Author's notes: Well, the amount of reviews for this story hasn't been too encouraging...but I'll continue uploading it anyway... since I already wrote it and
all... It does get better, I think so anyway... (I'll be optimistic for once =) I'll probably put
up about 2 chapters a day, in case you're interested... or maybe I'll just get ambitious
and upload them all at once, who knows? There are 23 in all... I think. It's somewhere
around there. Okay, I'll shut up now... on with the story!
Chapter 5
About forty-five minutes later, the train arrived at Hogsmeade Station. The students,
now all in full uniform, boarded carriages. Lily, Camille, Rae, and Annica took one
carriage. Adrian and Caleb were with some other friends. They arrived at the front door
to the castle a few moments later. Lily sighed as she stepped down from the carriage.
She finally felt like she was home; but deep inside, guilt was consuming her for the loss
of her friends.
The students filed into the Great Hall, and took their usual seats at their house tables.
A few moments later, the first years shuffled in, their young faces glowing with
anxiousness, hands shaking with worry. The sorting commenced, several new
Gryffindors were received with applause at their table, most of it coming from Sirius
Black, a loud and mischievous sixth year who not only applauded, stood, shouted and
clapped enthusiastically for every new Gryffindor, but booed equally as much for every
new Slytherin.
When sorting was over, Professor Dumbledore stood for his yearly announcements.
"Welcome, my students, to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry!" He outstretched his arms and smiled warmly. "To those of you who are new
this year, I wish you the best, and I am sure you will find Hogwarts a wonderful place to
learn, grow and make friends. Of course, there are some rules I would which I would
like to remind students about. First of all, the Forbidden Forest is off limits to all
students. Secondly, there are to be no students roaming the corridors at night, and
thirdly, there is to be no magic performed outside of the classroom. Violation of any of
these rules will result in detention and loss of house points." Sirius booed, and most of
the Gryffindor table laughed. "Mr. Black, you, more than perhaps any other person in
this room, should listen carefully to those rules," said Dumbledore.
"Yes, sir," responded Sirius, with a grin.
Dumbledore announced the year's new prefects. Lily realized that with all the
commotion she had forgotten that she was one herself.
"Now there's just one more announcement before we begin the feast," he addressed
the students. "Our Gryffindor quidditch captain would like to address the Gryffindors.
James?"
James Potter, another sixth year, who was sitting next to Sirius Black, stood at his seat
and cleared his throat.
"The Gryffindor quidditch team will be in need of a new seeker and a new beater for
this year's team. Tryouts will be held September 23rd at six PM on the quidditch pitch.
Anyone in second year or higher who is interested may try out. I will be holding practice
sessions every Thursday evening from six to eight thirty on the pitch, so anyone who
thinks the might be trying out should come out to practice. I'd be glad to give some
pointers. Thanks." James sat down. Lily rolled her eyes. In her opinion the school was
too obsessed with quidditch. It seemed it was all anyone talked about. Lily didn't mind
the sport much; she loved to fly, but she found the publicity it received ridiculous.
"Now," announced Dumbledore. "Let the feast begin!" The plates and bowls on the
tables instantly filled with food of all sorts.
"I'm starving," said Camille, piling her plate high with everything in reach. Rae
covered her plate with mashed potatoes, then began spooning black pudding over
them; she was the only one who'd go near it.
"That." Lily pointed at her plate. "Is absolutely disgusting! You are not going to eat
that."
"Sure I am," said Rae. "You know, at first, I thought it'd be a little strange too, but my
cousin convinced me to try it last summer, and it's really good." A little strange was an
understatement, thought Lily, turning her head so she wouldn't have to watch Rae eat.
"You're not eating?" Camille asked, noticing Lily's empty plate.
"I'm not hungry," Lily mumbled. She wasn't feeling too well suddenly.
"Come on, Lil, it's not like you to starve yourself," said Rae, through a mouthful of
mashed potatoes. "What's up?"
"Nothing," said Lily. "I'm just not hungry."
"I don't believe you," said Rae.
"She did not look well on the train earlier either. She looked like she'd been crying,"
said Camille. Lily glared at her. How dare she say anything! She hardly even knew her!
"Lily, something's up with you, I know it. Will you tell us?"
"Nothing's wrong!" Lily shouted in frustration. Couldn't they see that she didn't want to
talk?
"Okay, okay," said Rae, backing off.
"Hey girls." James Potter sat down at an empty seat at their section of the table.
"Thinking of trying out for the quidditch team?"
"I don't think so," said Rae.
"Ah, come on," said James. "I want lots of people to take a shot at it. It's good fun."
"Maybe," said Rae.
"I think I will try out," said Camille.
"Good," said James. "I'm sorry, but I don't believe I know you. You are?"
"Camille Honnete. I transferred from Beauxbatons."
"Awesome," said James. "I'll see you on the field then. And you?" he turned to Lily.
"No," she said firmly.
"Not going to take a chance at it?" asked James, smiling.
"No, I'm really not interested." Lily wished he'd leave her alone.
"Well, if you insist. But promise me you'll think about it, Lily—right?" She nodded.
"Okay." She hoped to make him go away.
"All right, see you all around then." He smiled and headed further down the table to
promote Quidditch.
"He seems really nice," said Camille. For some reason, Lily had the sudden urge to
slap her. Of course, she refrained from it.
all... It does get better, I think so anyway... (I'll be optimistic for once =) I'll probably put
up about 2 chapters a day, in case you're interested... or maybe I'll just get ambitious
and upload them all at once, who knows? There are 23 in all... I think. It's somewhere
around there. Okay, I'll shut up now... on with the story!
Chapter 5
About forty-five minutes later, the train arrived at Hogsmeade Station. The students,
now all in full uniform, boarded carriages. Lily, Camille, Rae, and Annica took one
carriage. Adrian and Caleb were with some other friends. They arrived at the front door
to the castle a few moments later. Lily sighed as she stepped down from the carriage.
She finally felt like she was home; but deep inside, guilt was consuming her for the loss
of her friends.
The students filed into the Great Hall, and took their usual seats at their house tables.
A few moments later, the first years shuffled in, their young faces glowing with
anxiousness, hands shaking with worry. The sorting commenced, several new
Gryffindors were received with applause at their table, most of it coming from Sirius
Black, a loud and mischievous sixth year who not only applauded, stood, shouted and
clapped enthusiastically for every new Gryffindor, but booed equally as much for every
new Slytherin.
When sorting was over, Professor Dumbledore stood for his yearly announcements.
"Welcome, my students, to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry!" He outstretched his arms and smiled warmly. "To those of you who are new
this year, I wish you the best, and I am sure you will find Hogwarts a wonderful place to
learn, grow and make friends. Of course, there are some rules I would which I would
like to remind students about. First of all, the Forbidden Forest is off limits to all
students. Secondly, there are to be no students roaming the corridors at night, and
thirdly, there is to be no magic performed outside of the classroom. Violation of any of
these rules will result in detention and loss of house points." Sirius booed, and most of
the Gryffindor table laughed. "Mr. Black, you, more than perhaps any other person in
this room, should listen carefully to those rules," said Dumbledore.
"Yes, sir," responded Sirius, with a grin.
Dumbledore announced the year's new prefects. Lily realized that with all the
commotion she had forgotten that she was one herself.
"Now there's just one more announcement before we begin the feast," he addressed
the students. "Our Gryffindor quidditch captain would like to address the Gryffindors.
James?"
James Potter, another sixth year, who was sitting next to Sirius Black, stood at his seat
and cleared his throat.
"The Gryffindor quidditch team will be in need of a new seeker and a new beater for
this year's team. Tryouts will be held September 23rd at six PM on the quidditch pitch.
Anyone in second year or higher who is interested may try out. I will be holding practice
sessions every Thursday evening from six to eight thirty on the pitch, so anyone who
thinks the might be trying out should come out to practice. I'd be glad to give some
pointers. Thanks." James sat down. Lily rolled her eyes. In her opinion the school was
too obsessed with quidditch. It seemed it was all anyone talked about. Lily didn't mind
the sport much; she loved to fly, but she found the publicity it received ridiculous.
"Now," announced Dumbledore. "Let the feast begin!" The plates and bowls on the
tables instantly filled with food of all sorts.
"I'm starving," said Camille, piling her plate high with everything in reach. Rae
covered her plate with mashed potatoes, then began spooning black pudding over
them; she was the only one who'd go near it.
"That." Lily pointed at her plate. "Is absolutely disgusting! You are not going to eat
that."
"Sure I am," said Rae. "You know, at first, I thought it'd be a little strange too, but my
cousin convinced me to try it last summer, and it's really good." A little strange was an
understatement, thought Lily, turning her head so she wouldn't have to watch Rae eat.
"You're not eating?" Camille asked, noticing Lily's empty plate.
"I'm not hungry," Lily mumbled. She wasn't feeling too well suddenly.
"Come on, Lil, it's not like you to starve yourself," said Rae, through a mouthful of
mashed potatoes. "What's up?"
"Nothing," said Lily. "I'm just not hungry."
"I don't believe you," said Rae.
"She did not look well on the train earlier either. She looked like she'd been crying,"
said Camille. Lily glared at her. How dare she say anything! She hardly even knew her!
"Lily, something's up with you, I know it. Will you tell us?"
"Nothing's wrong!" Lily shouted in frustration. Couldn't they see that she didn't want to
talk?
"Okay, okay," said Rae, backing off.
"Hey girls." James Potter sat down at an empty seat at their section of the table.
"Thinking of trying out for the quidditch team?"
"I don't think so," said Rae.
"Ah, come on," said James. "I want lots of people to take a shot at it. It's good fun."
"Maybe," said Rae.
"I think I will try out," said Camille.
"Good," said James. "I'm sorry, but I don't believe I know you. You are?"
"Camille Honnete. I transferred from Beauxbatons."
"Awesome," said James. "I'll see you on the field then. And you?" he turned to Lily.
"No," she said firmly.
"Not going to take a chance at it?" asked James, smiling.
"No, I'm really not interested." Lily wished he'd leave her alone.
"Well, if you insist. But promise me you'll think about it, Lily—right?" She nodded.
"Okay." She hoped to make him go away.
"All right, see you all around then." He smiled and headed further down the table to
promote Quidditch.
"He seems really nice," said Camille. For some reason, Lily had the sudden urge to
slap her. Of course, she refrained from it.