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Chapter 1
Professor McGonagall gathered the Gryffindors together. She stood on a chair, looking very peculiar in burgundy and gold muggle sweats reading USC.
"Settle down!" She commanded. "The muggles will be arriving soon! Your cabins will be like your dorms, arranged by year and gender. However, you will be sharing them with muggles who also fit into that category. Under absolutely NO circumstance are you to inform them or any others of your abilities. Or to perform any magic on them, no matter the temptation." She added with a pointed look to Fred and George, whose grins were wiped off their faces. "All students dine together, and there will be numerous activities supplied for you to choose from. These cabins," she gestured to the cabins behind her "are yours. Slytherin cabins are behind you, Ravenclaw cabins are to your right, Hufflepuffs to your left. You may all go and start getting settled, the mugs are arriving as we speak."
The Gryffindors flooded past her into their cabins to get ready.
A girl trudged along, looking around and feeling even more alone than she had thought she would. Everyone seemed to know each other; it was like they'd been together for years! She looked down at her camp map and located the "Snake" cabins where she'd be staying. She thought that it was smart to have them fill out questionnaires so that they'd be more compatible with the people in their cabins. However, the names were a bit strange.
She stopped and put her bag on the ground, pulling out her book. She slung her bag back over her shoulder and stuck her nose in the book.
"Watch it!" Cried a younger boy who she almost ran into.
"Sorry..." She said softly, surprised by his British accent. Now that she was thinking about it though, there were a TON of kinds with British accents around her.
She walked into the "Snake" cabins complex and suddenly almost everyone had a British accent. She looked on the doors until she found F15 (F for female, 15 for her age).
She pushed the door open, and was surprised to find most of the top bunks unoccupied. She tossed her bag up on the tope bunk closest to the door, with no one below, and followed it up. The girls in the room turned around and stared at her, making her feel even more conspicuous than she had before.
"Who are you?" asked one of the girls, leaning on her hip and scowling. She was wearing a mini skirt and tank top (both green) and had the look of someone who was gaining weight, but didn't quite know it yet.
"Uh... Ali-"
"Weasly" Coughed one of the girls standing behind the mini-skirted girl.
Ali raised her eyebrows at them and turned back to her bag, taking out books and journals.
"Hey!" the mini-skirted girl shouted up at her "I'm talking to you!"
"What?" She turned around. Then she noticed the pod-people-look that they were sporting, all in a similar shade of green and silver, backing up the mini-skirted girl.
"What's your name?"
"You gonna listen this time?"
The girl rolled her eyes. "Okay, your decision." Ali turned back to her bag, seriously not ready for a whole summer with these girls.
She couldn't stand the constant "whispering" about what a bitch she was. So, pushing down her anger, she slung her back-pack over her shoulder and walked out of the cabin. The girls just got louder and louder until she slammed the door, with force.
She stormed forward, until she ran into an obstruction that knocked her over. She was still angry, so instead of apologizing like she normally would have she just gave a muffled shout of frustration and tried to pick up the stuff that had spilled out of her bag. " Watch where I'm going." She heard an angry, British, boy voice say maliciously.
"Why don't you? This is after all a GIRLS cabin, what you need help determining what gender you-" she spat back, fed up with these people. But she was cut off when she saw him. She felt her face get hot as she stared. She quickly picked up her bag again, muttered "sorry" and rushed off. She could practically hear him smirking, but she didn't know what to do. Now she was angry AND embarrassed.
She stormed off again, her emotions becoming too much for her, so she headed toward the forest to go for a walk. She couldn't get that boy's face out of her mind; his cold grey eyes, perfect blonde hair, and porcelain skin. It was a captivating beauty. "Too bad Becca's not here" she thought of her best friend as she crept into the woods, occasionally picking up and throwing a stick or rock at a nearby tree, "that's her kind of guy."
Thinking of her best friend made her feel even lonelier than she had before, and she let the tears spill out of her eyes. She'd only been here for a couple hours, and she was crying already. She picked up a rock and chucked it as hard as she could at a tree farther up, missing it through her tears, and collapsing to the ground crying harder.
"Ow!" a voice came toward her from ahead. Another Brit! Where were they coming from? Some laughter followed the cry.
"Now YOU have a scar." Another boy's voice said.
"Ooooh!" The first boy's voice came angrily.
There were scuffling noises and a cry of "Ouch gerroff me!"
"Where'd that come from?" a girl's voice asked, yet ANOTHER Brit.
"I dunno, lemmie go look." Came a female voice with an American accent; a very familiar voice. Ali wiped her eyes with her fists and looked up, standing and praying that who was coming was who she thought they were.
She laughed and cried out as she saw the dark brown hair, round face, impish smile, and honey-brown eyes that she knew so well. "BECCA!" She jumped at her friend, tackling her to the ground; but was quickly and easily removed by two pairs of rough, male, hands.
Love ya, review! Thanks!
Chapter 1
Professor McGonagall gathered the Gryffindors together. She stood on a chair, looking very peculiar in burgundy and gold muggle sweats reading USC.
"Settle down!" She commanded. "The muggles will be arriving soon! Your cabins will be like your dorms, arranged by year and gender. However, you will be sharing them with muggles who also fit into that category. Under absolutely NO circumstance are you to inform them or any others of your abilities. Or to perform any magic on them, no matter the temptation." She added with a pointed look to Fred and George, whose grins were wiped off their faces. "All students dine together, and there will be numerous activities supplied for you to choose from. These cabins," she gestured to the cabins behind her "are yours. Slytherin cabins are behind you, Ravenclaw cabins are to your right, Hufflepuffs to your left. You may all go and start getting settled, the mugs are arriving as we speak."
The Gryffindors flooded past her into their cabins to get ready.
A girl trudged along, looking around and feeling even more alone than she had thought she would. Everyone seemed to know each other; it was like they'd been together for years! She looked down at her camp map and located the "Snake" cabins where she'd be staying. She thought that it was smart to have them fill out questionnaires so that they'd be more compatible with the people in their cabins. However, the names were a bit strange.
She stopped and put her bag on the ground, pulling out her book. She slung her bag back over her shoulder and stuck her nose in the book.
"Watch it!" Cried a younger boy who she almost ran into.
"Sorry..." She said softly, surprised by his British accent. Now that she was thinking about it though, there were a TON of kinds with British accents around her.
She walked into the "Snake" cabins complex and suddenly almost everyone had a British accent. She looked on the doors until she found F15 (F for female, 15 for her age).
She pushed the door open, and was surprised to find most of the top bunks unoccupied. She tossed her bag up on the tope bunk closest to the door, with no one below, and followed it up. The girls in the room turned around and stared at her, making her feel even more conspicuous than she had before.
"Who are you?" asked one of the girls, leaning on her hip and scowling. She was wearing a mini skirt and tank top (both green) and had the look of someone who was gaining weight, but didn't quite know it yet.
"Uh... Ali-"
"Weasly" Coughed one of the girls standing behind the mini-skirted girl.
Ali raised her eyebrows at them and turned back to her bag, taking out books and journals.
"Hey!" the mini-skirted girl shouted up at her "I'm talking to you!"
"What?" She turned around. Then she noticed the pod-people-look that they were sporting, all in a similar shade of green and silver, backing up the mini-skirted girl.
"What's your name?"
"You gonna listen this time?"
The girl rolled her eyes. "Okay, your decision." Ali turned back to her bag, seriously not ready for a whole summer with these girls.
She couldn't stand the constant "whispering" about what a bitch she was. So, pushing down her anger, she slung her back-pack over her shoulder and walked out of the cabin. The girls just got louder and louder until she slammed the door, with force.
She stormed forward, until she ran into an obstruction that knocked her over. She was still angry, so instead of apologizing like she normally would have she just gave a muffled shout of frustration and tried to pick up the stuff that had spilled out of her bag. " Watch where I'm going." She heard an angry, British, boy voice say maliciously.
"Why don't you? This is after all a GIRLS cabin, what you need help determining what gender you-" she spat back, fed up with these people. But she was cut off when she saw him. She felt her face get hot as she stared. She quickly picked up her bag again, muttered "sorry" and rushed off. She could practically hear him smirking, but she didn't know what to do. Now she was angry AND embarrassed.
She stormed off again, her emotions becoming too much for her, so she headed toward the forest to go for a walk. She couldn't get that boy's face out of her mind; his cold grey eyes, perfect blonde hair, and porcelain skin. It was a captivating beauty. "Too bad Becca's not here" she thought of her best friend as she crept into the woods, occasionally picking up and throwing a stick or rock at a nearby tree, "that's her kind of guy."
Thinking of her best friend made her feel even lonelier than she had before, and she let the tears spill out of her eyes. She'd only been here for a couple hours, and she was crying already. She picked up a rock and chucked it as hard as she could at a tree farther up, missing it through her tears, and collapsing to the ground crying harder.
"Ow!" a voice came toward her from ahead. Another Brit! Where were they coming from? Some laughter followed the cry.
"Now YOU have a scar." Another boy's voice said.
"Ooooh!" The first boy's voice came angrily.
There were scuffling noises and a cry of "Ouch gerroff me!"
"Where'd that come from?" a girl's voice asked, yet ANOTHER Brit.
"I dunno, lemmie go look." Came a female voice with an American accent; a very familiar voice. Ali wiped her eyes with her fists and looked up, standing and praying that who was coming was who she thought they were.
She laughed and cried out as she saw the dark brown hair, round face, impish smile, and honey-brown eyes that she knew so well. "BECCA!" She jumped at her friend, tackling her to the ground; but was quickly and easily removed by two pairs of rough, male, hands.
Love ya, review! Thanks!