a/n; I understand completely if you hate me. Like, wow. Sorry so much, guys! Just, you know, school, life, retarded drama...ANYway...This is Louis' POV, I hope you like him as much as I do! :D

two; smell of cinnamon - Louis

Ever since first year, every kid in school knew me. When you're part of the infamous Weasley clan, it happens. I'm a friendly guy, so most people liked my company, even the Slytherins. I used to get stared at a lot, because of my family name, and people wondered if I had the same talents as my dad and uncles.

Eventually they all figured it out - I wasn't a practical joker, I'd rather talk things out. I never learned to fly a broom, and I really didn't want to. I was alright in class, but nothing spectacular. I only ever got in trouble when I started singing in class. Everyone was disappointed, and instead turned to my sister, with all the makings of a true Weasley.

No one really knew Dominique existed, and that's how she liked it. It was like she was Sorted, and then she disappeared for four years.

My point is - kids liked me. Teachers liked me. Hagrid liked me too, but he likes anyone connected to Harry. But no one was my friend.

I've been okay with that for so long, not ever having a best friend, everybody waving at me and smiling at me but nobody wanting me to sit beside them in class. I've never had a problem with that before - truthfully, I never really noticed. But when I saw how Victoire and Teddy linked arms as they stepped into a carriage with about five or six other people, and Dominique begun her long trek up to the school - she hated the carriages - it hit me.

I don't have anyone. And unlike Dominique, who didn't want anyone, I was feeling suddenly lonely.

Loneliness is an odd feeling, it really is. Especially when everyone is shouting 'hey's and 'how was you summer's at you, and they keep walking onto their friends. I wanted a friend. I wanted someone to be able to write over the summer, eat lunch with, do homework - or pretend to - with; someone I could bring home at Christmas, and I could go to their place over the summer. Someone I just plain liked.

I caught a whiff of cinnamon and stared at the source. Who was that? A new transfer student? Someone who grew up a lot over the summer? I saw them climb into an empty carriage, and decided to join them.

"Hi." I smiled at the person who I had just sat across from, and they looked at me with startled eyes. So it was a girl, apparently.

"You're...Louis Weasley." She said with awe. If I was anything like my Uncle Ron, I would have either shuffled my feet and my ears would turn red, or I would grin and start boasting about all the great things my family had done. I wasn't quite sure which was more likely.

"That's what they call me. But what do they call you?" I asked politely, holding out my hand for her to shake, and while she continued to stare at me warily, obviously wondering if she could trust me or not, I got a good look at her.

She was shorter than either of my sisters, with brown hair that fell limply to her shoulders. She had deep, deep blue eyes, and I found myself unable to look away from them. Her skin was pale, and her body slender. She looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on why.

"Jennie Eklund." She said in her soft voice, and shook my hand tentatively. She really was quite pretty. Maybe she could be my first friend.

"Are you new here?" I asked in a friendly tone, not wanting to scare her off or offend her or anything. It was fully possible to be at Hogwarts with someone for seven years and never knowing their name. But she nodded, clasping her hands in her lap and staring at them. "How old are you?"

"Fourteen." She said quietly, still staring at her lap.

"What brings you to Hogwarts?"

She looked up at me and tilted her head, considering me. After a pause, she looked down again and answered me. "My older brother is going to be teaching here. He homeschooled me 'till now." This came as a shock to me, and I had a million and one different questions to ask her, but I decided to only ask a few.

"How old is he? What subject is he teaching?" I sounded eager, I couldn't help myself. I didn't remember any teachers resigning or getting sacked or anything, so I really wanted to know this information. And besides, maybe my uncles went to school with him.

"He's...quite old. In his early thirties, I think. And he's teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts." This excited me - Defense was always my best, and favorite, subject in Hogwarts. And if he was in his early thirties...he could've known Uncles Ron and Harry, or Aunts Ginny and Hermione. Remembering that Jennie was still with me, I smiled at her.

"It's nice to meet you, Jennie. No matter what House you're in, remember, just let me know if you need anything, okay?" See, this is why people like me. I'm quite friendly, and I don't have the Weasley Temper (yes, it has capitals) like the rest of my family. She looked surprised, but then her face relaxed into the prettiest smile I'd ever seen.

"I will."

a/n; THREE GUESSES WHO JENNIE'S BROTHER IS. SERIOUSLY. :D COOKIES TO THE FIRST 3 PEOPLE TO GET IT!! :D

Oh, and do ya'll like Louis? I do. :D Tell me what you think!