First of all, the disclaimer. J.K. Rowling is the creator of the Harry Potter series and owns the characters from those books mentioned in this story. The other characters not creating by Rowling are the properties of the author.
It was a pleasant day at Hogwarts-the sun was shining for the first time in months, it seemed. Well, it didn't seem; it was the first time since term started when the weather was really quite nice. Everyone was outside-the teachers, students, even the house-elves were given outside duty serving drinks and tidying the lawns. Filch was the only one working, cleaning the castle in a frenzy, almost rubbing through the doors with Wendy the Housewitch's All-Purpose Cleaner.
Why was Filch cleaning, you ask? Well, just like in Harry's fifth year, there were visitors on their way to the school. And not just any visitors, mind you, but the triplet daughters of the greatest witch and wizard in Asia. They were coming to study under some of the most knowledgeable and wisest teachers at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They were coming for their seventh year, recently accepted as exchange students by the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Before, they were home-schooled, but their parents thought that making new friends would be good for them.
They were scheduled to arrive at dusk that night on broomsticks. They were each adept at flying and playing Quidditch. Everybody from Hogwarts was required to line up on the steps and greet their new peers when they arrived.
"What d'ya think they'll be like?" asked Colin Creevey.
"Buzz off, Colin." spat Ron. After Colin scurried away, "So, what do you think they'll be like?"
"I just hope they're smart. I also hope that they speak English. I haven't gotten around to learning Hindi yet," said Hermione nonchalantly. "I wonder what house they'll be in, anyhow?"
"As long as they're hot," sighed Harry, while Ron nodded. He had only recently gotten over Cho from his fifth year. "Maybe they won't have heard of me," he said wistfully.
"You boys are so shallow! I can't believe you!" cried Hermione.
Nearby, Fred and George were playing exploding snap. In between, they also were wondering about the exchange students. They had recently returned to finish their schooling, since they had time now that their store was doing fine on its own.
"Oy, George! Watch it!" shouted Fred. George had thrown one at Fred and it had hit him in the forehead, sending a shower of sparks all over Fred.
"Sorry Fred!" George smiled cheesily. "I'm distracted. I can't stop wondering about these girls who are coming. What were their names again?"
"I don't think Dumbledore even told us. Odd, that," said Fred, letting his thoughts drift to the aspect of pretty girls coming to school. "I can just imagine them. Faces like angels. Bodies of goddesses. Hair like . . . ouch! What was that for?"
"You sound like Mum," said George blatantly.
Far off in the other edge of the grounds was Draco, alone and thoughtful. He had long since discarded his dumb-as-lumps lackeys, Crabbe and Goyle. Now he was pondering the new arrivals. Maybe he could get to know them. . . quite well, hopefully. Maybe they would be in Slytherin. Maybe. . .
So by now you can tell that the school was a-buzz about the three girls. The only thing left for them to do was get to Hogwarts . . .
So that's the first chapter. We will try to have the next one up soon! 3