Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. Some dreams just do not come true.
A/N: short chapter. HAPPY THANKSGIVING (to US people)I gotta go eat! R&R!
Victoire and four other nervous eleven-year-old girls tiptoed up the stairs leading to their newly acquired common room. A very impatient prefect was leading the first years up the many flights of stairs, and now all the first years were anxious to see the legendary Gryffindor Common Room.
Victoire stepped through the portrait of the Fat Lady, and saw her first glimpse of an overwhelmingly burgundy room. There were fat, cushy armchairs everywhere, each one trimmed with a gold twine-like cord. On the far wall, right facing center, was a ceiling high fireplace, containing the warmest fire she had ever felt. Surrounding her was the distinct scent of oak and peppermint, although she could also sense some of the older girls' perfume.
All of the first years immediately went up to there dormitories as instructed and gazed at there rooms in awe.
"Shall we choose beds?" a short, brown-haired girl asked.
Without saying a word, the girls shuffled near beds to claim them as their own.
Victoire looked over at the bed on her left, and saw that Kathleen was moving her trunk onto the bed. They smiled at each other, and glanced over to Victoire's right. Victoire and Kathleen saw the very same girl who was speaking earlier sorting through sweaters.
"Hello, I'm Victoire," she offered to the girl.
"Hm?" she looked up in response. "Oh! Hi, my name is Jillian- Jillian Fox."
They smiled awkwardly in silence. Victoire noticed that she had a slight Scottish accent.
"And I'm Kathleen!" she added bubbly.
Victoire was not incredibly tall, but she was definitely not short, especially compared to Jillian. Jillian had rich brown hair, that was very well kept, and a strange glint in her hazel eyes.
"Okay, you can all stop worrying, I'm coming!" a thin blonde girl spoke up from across the room.
"Fine. Me too." The last girl added.
The girls both dropped the articles of clothing they were holding, and scurried over to the small circle of girls forming near the door.
"I'm Magdalena," the blonde girl spoke.
"And I'm Lynda," said the final girl.
Magdalena had presence, and obviously was well aware of it. Her bright-blonde hair flew down to her elbows, and her smile seemed to light up the room. Likewise, Lynda's thin black hair was chopped at her shoulders, and she had a small almost grimace-like expression smacked on her face.
Not two hours later, the girls sat atop of a blanket mess, while discussing their families and memories back home.
"Your turn, Jillian!" Kathleen cried.
"Okay, well, so I have two sisters- Katy and Olivia- but they're already out of Hogwarts. I also have a dog-Strider- and a cat- Anna- and I kinda' have another dog- Lula!
"Victoire! Go!"
"Oh!" Victoire exclaimed. "Uh, well I have a little sister named Dominique- she's only eight- and a little brother who's four- Louis! And, from my window (at my house), I can see the water!"
"Oooooooh! Pretty!" Kathleen whispered.
And that's how the girls fell asleep- giggling on the floor sharing secrets and dreams.