This is our first story writing together... So, er, yeah!!! Two brains, one notepad! Heh heh. F.Y.I. to the reader, the point of view switches between the two sisters every chapter. So, yeah. Enjoy and please review. AND BE KIND!!!
Disclaimer: Uh, we don't own Harry Potter!
CHAPTER ONE… ANDY
…I can not wait until the beginning of the term Andy… For once again I shall get to see your beautiful glowing face everyday, with regularity. And, hey, Quidditch season is only a little bit after school starts.
Well, I do have to be off, my dear Neo is itching to once be off in the air with a letter so I shall see you at Platform 9¾.
With love,
Oliver
I sighed, that letter from Oliver was so sweet… He must be the sweetest boyfriend in the whole world. And to think I was only a moments way from seeing him!
"Fucking Gryffindork!" snapped a voice in my ear, bringing me back to the real world. My head snapped up from my letter as I quickly shoved into my back pocket.
"Did I say anything to you Slytherbitch?" I asked, annoyed at the only face I saw all year. This face was one that belonged to my fourteen-month older sister, Sidney.
"You were born, that's what you did," Sid snapped. Man, I really can't stand her sometimes. Hah! Sometimes? Try all times. "What's wrong, you're lover's not hear yet? Should've figured. He's probably off shagging Percy."
I glared at her, "At least I have a boyfriend!!"
"I don't need one!"
"Piss off," I muttered. I looked at her in the eyes, "Go over and say 'hey' to Pucey -and leave me alone!"
"Yeah, then we can talk about how all of our 'wonderful' summers went and then we can all sit around and read poetry like you and your boring friends do, right?" I so wanted to punch her. She really brought out the worst side in me. I looked at my watch, waiting for Oliver and ignoring Sid. "Yes, that'll be fun," she said to nobody. Finally she yelled, "Hey Pucey!" and then she ran off to talk to some boy who was in a big group of Slytherins.
I sighed and looked at my watch -again. Our mum and dad had only left five minutes prior yet it already felt like a lifetime. "Hey," a voice said pleasantly. I jerked my head up to hit a head above mine. "OW!!!" the person screamed. "Bloody hell Andy!"
Oh crap! Wasn't it just my luck that person was Oliver. "Oliver!!! I am so sorry!!!" I put my arm around him, "Are you okay?"
He kissed me on the forehead and then embraced me in a hug, "I'm okay. Your head just hit my jaw but I'll live."
I drew away from his hug, "Are you sure?"
"Do you want me to die?"
"No!"
"Then I'm fine," he smiled. Did I ever mention Oliver was cute? Well, he was. And that he was Keeper for Gryffindor's Quidditch team? Well, he was. And that he was team captain for his second year this year? Well, he was. I giggled to myself. He put his arm around me, "What's so funny?"
I looked at him and grinned, "Just thinking about how lucky I am to have such a sweet boyfriend."
"Er, okay," he laughed. "You think that."
Just then Percy Weasley walked by, "Hey Wood." He smiled at Oliver. He then looked at me, "Fugler." He chuckled. "Heh heh, Fugler."
Ah, what a nice greeting that was to get from Percy. I guess I'd have to shoot it right back. "Hey Weasley, just shut up. It's not like you have any prize-winning last name. It kind of resembles 'weasel'!" I snapped at him jokingly. I knew my last name -Fulger- was bad, but I took pride with it.
Percy laughed, "Fugler sounds like, heh heh…"
"Don't go there Weasley," Oliver warned. Then, suddenly, the three of us started laughing.
"So, Fugler -heh heh- did you make prefect this year?" asked Percy.
I smiled, "As a matter of fact Weasley, I did! And by you being dressed in your Hogwarts attire already and there being a huge badge with a "P" on your right breast I assume you did too."
"You assumed right, Fugler," Percy smiled at the sound of my last name. Grrr… Why did so many people have fun with that last name? But, to be honest, the joking rate was always at its worst at the start of the term because not many people said it all summer. Did Sid have the same trouble?
"Why are you dressed already Percy?" asked Oliver.
"Why aren't you?" he asked him.
"Um, because we're not even on the train yet and most average wizards dress on the train."
"I'm not average, now am I?" asked Percy. Man, this kid could really get to me, to the point where I just want to slap him from being such a butt-head. Actually, he wasn't really my friend… Just a kid who's been following around Oliver since our first year…
Still, it's a miracle Percy's got such a sweet family that overlooks his snooty side. As if on cue of me thinking of the Weasleys, Percy's little brothers Fred and George popped up without a word… Almost acting like they had been there the whole time.
"I'd say you're below," I smiled.
"Hey, guess what?" said Fred Weasley looking at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Harry Potter's here! On Platform 9¾!"
"Bloody hell!" said Oliver. "You serious?"
"Yeah, we both saw him," said George nodding.
"Whoa," I thought. Harry Potter? At Hogwarts? How cool was that?
"His dad was great at Quidditch! Do you think…"
I looked up at him and smiled, "Nope, don't think so."
The Weasleys then started laughing while Oliver looked like he got hit by a Bludger. "Oh," he muttered.
"Hey, hey," Sid said walking by. "If it isn't the Gryffindorks laughing once again for no apparent reason."
"Er, yeah. And if it isn't the Slytherbitch being jerks again?" I smiled.
Sid smiled back, "Yeah."
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"We'll be arriving at Hogsmeade in an hours time, so do you plan on putting on your uniforms if you know what's good for you," a voice said cheerfully over the intercom.
I sighed, "I like me Muggle clothes."
"I don't know Andy," smiled a fellow prefect and fifth year by the name of Penelope Clearwater. She was okay, not really one of my friends… She had a real attitude, that's for sure. "I like how everybody is in uniform; it makes you feel worth-while."
"Really now?" I laughed.
"Yes," she giggled.
"Trus-" Oliver was cut short by the opening of the door.
"Excuse me for barging in, but have any of you seen a toad in here?" there stood a girl; she had to've been a first year, with the bushiest hair I had ever seen. Whoa. Talk about high-maintenance.
"I don't know," said Oliver, standing up in the middle of our compartment. "Have we?"
"Oliver," I scoffed. "Do be nice to the first year."
"How do you know I'm a first year?" the girl asked.
"It's all over your face," sighed Percy.
"Shuddup Weasley!" growled Penelope.
"Why should I?"
Oooh dear, the poor bushy haired girl was going to be freaked out at us. I got up and walked to the door. "Do ignore them, sorry."
She shrugged and stepped outside, "its okay, but no toad?"
I smiled apologetically as I stepped outside and closed the door to our compartment, "No toad. I'm not sure I caught your name, what is it?"
"Hermione Granger," the girl looked at me quite puzzled, like I was some hag, "And you?"
"Andrea Fugler, but you can call me Andy," I extended my hand.
She took it, "Pleasure." I nodded. "What year are you in Andy?"
"Fifth," I smiled.
"And house?"
"Gryffindor, home of the brave," I laughed. She didn't. Awkward silence, not cool. "So, er, are you Muggle-born?"
"Oh, yes, but I do know many spells," she smiled proudly. She looked like a Gryffindor. Or Slytherin. Hmm… Watch me be wrong and she get sorted into some other house.
"Nice," I nodded. Just then a boy popped out of nowhere.
"Hermione?" he asked frantically. "Have you seen Trevor?"
She looked at him, "No, sorry Neville."
I looked at her, "Is it safe to presume that is the toad?"
She nodded. "Neville, I'd like you to meet Andrea Fugler and Andrea I'd like you to meet Neville Longbottom."
Longbottom? Oh, the poor kid must've been related to the Longbottoms who got killed by the Death Eaters!
He nodded at me, "Nice to meet you." Okay, so he didn't seem that messed up in the head.
"And you," I smiled. "You can call me Andy."
He shrugged, "Okay."
Awkward silence again. Not cool. "So, er, I'll let you guys get on with your toad-search… Good luck, I'm sure you'll find 'im!"
"Thank you Andre -I mean Andy!" said Neville, turning around continuing his hunt down the train as I went back in my chaotic compartment with my friends.
"Oooh? Is Andy hanging out with first years?" asked one of my best friends, Owen Cauldwell who was a fellow fifth year in Hufflepuff.
"Oh shut up Owen! Just because I'm nice -"
"A nice bitch!" laughed Owen.
"-person," it finally sank in what he said. Oh man, that wasn't nice.
"Owen!" yelled Oliver jokingly as I sat down next to him. "I'm going to get you!"
"Oh yes, and I am the King of England!" said Owen, showing the fact he was Muggle-raised because he referred to the figurehead of our nation, one that Muggles do talk about quite often -more than us Magic-folk at least.
"Whatever, I'm Keeper for the Chudley Cannons!"
"You're good enough," I said because the Chudley Cannons were a, well, bad Quidditch team that didn't really have a history of winning.
Oliver turned and smiled at me, "Is that an insult or a compliment, Andy?"
Disclaimer: Uh, we don't own Harry Potter!
CHAPTER ONE… ANDY
…I can not wait until the beginning of the term Andy… For once again I shall get to see your beautiful glowing face everyday, with regularity. And, hey, Quidditch season is only a little bit after school starts.
Well, I do have to be off, my dear Neo is itching to once be off in the air with a letter so I shall see you at Platform 9¾.
With love,
Oliver
I sighed, that letter from Oliver was so sweet… He must be the sweetest boyfriend in the whole world. And to think I was only a moments way from seeing him!
"Fucking Gryffindork!" snapped a voice in my ear, bringing me back to the real world. My head snapped up from my letter as I quickly shoved into my back pocket.
"Did I say anything to you Slytherbitch?" I asked, annoyed at the only face I saw all year. This face was one that belonged to my fourteen-month older sister, Sidney.
"You were born, that's what you did," Sid snapped. Man, I really can't stand her sometimes. Hah! Sometimes? Try all times. "What's wrong, you're lover's not hear yet? Should've figured. He's probably off shagging Percy."
I glared at her, "At least I have a boyfriend!!"
"I don't need one!"
"Piss off," I muttered. I looked at her in the eyes, "Go over and say 'hey' to Pucey -and leave me alone!"
"Yeah, then we can talk about how all of our 'wonderful' summers went and then we can all sit around and read poetry like you and your boring friends do, right?" I so wanted to punch her. She really brought out the worst side in me. I looked at my watch, waiting for Oliver and ignoring Sid. "Yes, that'll be fun," she said to nobody. Finally she yelled, "Hey Pucey!" and then she ran off to talk to some boy who was in a big group of Slytherins.
I sighed and looked at my watch -again. Our mum and dad had only left five minutes prior yet it already felt like a lifetime. "Hey," a voice said pleasantly. I jerked my head up to hit a head above mine. "OW!!!" the person screamed. "Bloody hell Andy!"
Oh crap! Wasn't it just my luck that person was Oliver. "Oliver!!! I am so sorry!!!" I put my arm around him, "Are you okay?"
He kissed me on the forehead and then embraced me in a hug, "I'm okay. Your head just hit my jaw but I'll live."
I drew away from his hug, "Are you sure?"
"Do you want me to die?"
"No!"
"Then I'm fine," he smiled. Did I ever mention Oliver was cute? Well, he was. And that he was Keeper for Gryffindor's Quidditch team? Well, he was. And that he was team captain for his second year this year? Well, he was. I giggled to myself. He put his arm around me, "What's so funny?"
I looked at him and grinned, "Just thinking about how lucky I am to have such a sweet boyfriend."
"Er, okay," he laughed. "You think that."
Just then Percy Weasley walked by, "Hey Wood." He smiled at Oliver. He then looked at me, "Fugler." He chuckled. "Heh heh, Fugler."
Ah, what a nice greeting that was to get from Percy. I guess I'd have to shoot it right back. "Hey Weasley, just shut up. It's not like you have any prize-winning last name. It kind of resembles 'weasel'!" I snapped at him jokingly. I knew my last name -Fulger- was bad, but I took pride with it.
Percy laughed, "Fugler sounds like, heh heh…"
"Don't go there Weasley," Oliver warned. Then, suddenly, the three of us started laughing.
"So, Fugler -heh heh- did you make prefect this year?" asked Percy.
I smiled, "As a matter of fact Weasley, I did! And by you being dressed in your Hogwarts attire already and there being a huge badge with a "P" on your right breast I assume you did too."
"You assumed right, Fugler," Percy smiled at the sound of my last name. Grrr… Why did so many people have fun with that last name? But, to be honest, the joking rate was always at its worst at the start of the term because not many people said it all summer. Did Sid have the same trouble?
"Why are you dressed already Percy?" asked Oliver.
"Why aren't you?" he asked him.
"Um, because we're not even on the train yet and most average wizards dress on the train."
"I'm not average, now am I?" asked Percy. Man, this kid could really get to me, to the point where I just want to slap him from being such a butt-head. Actually, he wasn't really my friend… Just a kid who's been following around Oliver since our first year…
Still, it's a miracle Percy's got such a sweet family that overlooks his snooty side. As if on cue of me thinking of the Weasleys, Percy's little brothers Fred and George popped up without a word… Almost acting like they had been there the whole time.
"I'd say you're below," I smiled.
"Hey, guess what?" said Fred Weasley looking at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Harry Potter's here! On Platform 9¾!"
"Bloody hell!" said Oliver. "You serious?"
"Yeah, we both saw him," said George nodding.
"Whoa," I thought. Harry Potter? At Hogwarts? How cool was that?
"His dad was great at Quidditch! Do you think…"
I looked up at him and smiled, "Nope, don't think so."
The Weasleys then started laughing while Oliver looked like he got hit by a Bludger. "Oh," he muttered.
"Hey, hey," Sid said walking by. "If it isn't the Gryffindorks laughing once again for no apparent reason."
"Er, yeah. And if it isn't the Slytherbitch being jerks again?" I smiled.
Sid smiled back, "Yeah."
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"We'll be arriving at Hogsmeade in an hours time, so do you plan on putting on your uniforms if you know what's good for you," a voice said cheerfully over the intercom.
I sighed, "I like me Muggle clothes."
"I don't know Andy," smiled a fellow prefect and fifth year by the name of Penelope Clearwater. She was okay, not really one of my friends… She had a real attitude, that's for sure. "I like how everybody is in uniform; it makes you feel worth-while."
"Really now?" I laughed.
"Yes," she giggled.
"Trus-" Oliver was cut short by the opening of the door.
"Excuse me for barging in, but have any of you seen a toad in here?" there stood a girl; she had to've been a first year, with the bushiest hair I had ever seen. Whoa. Talk about high-maintenance.
"I don't know," said Oliver, standing up in the middle of our compartment. "Have we?"
"Oliver," I scoffed. "Do be nice to the first year."
"How do you know I'm a first year?" the girl asked.
"It's all over your face," sighed Percy.
"Shuddup Weasley!" growled Penelope.
"Why should I?"
Oooh dear, the poor bushy haired girl was going to be freaked out at us. I got up and walked to the door. "Do ignore them, sorry."
She shrugged and stepped outside, "its okay, but no toad?"
I smiled apologetically as I stepped outside and closed the door to our compartment, "No toad. I'm not sure I caught your name, what is it?"
"Hermione Granger," the girl looked at me quite puzzled, like I was some hag, "And you?"
"Andrea Fugler, but you can call me Andy," I extended my hand.
She took it, "Pleasure." I nodded. "What year are you in Andy?"
"Fifth," I smiled.
"And house?"
"Gryffindor, home of the brave," I laughed. She didn't. Awkward silence, not cool. "So, er, are you Muggle-born?"
"Oh, yes, but I do know many spells," she smiled proudly. She looked like a Gryffindor. Or Slytherin. Hmm… Watch me be wrong and she get sorted into some other house.
"Nice," I nodded. Just then a boy popped out of nowhere.
"Hermione?" he asked frantically. "Have you seen Trevor?"
She looked at him, "No, sorry Neville."
I looked at her, "Is it safe to presume that is the toad?"
She nodded. "Neville, I'd like you to meet Andrea Fugler and Andrea I'd like you to meet Neville Longbottom."
Longbottom? Oh, the poor kid must've been related to the Longbottoms who got killed by the Death Eaters!
He nodded at me, "Nice to meet you." Okay, so he didn't seem that messed up in the head.
"And you," I smiled. "You can call me Andy."
He shrugged, "Okay."
Awkward silence again. Not cool. "So, er, I'll let you guys get on with your toad-search… Good luck, I'm sure you'll find 'im!"
"Thank you Andre -I mean Andy!" said Neville, turning around continuing his hunt down the train as I went back in my chaotic compartment with my friends.
"Oooh? Is Andy hanging out with first years?" asked one of my best friends, Owen Cauldwell who was a fellow fifth year in Hufflepuff.
"Oh shut up Owen! Just because I'm nice -"
"A nice bitch!" laughed Owen.
"-person," it finally sank in what he said. Oh man, that wasn't nice.
"Owen!" yelled Oliver jokingly as I sat down next to him. "I'm going to get you!"
"Oh yes, and I am the King of England!" said Owen, showing the fact he was Muggle-raised because he referred to the figurehead of our nation, one that Muggles do talk about quite often -more than us Magic-folk at least.
"Whatever, I'm Keeper for the Chudley Cannons!"
"You're good enough," I said because the Chudley Cannons were a, well, bad Quidditch team that didn't really have a history of winning.
Oliver turned and smiled at me, "Is that an insult or a compliment, Andy?"