Trixiebelle Velair took a deep breath as she stepped up to the sorting hat. Her new friend, Ginny Weasley crossed her fingers, giving her a 'good luck' look. She jumped as a voice echoed into her mind.
Tricksy Trixiebelle the hat sounded like it was laughing. I can see it all! You would do well in all four houses. With your desire to prove yourself and your hunger for personal growth, you would do well in Slytherin. Your thirst for knowledge and your extraordinary talents and strength you would do well in Ravenclaw. And your overwhelming loyalty to those you care about, and your desire to serve and protect is one so strong I have not seen it in many a year. You would do wonderfully in Hufflepuff.
Trixie waited, her fists clenched so tight she was sure they were white by now.
"But...?"
The hat laughed again.
But overruling all of this, is your unmistakeably mischievous personality. There is only one house strong enough to handle you!
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Trixie grinned, as she skipped happily down to the table that had erupted into cheers, though for some reason, no one wanted to be the one next to her. Trixie shrugged, even throwing a casual wink at the red headed twins, as "Weasley, Ginerva" was called to be sorted.
Ginny was just as nervous as Trixie had been. She hesitated for only a moment, before sitting down on the stool, and the hat was placed over her eyes.
Ah another Weasley! The hat said confidently. I know just what to do... Ah....
"What is it?"
The hat chuckled.
You are much like your brothers Miss Weasley; you have their talents, their surprising stubbornness, and an ability to wreak havoc wherever you go! But you also have so much more. You have strength within you that even you do not know you have. Find that strength Miss Weasley, don't ever lose it.
Ginny merely nodded, still nervous. The hat chuckled softly.
There is only one house that is equipped to deal with you and your new friend's knack for trouble.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"YES!" shrieked Trixie, as Ginny raced toward her. Ginny planted herself happily next to her. As the applause died down she leant over to her friend.
"I wonder why no one wants to sit by us?"
Trixie giggled.
"Nothing to do with the fact that we're soaking wet and covered in Lake goo?"
Ginny giggled too.
"Nothing at all!"
That night, after the other first year girls had finally fallen asleep, Trixie threw her pillow at Ginny's bed. The red head sat up immediately.
"What?" she whispered, a smile already creeping onto her face. Trixie only grinned in response. Trying desperately to contain their giggles, they crept out of their room, pulling on their dressing gowns.
"Shush!"
"What are you two doing out of bed?" asked the Fat Lady, her eyes narrowed slightly at them as they pushed the portrait out of the way. Ginny and Trixie only giggled again, as they sprinted down the hallway, as far away from the Gryffindor Tower as they could get.
After about an hour of exploration, Ginny and Trixie had found the entrance to the kitchens.
"More cake Miss?" asked Blinky, one of the house elves. Trixie nodded in enthusiasm.
"I don't know why I decided to tickle that pear!" Trixie said with a laugh. Ginny smirked.
"But it's a good thing you did!" she paused, eyes wide in excitement. "I wonder what other rooms we can get into! Behind portraits!"
Trixie gasped at the possibilities.
"We might have to kiss a picture of a statue, or slap a donkey, but hellz yeah!"
Ginny snorted into her butterbeer.
"Slap a donkey?"
"Hey, we had to tickle a pear didn't we?"
After a rather large midnight snack, and a loud promise, much to Blinky's delight, that they would be back soon, Ginny and Trixie began exploring once again. If anyone had caught them they would have been very confused as to why two first year Gryffindors were walking around tickling, kissing, and even on occasion, slapping portraits.
"Ooooh look, ickle first years!"
The two girls jumped in fright, spinning around in shock.
"Woah!" gasped Trixie, staring up at the poltergeist.
"You're Peeves!" announced Ginny. "Fred and George told me about you!"
Peeves chuckled manically.
"FIRST YEARS IN THE CORRIDOR! STUDENTS OUT OF BED!" he roared loudly.
"SHUSH!"
"Please!"
Peeves kept shouting, despite their protests. Finally getting frustrated, Trixie stomped her foot.
"If you don't shut up, how are we supposed to knock over all the suits of armour!" she snapped, gasping, and covering her mouth with her hand. She hadn't meant to say that out loud.
"Trixie!" groaned Ginny. To their surprise though, their words silenced the ghost.
"ALL the suits of armour?" he asked. They nodded silently. The thought of running did not occur to them. Peeves smirked. "What about the trophy cases?"
Ginny's mouth dropped open.
"You can knock those over?"
Peeves cackled loudly in his excitement.
"I'll show you how!" he screeched, zipping down the hallway so fast, that they almost couldn't keep up.
"Where'd he go?" gasped Ginny. Trixie only struggled to catch her breath. That's when they heard it.
"Where are they Peeves?"
Clapping a hand over her mouth so that the old caretaker wouldn't hear her breathing, Trixie and Ginny ducked into a nearby classroom, ears pressed against the door.
"Where are they?" repeated Filch. Peeves only cackled again.
"I aint saying nothing, until you say please!"
"Please!"
"NOTHING!"
Ginny and Trixie held in their giggles, as a very frustrated Filch stormed past them, as fast as he could go with his limp.
"Come on my dear, we'll find them" he murmured to his cat, Mrs Norris. Ginny and Trixie could barely stop their laughter now.
"My dear?" choked out Ginny. "My dear?!"
"Come on Ickle Firstyears!" Peeves said, suddenly appearing beside them. "So much to smash, so little time to do it in!"
The Gryffindors exchanged grins once more, before racing down the hallway behind the poltergeist.
"I bet Fred and George'll love this!"