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Chapter 5

I was awoken the next morning by a strange tapping. I rolled over and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I glanced up to see an owl tapping its talon against the window pane. After rubbing my eyes some more, I realized that the owl was my mother's, Argentè. I rolled out of bed and stumbled for a moment before going to unlatch the window. The owl hopped in, hooting for a treat as I did so.

"Alright, alright!" I moaned, reached under my bed for my yet unpacked travel bag. "Here!"

Argentè took the treat and stuck out her leg. I smiled and untied the letter. The address was written in Emilie's sloppy handwriting. I opened the envelope and felt a rush a familiarity as I read my mother's loopy, neat handwriting. Evidently she hadn't let Emilie write the whole letter, only the beginning and the address.

Dear Victoire,

Tell me all about Hogwarts! What house did you get sorted in? Was it Grifindoor or Huffelpuf or Ravincla? Did you make any frends yet? Tell me all about them! I hope you are having fun! I wish I could be there, too!

Love,

Emilie!

Dear Victoire, ma Cherie,

I hope you are having a wonderful time! You little sister insisted on writing the minute we got home. It was if she thought the train was already at Hogwarts. She can be so overeager sometimes! Your father wishes you good luck, and insists that he's proud of you whatever house you are sorted into. So am I!

I don't want to hurry you writing back, I want to give you some time to enjoy yourself first, so you have something to tell! But Emilie, the silly girl, wants you to write back the minute you get this letter! Ah, she loves you so much.

We miss you already! I hope you have a wonderful start to your school year. Give my greetings to Hagrid and Professor Longbottom!

Love,

Mama

I smiled as I read the letters, especially Emilie's with her poor spelling. She's such a cutie! I decided that, since it was still early, I would sit and write back to them now. The sun was barely beginning to rise above the Black Lake. Odysseia and our other dorm mates were still fast asleep.

Dear Mother (and Emilie),

I am having a great time! The train ride was a lot of fun. I met a few girls. There's Tracy, she was sorted into Hufflepuff. Then there was Joelle, who was sorted in Gryffindor. Delaney Goyle, a very mean and snobbish girl, was sorted into Slytherin. Her nose sticks up so high in the air it's a miracle she can see past it! I hope she drowns in the rain.

Last there was Odysseia Paparakis. She was very nice. She was sorted into Ravenclaw with…drum roll…ME!! Yes, Mother, I'm in Ravenclaw! Isn't it wonderful? I miss you already. The sun is barely up yet, and I know you told me that I didn't have to answer right away, but I couldn't resist! Emilie, I can't wait until you come to Hogwarts, too! You'll love it, I guarantee it!

I love you all, send my love to Father!

Victoire

I signed the letter and tied it to Argentè's leg. She flew out the window. I watched her as she flew out of sight.

I heard groaning behind me and turned to see Odysseia rolling out of bed. I grinned at her ruffled appearance. "Good morning," I said. She peered at me for a minute before remembering who I was.

"Oh! Good morning, Victoire," she said, still half-asleep. She rubbed her eyes and stumbled out of bed. With an extravagant yawn, she slipped some clothes on. I did the same. By the time we were finished, she was almost completely awake.

"How long ago were you up?" she asked.

"Oh, only about fifteen minutes ago. My little sister insisted on writing me, and the owl woke me up!"

"Really? You look like you been awake for hours! Well, except for the pajamas," she said.

"I don't get bed head," I said, shrugging.

"Or bed face!" Odysseia said. "I'm sure I looked like the living dead! Be honest!"

I laughed. "No, only the living sleepy," I said.

"So, how old is your little sister? Tell me about her," said Od as we worked our way down to the common room.

"She's eight. Her name is Emilie, and she has black hair and brown eyes, like my father."

"I thought all the Weasleys had red hair…?"

"Oh! No, I just meant the eyes are my father's. The hair she gets from my maternal grandfather. She looks like a perfect blend of my father and mother, facial-wise. What about you? Do you have any siblings?"

Odysseia gave a scathing laugh. "Do I have any siblings?"

"I take that as a yes?" I asked, smiling.

"I have eight. I'm the middle child. Smack dab in the middle is not the best place to be!"

"What are their names? Are they all as…unique as yours?"

Odysseia grinned as we climbed out of the portrait hole. "You can say weird, don't worry! It won't offend me."

"Alright. Are they all as weird as yours?" I asked, giving her a look that said I was just humoring her with the weird thing.

"I have three older brothers, Demetrius, Christos, and Leander, and an older sister named Acacia. Then two of my younger siblings are twins, Ophelos and Calista. The other two are Errikos and Iolanthe."

All I could say was, "Wow."

"I know! There are plenty of Greek names that my parents could ave chosen that sound totally normal, like Alexander and Thomas and Simon! But no, they had to be unique, and we all have to suffer for it."

I let her rant. "Yeah, I get what you mean. My mother insisted on keeping French in the family so my middle name is Nicolette, my sister's is Apolline, and Trevor's is Rousseau!"

Odysseia just looked at me. "Yeah, but there aren't nine of you."

"Ok, good point!" I laughed.

Eventually, we started talking about our fellow Ravenclaws and different people we knew went to the school.

"Did you see that kid at the Hufflepuff table last night?" I asked.

"There were lots of kids at the Hufflepuff table last night," Odysseia teased.

"No, he was like, a third year or something. And he was a Metamorphmagus!"

Odysseia halted in her tracks. We were "You're not serious!" she said.

"What?" I asked, alarmed.

"Victoire, that was Teddy Lupin. Aka the most popular third year, according to Leander."

I gasped, and then burst out laughing. I clutched my stomach and doubled over.

"That's who that was?" I asked in between laughs. "I didn't recognize him!"

"You know him?" Odysseia asked, shocked.

"Yeah, he's my Uncle Harry's godson! I've only met him once or twice before, because he usually isn't with Uncle Harry when we go to visit. It's been at least three years."

"Really?" Odysseia said. "That's so cool! Do you think he recognized you?"

"Maybe. I'm not sure. Whenever we did meet we played together, but I don't know if it was enough for him to actually remember me that well."

"Well, Teddy's famous for looking completely different at the start of every school year. Usually he looks the way he was born, except for the turquoise hair. But he changes his face, eyes, height, and everything on the first day," Odysseia explained.

"Ah-ha! So that's why I didn't recognize him!"

"Yup. Now, I don't know about you, but I'm starving! Let's see if Jo and Tracy are in the Great Hall, shall we?"

"I second that!" I laughed. We walked into the Great Hall together, and I started wondering if I would ever run into Teddy again.