Singing With Life
J.K. Rowling owns all characters you are familiar with, the others are mine.
Ch. 2
When we stepped off the train at the station, the rush of people, Hagrid's booming voice, and the smell of pine surrounded me like a big brothers arms at a homecoming. I let our a sigh of relief and felt George's hand find mine. I smiled at him as he began to lead me to the carriages. Fred and Angie were following us, and as I looked around, I saw Oliver, Lee, Chow, and others waiting for carriages. I waved in their direction and managed to get Lees attention and she waved back. Lee gave a look that said, "So, you two official now?" I smiled, nodded, and shrugged my shoulders. She smiled, shook her head, and turned back to Oliver and Chow. I leaned up to George and whispered, "We've been spotted." He turned around, slipped his hand around my waist and said, "By who?"
"Lee." He said, "Mmm.." and started looking for her. "Stop that!" I said tickling him, "the carriage is here anyway." I started pushing him towards the carriage as I finished. He let me push him into the one directly in front of you, which also happened to have Fred and Angie settled already. Once we were seated, settled and on our way to the castle George spoke." I hope we have at least one class together."
"Me too." Said Angie. "I do too." I said, "Then, at least. I will have one excuse for not paying attention tp Snape." We all chuckled. Fred started to say something, but stopped as we made a turn. That first look at Hogwarts gets me every time. It is the most breath taking sight I know. With the sun set backlighting the strong, proud castle, it is magical. I sighed and sank into the seat. "Welcome home." Said Angie. "Indeed." agreed Fred. I smiled and shook my head at them.
As we entered the Great Hall I saw my boys; Sam, Seth, David, and Peter. We had met in our first year and started our band Starlight and Cornfields the next year. I had been 12 along with Peter. Sam and Seth were 13 and David was 11. Now I knew these boys inside out, they were like brothers to me. They feel the same about me. I ran to Peter and got caught by Seth before I reached my target. Seth pulled me backwards into his broad chest and lifted me off of my feet. "Hey!" he bellowed in his deep bass voice. "Hey yourself!" I said still in the air and grinning like an idiot. "Now let me down!" And I started to struggle against his iron grip. He let me down and I turned to him beaming and gave him a real hug. I then faced the rest of the boys. Hugging each of them in turn a montage of questions and comments attacked me.
"How was your summer?"
"I wrote some great stuff this summer!"
"So, you and George finally together?"
"I met a fine girl at the beach!"
"Nice tan." This mess was met with my own barrage of questions. Eventually we wound down to a comprehendible roar and answers began to flow. "So," began Peter. "How was your summer? I see you finally got your man."
"Yeah, but your still in the valley of singles and lovin' it right?"
"Damn straight." Peter said with a broad grin his deep brown eyes echoing the joy in his smile.. At this Seth perked up. His bright green eyes glittering. "That reminds me, I met this fine girl at the beach, and I want to keep in touch, but don't know how to see her again. Any advice?"
"Well," I said glad that the had met someone that he liked enough to actually maintain contact with. "If she is near by, invite her to come to a band practice. Girls always like guys in a band." Adding a wink and nudge in the arm. He retaliated with a poke in the stomach. I flinched and was reminded of the fact that I had eaten nothing since last night. "I hat to be a party pooper, but I am starved! No breakfast or lunch. Heh." I gave a weak smile and shrug of my shoulders expecting a chastisement. Instead Sam cried, "Then lets feed you! All we need is you to pass out tonight at practice." He put his arm around my waist imitating catching my fall. His shoulder length black hair brushed my nose and made it itch. As I rubbed my nose, he took the opportunity to poke my stomach. "That reminds me, "He said as the professors filed into the Hall, "I talked Mogonigal into letting us play for a 'welcome back' house party." This news was met with cheers from all, a high five between Seth and Peter, a hug between me and David, and I kissed Sam on his cheek. "Onward to a victory meal!" Shouted David in his tenor voice, our Baby as we call him. "Shhh, Baby!" came the unanimous reply, although no one a foot from us could have heard him, everyone else in the Hall was having reunions with friends just like we had.
We all sat down, with grins the size of Texas, and started to catch up with everyone else. It is so hard to keep in touch with everyone over the summer. Especially the families that refuse to communicate any other way than owls. No matter how hard those little birds try they just can't quite make it over the ocean. We had so much to say, that instead of going up to the common room, we sat in the dining hall. All of us, the boys, Fred, George, Angie, Oliver, Lee, Chow, Amy (David's girlfriend), and Jessica (Sam's girlfriend) had wound up sprawled on the table , benches and floor. I was leaning against George, Sam and Jess were sitting on the table. David and Amy were still sitting at the table correctly, Peter was laying on top of the table, and everyone else was sprawled in the general vicinity. We were laughing at something Lee had just said when Prof. Mogonigal showed up. "Students, although I am glad you are so happy to see each other, but I think it is time you set a good example and continue this reunion in the common room." It was at this point that Oliver decided to actually try to look at the Professor. But as he turned his head he fell off balance and tumbled off his bench and landed on the floor with a loud fwump. We all started laughing heartily and Peter was laughing so hard what he rolled off the table with a crash. Any hope of moving any of us disappeared. We all wound up on the floor. Finally I composed myself enough to say, "But Professor, wont' we keep the younger kids up if we hang out upstairs?"
"Yes, Ms. Sims, I do believe you are correct. But do remember, this is the first night back and I am sure that plenty of other students have enjoyed themselves as much as you, and I doubt anyone will be sleeping lightly tonight." With that she gave one of her famous grins and walked out of the room. We all looked at each other, laughed another round, and clamored up to the common room. We stood in the common room for another 30 minutes before we finally went to bed.
Sorry this chapter is short. Please review I want to hear ideas, and commentary. Constructive cirtisism is allways accepted and actually hoped for. thanks for reading!