganized or rushy they could lose house points." After every student had taken their seat, she looked over the list.
Name House Year Experience Megan Thompson Gryffindor 1 Advanced Harry Potter Gryffindor 2 No Experience Ginny Weasely Gryffindor 1 No Experience Ron Weasely Gryffindor 2 No Experience Hermione Granger Gryffindor 2 Beginner Draco Malfoy Slytherin 2 No Experience Lauren Estevez Slytherin 1 Intermediate Neville Longbottom Gryffindor 2 No Experience Brittany Fjord Ravenclaw 1 Intermediate Cedric Diggory Hufflepuff 4 No Experience Jessica Gracefield Ravenclaw 1 Intermediate Chris Kerratin Hufflepuff 2 No Experience
"Ahhh yes, I see. We do have a nice number for a class. Well then, let us go out to the barns and assign mounts."
Everyone followed Professor McGonagall out of the lounge, up a small hill, and into a large barn. No one knew what to expect of the horses.
Winged? Other super powers? No. Perfectly normal riding horses. Every student in the class heaved a sigh of relief.
The professor gazed at the sign-up sheet of riders, then at a list on a board on the wall in the middle of the huge barn. "First, I need to assign the only advanced rider, and go down. The beginners are always the hardest to assign mounts too."
Megan looked up as the stern witch spoke. "Megan, you'll be riding Flashy." Professor McGonagall pointed down the aisle. Megan wandered over to the stall and looked in.
All she could do was gasp.