OK, next chapter! Actually, I dunno what else to say, lol.
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Harry, Ron, and the rest of the 6th year boys all walked down to the Great Tent. It was a Great Tent too.
It was about as big as the Great Hall... or bigger. The Tent was colored like a rainbow, with big letters: Camp 7 ¾. They walked inside, to find 7 tables, for each year. The boys all sat down at the 6th year table, with the girls on the opposite side.
Harry blushed, because the blonde-girl was right in front of him, with Hermione to her left.
"Um... hi, I'm Harry Potter," muttered Harry to the blonde-girl, blushing furiously. Why did he have to be so bloody nervous?
"No offense, but that's sort-of obvious," laughed the girl. Harry blushed even harder. "I'm Morgan... Carlson."
"Nicetomeetyou," said Harry, a little too quickly.
"What the crap?" said the girl, gawking at him.
Harry cleared his throat, and said slowly, "Nice to meet you."
"Oh, yeah..."
Ron sniggered, and Harry elbowed him hard. Suddenly Mr. Davidson, the camp counselor stood up, and clapped his hand three times, and some food appeared on the tables. Everyone instantly became quiet. "Now, I will not keep you, its time to eat!"
Immediately, everyone started digging into his or her food. Harry still couldn't keep his eyes off of the blonde girl. She was busily talking to Matthew Carter; it seemed like they were a couple. Harry was starting to think that Matthew would become the new Malfoy...
When they were done eating, Mr. Davidson asked everyone to 'Please get up from your seats.' They all stood up, looking very confused, why hadn't he just asked them to go back to their cabins?
Mr. Davidson clapped three times, and the tables disappeared, and instead, about 150 comfy chairs appeared. "Sit."
Harry took a chair, with Ron on his left, and Morgan on his right.
"Now, we're going to be passing out your schedules," said Mr. Davidson and a bunch of other camp counselors, and they started walking down the aisles of chairs, while the students started talking.
"Harry, guess who I saw!" said Ron.
"Who?"
"Cho Chang."
"Oh... I'm not sure if..."
"You still want to go with her don't you?" asked Ron curiously.
"Who does Harry want to go with?" asked Nick, who had become Harry and Ron's friend quickly.
"Cho Chang."
"Who's she?" asked Nick, looking around at all the girls.
"You see that seventh-year... over there, you know, the one with the brown hair... she's really hot..." said Ron, pointing at Cho.
"Oh... yeah, she looks pretty good... Not my style though."
"I don't think I want to go out with her anymore," said Harry slowly.
"Well, I guess she's kind-of annoying," said Ron.
"So who do you like?" asked Nick.
"Well... that Morgan-girl," whispered Harry to Ron and Nick.
"Oh. You like Morgan..." said Nick, a little too loudly.
"WHO LIKES MY GIRL?" asked Matthew to Nick.
"I'm not your girl! Just because I'm your girlfriend, doesn't mean I belong to you!" said Morgan furiously.
"Shut up, Matthew!" shouted Nick.
"Who likes my girlfriend?" repeated Matthew, walking up to Harry, Ron, and Nick.
Neville and Hermione both looked from Harry, to Nick, to Ron, to Matthew, both stunned.
Nobody said anything, as Matthew glared at all of them. He then walked up to Ron.
"Is it you, Weasley?" sneered Matthew. "Of course it isn't."
Ron turned red, and Matthew walked over to Nick. "It wouldn't be you Parker... I know you too well."
Matthew then walked to Harry. "It's you, isn't it, Potter," he said coldly.
"And if it is?" asked Harry, in the same cold tone.
Morgan blushed slightly at this remark. "Come on, Matthew, it doesn't matter..." She and Matthew walked away.
"I hate Matthew Carter," said Harry slowly. "For being a bastard, and for being Morgan's boyfriend."
"I think we all do," replied Nick, who had been to Elbury Academy with Matthew. "He's really popular though, and I don't see how Morgan likes him."
Harry was about to comment, when Mr. Davidson came, and gave him, his schedule. Harry looked at it briefly, and then looked at everyone else's. He, Nick, and Ron, all had the same schedule, since they all wanted to be Aurors. However, Hermione's schedule was pretty much the same, except she had more classes... even though she didn't need them. She wanted to be a transfiguration teacher, of all things. Neville wanted to be a Herbologist, so he had a bunch of herbology classes.
Mr. Thomas came, to all the 6th year boys, and said, "Come on now, let's go back to our cabin." They left the Great Tent, and as they were walking towards Cabin 13, Mr. Thomas gave them each a map of Camp 7 ¾.
It was 8 p.m. when they got back to their cabins, and were able to talk with everyone.
Matthew Carter was obviously popular, as all the boys (except Nick, Neville, Harry, and Ron) crowded around him, listening to him tell stories of girls he had dated, quidditch matches he had been at (or in), and other things. You could tell his best friend was Chris, because he would always ask his opinion on each story. Chris, too, had brown hair, except his was curly, and he had stunning, ocean blue eyes.
"So... I hope this is going to be a good year," said Nick, trying to start up a conversation. "I mean, its kind-of cool, to have students from a different school here."
"Yeah, I was really starting to get fed up with Malfoy," grumbled Ron.
"You already were," laughed Harry.
"Malfoy, you mean that little snob?" asked Nick angrily. The boys nodded. "He went to my Dad's shop once, and almost sued him, 'cause my Dad, didn't have any more Firebolts."
"That sounds like Malfoy, all right," groaned Ron. "I didn't know Malfoy could sue people though..."
"Your Dad owns a quidditch shop?" asked Harry curiously.
"Yeah, Quality Quidditch Supplies."
"You must be rich then," blurted out Ron, before he could stop himself. He blushed.
"Not really, we have to pay all my mum's... medical things," said Nick silently. "She's... she's... um... she got put under the Crucatious (don't know how to spell it) curse by... You-Know-Who... and went... went mad."
"I'm sorry," said all the other boys.
"That happened to both my parents," said Neville. Harry and Ron both looked at Neville, stunned. Neville didn't usually talk about that!
The rest of the night they talked about You-Know-Who.
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Hope you liked it!
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Harry, Ron, and the rest of the 6th year boys all walked down to the Great Tent. It was a Great Tent too.
It was about as big as the Great Hall... or bigger. The Tent was colored like a rainbow, with big letters: Camp 7 ¾. They walked inside, to find 7 tables, for each year. The boys all sat down at the 6th year table, with the girls on the opposite side.
Harry blushed, because the blonde-girl was right in front of him, with Hermione to her left.
"Um... hi, I'm Harry Potter," muttered Harry to the blonde-girl, blushing furiously. Why did he have to be so bloody nervous?
"No offense, but that's sort-of obvious," laughed the girl. Harry blushed even harder. "I'm Morgan... Carlson."
"Nicetomeetyou," said Harry, a little too quickly.
"What the crap?" said the girl, gawking at him.
Harry cleared his throat, and said slowly, "Nice to meet you."
"Oh, yeah..."
Ron sniggered, and Harry elbowed him hard. Suddenly Mr. Davidson, the camp counselor stood up, and clapped his hand three times, and some food appeared on the tables. Everyone instantly became quiet. "Now, I will not keep you, its time to eat!"
Immediately, everyone started digging into his or her food. Harry still couldn't keep his eyes off of the blonde girl. She was busily talking to Matthew Carter; it seemed like they were a couple. Harry was starting to think that Matthew would become the new Malfoy...
When they were done eating, Mr. Davidson asked everyone to 'Please get up from your seats.' They all stood up, looking very confused, why hadn't he just asked them to go back to their cabins?
Mr. Davidson clapped three times, and the tables disappeared, and instead, about 150 comfy chairs appeared. "Sit."
Harry took a chair, with Ron on his left, and Morgan on his right.
"Now, we're going to be passing out your schedules," said Mr. Davidson and a bunch of other camp counselors, and they started walking down the aisles of chairs, while the students started talking.
"Harry, guess who I saw!" said Ron.
"Who?"
"Cho Chang."
"Oh... I'm not sure if..."
"You still want to go with her don't you?" asked Ron curiously.
"Who does Harry want to go with?" asked Nick, who had become Harry and Ron's friend quickly.
"Cho Chang."
"Who's she?" asked Nick, looking around at all the girls.
"You see that seventh-year... over there, you know, the one with the brown hair... she's really hot..." said Ron, pointing at Cho.
"Oh... yeah, she looks pretty good... Not my style though."
"I don't think I want to go out with her anymore," said Harry slowly.
"Well, I guess she's kind-of annoying," said Ron.
"So who do you like?" asked Nick.
"Well... that Morgan-girl," whispered Harry to Ron and Nick.
"Oh. You like Morgan..." said Nick, a little too loudly.
"WHO LIKES MY GIRL?" asked Matthew to Nick.
"I'm not your girl! Just because I'm your girlfriend, doesn't mean I belong to you!" said Morgan furiously.
"Shut up, Matthew!" shouted Nick.
"Who likes my girlfriend?" repeated Matthew, walking up to Harry, Ron, and Nick.
Neville and Hermione both looked from Harry, to Nick, to Ron, to Matthew, both stunned.
Nobody said anything, as Matthew glared at all of them. He then walked up to Ron.
"Is it you, Weasley?" sneered Matthew. "Of course it isn't."
Ron turned red, and Matthew walked over to Nick. "It wouldn't be you Parker... I know you too well."
Matthew then walked to Harry. "It's you, isn't it, Potter," he said coldly.
"And if it is?" asked Harry, in the same cold tone.
Morgan blushed slightly at this remark. "Come on, Matthew, it doesn't matter..." She and Matthew walked away.
"I hate Matthew Carter," said Harry slowly. "For being a bastard, and for being Morgan's boyfriend."
"I think we all do," replied Nick, who had been to Elbury Academy with Matthew. "He's really popular though, and I don't see how Morgan likes him."
Harry was about to comment, when Mr. Davidson came, and gave him, his schedule. Harry looked at it briefly, and then looked at everyone else's. He, Nick, and Ron, all had the same schedule, since they all wanted to be Aurors. However, Hermione's schedule was pretty much the same, except she had more classes... even though she didn't need them. She wanted to be a transfiguration teacher, of all things. Neville wanted to be a Herbologist, so he had a bunch of herbology classes.
Mr. Thomas came, to all the 6th year boys, and said, "Come on now, let's go back to our cabin." They left the Great Tent, and as they were walking towards Cabin 13, Mr. Thomas gave them each a map of Camp 7 ¾.
It was 8 p.m. when they got back to their cabins, and were able to talk with everyone.
Matthew Carter was obviously popular, as all the boys (except Nick, Neville, Harry, and Ron) crowded around him, listening to him tell stories of girls he had dated, quidditch matches he had been at (or in), and other things. You could tell his best friend was Chris, because he would always ask his opinion on each story. Chris, too, had brown hair, except his was curly, and he had stunning, ocean blue eyes.
"So... I hope this is going to be a good year," said Nick, trying to start up a conversation. "I mean, its kind-of cool, to have students from a different school here."
"Yeah, I was really starting to get fed up with Malfoy," grumbled Ron.
"You already were," laughed Harry.
"Malfoy, you mean that little snob?" asked Nick angrily. The boys nodded. "He went to my Dad's shop once, and almost sued him, 'cause my Dad, didn't have any more Firebolts."
"That sounds like Malfoy, all right," groaned Ron. "I didn't know Malfoy could sue people though..."
"Your Dad owns a quidditch shop?" asked Harry curiously.
"Yeah, Quality Quidditch Supplies."
"You must be rich then," blurted out Ron, before he could stop himself. He blushed.
"Not really, we have to pay all my mum's... medical things," said Nick silently. "She's... she's... um... she got put under the Crucatious (don't know how to spell it) curse by... You-Know-Who... and went... went mad."
"I'm sorry," said all the other boys.
"That happened to both my parents," said Neville. Harry and Ron both looked at Neville, stunned. Neville didn't usually talk about that!
The rest of the night they talked about You-Know-Who.
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Hope you liked it!