Title: Harry Potter and the Arrival of Deidre Wilde
Author: Wilde Rebellion
Series: Harry Potter
Note: My first HP story - when it comes to reviews, please, do voice what your opinion on it is - but try to be gentle. wince
"Welcome!" echoed Professor Dumbledore's thunderous voice throughout the Great Hall. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! . .I am delighted to say that our Care of Magical Creatures vacancy will be filled by none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to take on this teaching job in addition to his gamekeeping duties.
Well, I think that's everything of importance," added the Headmaster. "Let the feast begin!"
His booming voice was soon drowned out by the hurried motions of starved students licking their lips as food and drink appeared before their very eyes. Harry Potter, despite his disturbing run-in earlier with the dementor, found himself ravenous and helped himself to all the food he could reach.
Fred and George worked their way down from the other half of the Gryffindor table, seating themselves across from Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"So, missed the Sorting again this year, didja?" asked Fred, filling his mouth with a slice of pumpkin tart.
"Yeah, what of it?" Ron replied.
"Well, didn't you hear?" asked Seamus, joining in the conversation. "There's some exchange student here. All the way from the States, they're saying. About our age too."
"And they sorted her with the puny first years?" George asked, sniggering.
"Yes, they sorted me with the runny-nosed first years - which, I'm quite sure, all of you were at one point or another." said a voice being George.
"BLOODY HELL!" shouted the twins, Fred nearly choking on his third pumpkin tart slice. "Good god, woman, what IS your problem?"
"Oh, nothing, really - I just find pleasure in the fact of frightening upperclassmen, who, incidentally, actually have no class and find joy in talking about people behind their backs." the blonde-haired girl replied, squeezing herself in at the table, across from Ron.
"Ooh, aren't we the sharp wit?"
"Like you'd know anything about being sharp," the girl joked, sipping her pumpkin juice. "You're the Weasley Brothers, aren't you?"
The two blinked. "What, have we got a bloody reputation now?" George asked.
"So to speak, yes - you're quite admired by those Ravenclaw girls over there," she said, pointing to a nearby table. "You're all they talk about - 'Oh, those Weasleys! How handsome they are! How I'd love to get into the kip with one of them...!' You know, that kinda thing."
Both Harry and Ron began choking and sputtering on their meal as they realized what the new girl had just said. Harry blushed in embarrassment at such a topic, while Ron became minorly agitated.
"Well, then, my dear lady, my brother and I had best not keep these maidens waiting," Fred said, adjusting his tie and dusting off his robes. "Until later, dearest little brother!" they called teasingly as they strode over to the Ravenclaw girls.
The girl sighed happily. "Well, glad to be rid of them - older men make me nervous. Could you tell?" the girl asked, directing her question to Hermione.
"Um....no." The bookworm replied, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. The new girl didn't seem to really care to hear her response, and held out her hand to the trio across from her. "Hi there - I'm Deidre. Deidre Wilde."
Ron snickered softly at the mention of her last name. When she turned to face him, he jumped, until he noticed her smiling and extending her hand to him. "Yeah, bit weird, I know. So, you are?"
"Uh....Ron. W-Weasley."
"Ohh, another one, huh? Well, I hope you've got better conversationalist skills than your brothers," Deidre said, glancing to the nearby table where a Ravenclaw girl promptly poured her pumpkin juice atop George Weasley's head. "Ya know...maybe I misinterpreted what those Ravenclaw girls said to me earlier about them...what do you think?"
Ron grinned mischeviously as he saw his two brothers run off in fear of the entire female Ravenclaw population with their wands at the ready. "I think this is the beginning of a great friendship," he said, vigorously shaking Deidre's hand.
Author: Wilde Rebellion
Series: Harry Potter
Note: My first HP story - when it comes to reviews, please, do voice what your opinion on it is - but try to be gentle. wince
"Welcome!" echoed Professor Dumbledore's thunderous voice throughout the Great Hall. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! . .I am delighted to say that our Care of Magical Creatures vacancy will be filled by none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to take on this teaching job in addition to his gamekeeping duties.
Well, I think that's everything of importance," added the Headmaster. "Let the feast begin!"
His booming voice was soon drowned out by the hurried motions of starved students licking their lips as food and drink appeared before their very eyes. Harry Potter, despite his disturbing run-in earlier with the dementor, found himself ravenous and helped himself to all the food he could reach.
Fred and George worked their way down from the other half of the Gryffindor table, seating themselves across from Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"So, missed the Sorting again this year, didja?" asked Fred, filling his mouth with a slice of pumpkin tart.
"Yeah, what of it?" Ron replied.
"Well, didn't you hear?" asked Seamus, joining in the conversation. "There's some exchange student here. All the way from the States, they're saying. About our age too."
"And they sorted her with the puny first years?" George asked, sniggering.
"Yes, they sorted me with the runny-nosed first years - which, I'm quite sure, all of you were at one point or another." said a voice being George.
"BLOODY HELL!" shouted the twins, Fred nearly choking on his third pumpkin tart slice. "Good god, woman, what IS your problem?"
"Oh, nothing, really - I just find pleasure in the fact of frightening upperclassmen, who, incidentally, actually have no class and find joy in talking about people behind their backs." the blonde-haired girl replied, squeezing herself in at the table, across from Ron.
"Ooh, aren't we the sharp wit?"
"Like you'd know anything about being sharp," the girl joked, sipping her pumpkin juice. "You're the Weasley Brothers, aren't you?"
The two blinked. "What, have we got a bloody reputation now?" George asked.
"So to speak, yes - you're quite admired by those Ravenclaw girls over there," she said, pointing to a nearby table. "You're all they talk about - 'Oh, those Weasleys! How handsome they are! How I'd love to get into the kip with one of them...!' You know, that kinda thing."
Both Harry and Ron began choking and sputtering on their meal as they realized what the new girl had just said. Harry blushed in embarrassment at such a topic, while Ron became minorly agitated.
"Well, then, my dear lady, my brother and I had best not keep these maidens waiting," Fred said, adjusting his tie and dusting off his robes. "Until later, dearest little brother!" they called teasingly as they strode over to the Ravenclaw girls.
The girl sighed happily. "Well, glad to be rid of them - older men make me nervous. Could you tell?" the girl asked, directing her question to Hermione.
"Um....no." The bookworm replied, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. The new girl didn't seem to really care to hear her response, and held out her hand to the trio across from her. "Hi there - I'm Deidre. Deidre Wilde."
Ron snickered softly at the mention of her last name. When she turned to face him, he jumped, until he noticed her smiling and extending her hand to him. "Yeah, bit weird, I know. So, you are?"
"Uh....Ron. W-Weasley."
"Ohh, another one, huh? Well, I hope you've got better conversationalist skills than your brothers," Deidre said, glancing to the nearby table where a Ravenclaw girl promptly poured her pumpkin juice atop George Weasley's head. "Ya know...maybe I misinterpreted what those Ravenclaw girls said to me earlier about them...what do you think?"
Ron grinned mischeviously as he saw his two brothers run off in fear of the entire female Ravenclaw population with their wands at the ready. "I think this is the beginning of a great friendship," he said, vigorously shaking Deidre's hand.