As I said in the summery, yall really do mean so much to me….and I really want you to review so I know what to add or change to my story!
And you will be happy to know that I added some new characters into the plot! I'm not going to copyright them or anything because that's just stupid. I mean, you should be happy someone likes the idea of your characters enough to add them in their own creation. Sorry about my rambling, I must of gotten that from Foreverindebted!!
Well, here's the next chapter, ENJOY!!
Chapter 3
Ron walked into the Great Hall, scanning over the hundreds of students, looking for Tom and Pierce. He saw them on the Gryffindor table with an empty golden seat in between them. Ron smiled; he liked the thought of someone saving him a spot. He strolled over and sat down. Pierce had meatloaf stuffed in his mouth, while his dark hair covered his big green eyes. Tom had put generous portions onto his platter, but he wasn't the pig Pierce was, he took normal human bites and chewed contently like cow chewing its cud.
"So how was it?" Pierce finally asked after swallowing his food.
"What are you talking about?" Ron said slyly, taking a piece of meatloaf for himself.
"You know, Sandra, did she say yes?" Tom asked, his brown eyes wide with question.
"Yeah she did!" Ron said smugly. He took two rolls.
"Nice!" Pierce replied. He lowered his voice to a whisper. "I wish I had to find a date. I'm already stuck with Darla, and you know how she gets when I talk to another girl."
"I heard that!" a high voice replied.
"See what I mean! She's like a leech! I can't get her off of me!" Pierce said unenthusiastically.
"Break up." said Ron. "She isn't that great anyway."
"What! I can't do that! Then I won't have a girl for the dance. I might end up with Hermione!" Pierce said. They all snickered quietly.
"Good point." Ron said. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and glanced at the clock. The floating watch had 1:00 on its screen. "I've gotta go you guys, Trelawney's next. Who knows what will happen if I'm late." He said.
"Yeah, me too." Tom chimed in. "See you at dinner." So Ron and Tom left Pierce at the table as they headed off to their classes.
Ron climbed up the spiral staircase up to the seventh floor, walked down a long hallway, and entered the heavily perfumed room of Professor Trelawney. He took a seat by a boy with black, untidy hair and rimmed glasses. Ron hated this class the most, because he didn't have any of his numerous buddies here to save him a seat. The new boy next to him was snoozing in his seat, plainly not caring whether the Professor saw him or not. Ron smiled to himself. "That's my type of person. Someone who knows this is all just junk!" He thought. Maybe he was going to have a seat saved by someone after all.