Disclaimer: I (currently) do not own any of the characters except for Bridget and Jenna

Chapter One

September first, the first day of school, was also my birthday. So it was obvious to me that Bridget and I would be celebrating, I was twelve and it was going to be my first time at Hogwarts. The Hogwarts Express was churning and we were well under towards our new home. Bee and I had a compartment to ourselves and a lovely woman with a cart full of sweets had sold us enough goodies to last us at least a week, normally.

We were just about to set down to our feast when the compartment door slid open and a rather short and pudgy boy with mousey hair, stuck his head in. "M-may I sit with you?" he asked, stuttering slightly. I glanced at Bee, she made a face at me that clearly said "No he may not!" But it was my birthday, and I felt sorry for the poor stuttering boy.

I patted the seat next to me and with a sigh the boy sat down. "Th-thanks. My name's Peter. Peter Pettigrew."

"I'm Jenna Moore." I elbowed Bridget in the ribs.

"Bridget Brown." She mumbled.

Peter looked surprised. "You're not sisters?" He asked cautiously.

It is true that Bridget and I look like sisters, we're built the same way, (although Bridget is several inches taller) we have the same green eyes and our hair is very nearly the same brown (Bridget's being a tad lighter than mine)

"We're cousins," I said, "Our mothers are twins."

"O-oh." Stuttered Peter sadly. Bridget heaved a large sigh and then winced as I elbowed her again, she offered him a pasty. Peter took it, looking close to tears. He mumbled a 'thankyou' under his breath. We had settled down into silence and were eating our treats when the door slid open again.

Bridget promptly dropped her pasty, and gaped. The boy standing in front of us was, well, attractive (can twelve year olds be attractive?). "There you are Peter." He said, "You know Sirius didn't mean it, come back with me. Oh hello!" he looked at Bridget who was still gaping at him and stuck out a hand. "Remus Lupin, Gryffindor."

Bridget took the offered hand. "Bridget Brown, whatever you want me to be."

Remus laughed rather nervously, (Bridget can be rather straightforward) and then shook my hand as well. "Well, I'll just get Peter out of your hair. See you at the sorting!" He hauled Peter off the seat and they both left. Bridget turned her astonished eyes towards me.

"May I have him, Jenna?" she asked.

I laughed. "Perhaps for Christmas. If you're a good girl."

She nodded and we both giggled. I held up a pasty: "To Hogwarts!"

"To Remus Lupin." Bridget said seriously.

This time we laughed so hard we both fell out of our seats. Regaining control took us several minutes of wiping tears away and immidietly falling into relapses of giggles as Bridget and I are prone to doing. Finally I sputtered "What do you suppose Gryffindor is? Is it what subject he's studying?"

Bridget looked thoughful. "I think Mum mentioned it to me once, I think Gryffindor is… Like a certain group of students." She paused. "I dunno how to explain it really. I expect we'll find out once we've gotten there." She happily resumed eating her pumpkin pasty.

"I do hope we're not to behind everyone else." I pulled out my wand contemplated it. "What's your new wand again?" I asked.

Bridget proudly produced her new wand from under her robes. "Holly, fourteen inches, Phoenix feather." She waved it around, beaming. "You're not sorry you didn't get a new one are you?"

I tried to look astonished, "Of course not! I'm not the one fell on hers am I?"

Bridget frowned. "I didn't mean too, those rocks were very slippery."

"And Aunt Elsie told you not to!"

"Oh bother Mum! She didn't stop me did she? Cautioned me against it, but that was all I got."

"Hmm." I didn't, however, get much of a chance to reply for then the door slid open again and a tall boy with a smart looking badge told us to change into our school robes as we were quickly approaching Hogwarts.

After the door had slid shut, Bridget looked at me. "I'm nervous Jenjen." She said quietly.

I patted her shoulder sympathetically. "I'll be okay Bumblebee." It was uncommon for Bridget to be anything less than excited at the prospect of new people (including dozens of new guys) but it was even more unusual that she had called me by my childhood nickname. She must be scared out of her wits! I thought. We adjusted each other's hair and clothes as the train lurched to a stop.

Bridget heaved a sigh and stood up as tall as she could. "It's show time." She said, and the old Bridget was back as fast as you could say Quidditch.