Jane stood on the lawn waiting for her best friend to show. Her best friend was a Hufflepuff. All of the friends she had were pure-blood and they still believed that they were better than every last person who wasn't. Of course they were wrong, because her best friend Emery was living proof that those stuck up neighbors of hers weren't the best people in the world. Emery the curly redhead Hufflepuff girl suddenly appeared on the lawn. Emery had a habit of appearing in places like she had been there the whole time.

"Hi'ya Jane"

For some random reason even though the first year gryffindor was fully aware that her best friend was there… she still jumped in fright.

"Why do you have to do that Emery?"

Jane laughed at her friend.

"Do what?"

Clearly the Hufflepuff girl was confused at her friends laughter.

"Nothing" Jane giggled. Emery gave her the signature 'I'll figure it out at some point' look.

Jane had been too distracted with her friends' antics to notice the Gryffindor girl who had approached them.

"Hey… what's your name?"

"Nova" replied the girl.

"That's a cool name… my names Jane but you can call me Birdie"

Nova nodded then a look of confusion spread across her face.

"Why do they call you Birdie?"

"She dances… so one time she did a weird jumpy move and caught a blue bird… we let it go of course but I started calling her Birdie"

"Cool" Nova started fiddling with her long black hair before speaking again. "What kind of dance?"

"Ballet" answered Jane quickly.

"So… what up" says Jane awkwardly just because she can. Emery sniggers.

"Ohh uh… you know the norm… mean girls… the whole Emery is a stupid name ficso is reapeating"

Jane looks at her redhead friend with a inquisitive expression.

"Really… your names awesome much better than my name"

Emery huffs.

"I have a new friend… two… Nova and Max"

Janes immediately perks up… Emery met a boy!

Jane decides to taunt her friend.

"So in short you have a boyfriend"

Emery signs at her friend's comment.

"No… he is my friend and he is really nice, not boyfriend Jane"

One thing Emery had learned about Jane over the entirety of knowing her was that… Jane Andrews always assumed that when Emery ever talked to a boy she liked him.

"Ya sure"

"Fine you can have your opinion I can have mine… only one of them is right… and we both know who that is" Emery defends

"Mine?"

"No not yours Birdie… Mine"

Jane laughs and pats her new friends on the back, turning to leave